Page 84 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
I was ravenous and couldn’t get enough. I wanted it all. Right now.
My body was still buzzing with adrenaline from the car chase earlier, and I felt intoxicated, even though my lips hadn’t touched a drop of liquor.
Ridge whipped out his phone and swiped the screen, scrolling before he hit play.
“Sesame Syrup” by Cigarettes After Sex poured from the speakers. He cranked up the volume so loud that the music bounced off the walls and reverberated through my body. Then he boomeranged the phone across the room like he didn’t need it anymore, and we collided again in a soul-shattering kiss that burned right through me and set the world on fire.
We were going down in flames.
But oh, what a way to go.
“Is this your seduction playlist?” I asked, lifting my arms over my head, my hips swiveling to the beat.
He spun me around, my back against his chest, and I looped my arms around the back of his neck and closed my eyes, feeling the music and his hard body and the trail of heat from his scorching lips.
“It’s my Evie playlist.” His teeth grazed my shoulder, and he bit my neck. I ground my ass against his erection as his hands coasted down my sides and skimmed my waistband, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. They slid down my legs and pooled at my ankles. I kicked them aside as he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
“Ridge,” I panted, moaning as he skimmed my panties and slipped inside, dragging the pads of his fingers through my folds and finding me wet and so ready for him.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped, pressing his thumb against my clit while his other hand cupped a breast and thumbed aside the lacy material to squeeze the nipple and twist, causing me to cry out. Pain laced with pleasure, and god, I wanted more of it.
I spun around in his arms, my shaky hands fumbling with the button of his jeans. I unzipped him while he tore off his T-shirt, and I pushed down his jeans and boxers and took him in my hand.
Fisted it and pumped it hard. He jerked and cursed, gave me a bruising kiss, then fisted my hair while I tugged on his length and brushed my thumb over the slit, catching the precum on my finger and bringing it up to his mouth.
“Taste yourself,” I commanded.
His lips wrapped around my thumb, and he sucked hard with his eyes on mine while his fingers worked inside me and his thumb pressed against my clit. I detonated and clutched his waist to keep myself upright.
“My cock needs to be inside you. Right the fuck now.”
He grabbed my hand, and we stumbled up the stairs, tripping over our feet in our haste, and tumbled onto his unmade bed.
The music followed us upstairs, piping from the speaker, and with the light spilling in from the hallway, I watched us in the mirror above his dresser. My hair was in wild disarray, dark against his light sheets, and my cheeks were flushed like I had a fever.
I watched as he hooked his thumbs in my panties and slowly slid them down my legs.
His muscles flexed and rippled as he reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with one hand while he ripped the foil packet with his teeth.
His dick, so hard and long and thick, jutted straight up, and he fisted it and pumped it in his hand, making his abdominal muscles roll and my breath quicken.
This scene was so hot, and I felt like a voyeur watching us in the mirror. My chest heaved, and I arched my back, squeezing my breasts together and playing with my nipples.
“You like watching?” he asked, his voice hoarse. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening as he watched me play with myself.
“Yeah.”I like watching you.
“Fuuuuck.”
He flipped me over onto my stomach and grabbed my ankles, dragging me to the edge of the mattress, then slid his arm underneath me and lifted me onto my knees, so my ass was in the air. I shook it. The palm of his hand met the flesh, and I laughed and said, “Again. Harder.”
He smacked it again, and I’d probably be wearing his handprint for the rest of the night. Then he trailed a hand up my spine, counting each vertebra with his fingertips, and fisted my hair, yanking my head up. Leaning over me, his lips brushed my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for every other guy.”
“You’re all talk,” I taunted, watching him in the mirror as a wicked grin took over his face, and he guided his tip to my entrance.
He grabbed my hip, and I gasped when he pushed inside me. Without giving me a chance to adjust to the fullness, he groaned and buried himself to the hilt.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he rasped as he drove into me.
