Page 60 of Ryder: Shadows and Desires
He kisses me hard, his brazen tongue parting my lips in a dominant claim. The groaning emits from both sides, my legs spreading as I fall into a more comfortable position, his groin rocking into me whenever he deeply inhales. Our jeans are too thick to feel anything distinguishable, but it almost doesn’t matter because Iknowhis cock is hard. Desperate desires flood me, eager to have this man deep inside of me.
Wrapping my arms around his muscled back, I slide one of my hands down his chiseled bicep that’s carved in soft, balmy skin. I undulate my hips, breathing deeply to fill my lungs with Ryder’s cologne and musk. I can’t get enough of him, his heat, hisvigor.
He growls into my mouth, jutting his hips forward, like how he might if he were actually inside of me. “Careful, baby. Do that again, and there’s no way I’m not fucking you tonight. I’ve already held back long enough.”
I can’t take it anymore. I am fine with skipping everything else just so I can feel him inside of me, to feel his hands hold me still as he gives me every inch that he has. “Just skip right to fucking me then, Joey,” I mumble.
I love calling him by his first name, and any pet name falling from his lips makes my heart only swell for him.
He groans low and listlessly, penetrating me with his indomitable gaze, his hand sliding over my stomach, forcing its way underneath my jeans. He doesn’t say anything, his competitive nature consuming him, like he wants to conquer my pleasure andwatch.
The feeling of his hand fully inside my jeans makes me shiver. He grazes my underwear, observing my face, then presses his hand down, my panties effortlessly sliding against his touch.
Something immensely carnal sends his eyes wide at my lewd, silent confession of what he does to me. Ryder’s lips assault mine, his tongue possessively sliding in.
I help unbutton my jeans as the kissing morphs into a careless exchange. His hand—the rugged, calloused thing—slides underneath my underwear, gliding right through me.
A needy groan escapes him. “Fuck,you’re wet.”
“Yeah, that’s your fault,” I say, kissing him.
Raising my hips in approval, he moves his hand until he slides one of his fingers into me. I moan deeply at the sensation. He parts from the kiss to stare me down once more.
I try to kiss him again, but his hand is so strong that he pins my core onto the bed, a finger still inside, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Mmm, no, I’m enjoying the way those pretty eyes of yours fucking lose it.”
I whimper.Well, that was hot. “That’s not fair,” I breathe out with a slight grin.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll fill your needy pussy, beautiful,” he rumbles, sliding another finger in, knuckles deep, pumping them in and out.
Carnal thoughts scream in my mind as his expression only darkens, my eyes rolling when he bends his fingers to press against my G-spot. A throaty moan eases out of me.
An actual growl resonates in his chest, his weight further leaning into me, his thumb rubbing my clit. At some point, we’re kissing again, and when I whimper into his mouth, I can feel the dirtiest smile return from his.
I can’t even describe the way it feels to have Ryder over me, his warm hand deep in my pants, those cords of muscles in his forearms working hard to pleasure me as we share breath—
A knock comes on the door and we both freeze, parting to look at where the sound came from. Ryder removes his hand and rests it on my stomach, glaring at the source of our disturbance.
It shocks me how much I hate the idea of being pulled away from him.
“Hey, Julie. It’s Andrew,” a muffled voice says through the door.
I sigh and close my eyes. Ryder sucks in air through tight lips, shaking his head.
“Now I’ll only know him as Blue Balls Drew,” Ryder grumbles, looking down at me.
I crack a smile, staring at his handsome face. I already feel whatever the female version of blue balls is.
“You there, Julie? Trying to find Ryder,” Andrew adds.
That’s the metaphorical cold bucket of water that we both need to separate.
To my pleasant surprise, Ryder swiftly kisses me before getting up, looking down at my unbuttoned pants and rolling his eyes while he adjusts his cock through his jeans.
Well, fuck me. That’s hot to watch.
He rubs his face, then makes the softest snicker. His voice is the deepest I’ve heard yet. “Of course, you fucking smell good, too.”
“Fuck you, I’m trying to focus,” I whisper as I button my pants.
