Page 48 of Something to Someone

Ryder shrugged, and I propped up onto my elbow.

“I negotiated the salary of the position here, so I’m making more than I would have at either. And I don’t know, the more I thought about it, the more it didn’t feel like the right fit.”

Unsure what else to say and knowing I would never ask the question I really wanted to, I decided on, “Your mom will be happy.”

“She will be ecstatic, although she’ll pretend not to be because the last thing she wanted to do was sway my decision.”

“You’re right,” I said, and the blanket slipped down my chest, exposing my breasts. The cold air hit me, and my nipples immediately hardened. Ryder’s eyes darted to my chest, and I slowly covered myself back up so I could see the look on his face for longer. The want stirring behind his eyes and the way he licked his lower lip like he was imagining my nipple in his mouth.

He cleared his throat and looked back down at our hands. “There were other…” He stopped and thought for a second like he couldn’t find the right word. “…factorsto consider anyway.”

“It’s always wise to consider all factors when making a decision,” I said, wondering how long we’d both tiptoe around the topic of whatfactorhe was talking about.

He hummed and lifted my hand to his mouth, not kissing my fingers but running the back of them against his lips.

“Especially factors that weren’t factors a month ago. Factors that I never thought would be factors no matter how much I hoped.”

His hot breath against my hand and the intensity in his eyes, the tension around us wasn’t just palpable, it was suffocating. And the longer it lasted, the harder it was to stop.

“I think that’s the most times the word ‘factor,’ has ever been used.”

Not what he was expecting me to say, Ryder blinked, and his expression faltered. But only for a second before he recovered and donned that crooked grin. “We’ll have to look it up to confirm,” he said, and in one swift motion, he let go of my hand and grabbed my hip, flipping me until I was straddling his lap. The blanket pooled around my waist as he shifted higher up the bed, my hands landing on his chest for support. He sat back against the headboard.

“But since I’ll be here still,” he began, running his hands up my sides and caressing the underside of both breasts. “I get more of this. More of you.”

“Ryder,” I chastised, but he didn’t stop. He pressed against my nipples with his thumbs and teased them both until they were hard. The feeling shot directly between my legs where his cock was cradled, growing harder by the second.

He growled and pinched one hard enough to sting. “Don’tRyderme. I’m not asking for anything, Caroline. I just want…this. You just like this. You’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

The head of his cock pressed deliciously against my clit which made it impossible to speak for several seconds, but somehow, I managed to ask, “Have I? Because I think eventually you’ll want more.”

“And what happens if I do eventually want more?” He replaced his thumb on my nipple with his mouth and drew lazy circles around the sensitive area with his tongue before sucking it hard.

“We stop,” I said, and he hummed against my skin. He wasn’t deterred by my honesty. Switching to the other breast, he began the pattern over again—licking, sucking, and biting. My hips began to move of their own accord. Like in my bedroom, his cock slipped between my lips easily, my arousal enough lubricant to ease any resistance.

He let my nipple go with a pop and leaned back to watch his cock disappear underneath me. His jaw was slack and all the muscles in his stomach went taut. Dark hair unkempt from my fingers and lips wet with the remnants of his spit—I committed the picture of him to memory. It was one I wouldn’t want to forget.

“Okay,” he agreed without looking up. His easy response made me laugh which finally drew his attention to my face. His neck was too large for my hand to fit around, but I tried anyway. His Adam’s apple bobbed against my palm, and I loved the way his pupils dilated, and his cock kicked.

He was such a switch, which was exciting since I’d considered myself one for a while. The flip from submissive to dominant and everything in between was addictive. Especially when I was with someone who could match my energy.

“I don’t believe how easily you just agreed to that.”

“I told you. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

I shook my head and tightened my hand. His eyes grew wider, but he didn’t stop me. “Eventually, you’ll want more.”

“Do you want to bet on it?”

I leaned forward and kissed just his lower lip. The one that was slightly larger and so expressive. “Sure. What’s the wager?”

“Nothing. Just the glory of being the winner. That’s all I’ll need.”

“Fine,” I said as Ryder blindly reached for his bedside table drawer and found another condom. I let my hand fall from his neck so I could shift backward and allow him to roll it on.

Sheathed in rubber, he gripped my hips and guided me down on his waiting length. “There you go,” he murmured. “Sit on my cock.” One of the biggest and most exciting surprises being with Ryder was his dirty fucking mouth. Dirty talk did more for me in the bedroom than almost anything else.Almost.

He stretched and filled me so thoroughly and completely, I lowered myself slowly to feel every fucking inch. My eyes flashed to his phone screen which lit up with another new message, but I was more curious about the time.

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