“I don’t cry.” But I can’t seem to stop. As soon as I speak, it’s like the floodgates have opened, and I’m sobbing, clinging to him. He wipes my tears and licks them with his tongue.
“What’s happening?” I choke out. What the hell is wrong with me? He continues to kiss me. It’s slow and deep, and I never want to move. His tongue slowly twists with mine, and I taste my own tears. Lacing his fingers with mine, he raises my hands above my head as his hips slowly move. Jesus, is he still hard?
“I like you coming apart.” Slowly, he pumps his cock in and out of me.
“I’m mortified…” I gasp as he does one deep, hard thrust. I’m so sensitive and raw that I can only hold on while he sets me free.
“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me, Julianna.”
My heart skips a beat at his praise. It’s like I’m starved for it.
“That’s my good girl. I feel that greedy cunt ready to come. You wait though,” he rasps into my mouth. Goose bumps scatter across my arms, but my skin feels feverish. I lose sight of everything but his thick cock, sliding in and out.
Suddenly he lets go of my hands and pulls out. Before I can protest, he grips his cock and starts jacking off. It’s hard and rough, his hand easily able to jerk his cock since it’s soaked.
“Fuck. Open your mouth,” he says as hot, milky strands shoot out of the tip onto my face, my mouth. He keeps marking me, emptying the last of himself on my breasts.
“You’re mine.” While he stares at me, his seed drips down my cheeks. I should be horrified that he shot his wad on me. Instead, I like it, a lot.
Licking my lips, I take as much of his seed into my mouth as I can and swallow. I’m done pretending that there is no connection between us. I know it, and so does he, even if he won’t admit it.
A slow smirk graces his lips. Standing, he pulls me to him. His mouth goes straight for my already throbbing pussy. On instinct, I grab his thick, dark hair as he takes over, eating me like he’s starved.
Rough.
Nasty.
Ryder’s a force I can’t live without, and I don’t intend to. When I arch into his mouth, he sucks on my clit like it’s nectar.
“Oh God.” Turning my face to the side, I gaze down at him.
His eyes hold mine while he inserts two fingers to fuck me. His mouth sucks my swollen nub and that’s it—I’m shattered into a million pieces, pulsing against his mouth as his tongue continues to torture me through my orgasm.
Lying there, staring at him, I can barely move. For the first time in years, I want to smile.
When he leans down to pick me up, his muscles flex, and though I’m exhausted, I can’t peel my eyes away. “Shower, then you can sleep,” he murmurs.
Stretching my arms up, I wrap them around his neck. “I needed that,” I whisper. Sighing, I breathe in his delicious warm, spicy scent.
His body instantly tenses and my eyes, which were closing, pop open. He’s distancing himself.
“I’m gonna clean you. Then I have shit I need to take care of.” His voice is dry, as if he’s bored, but he’s not bored. This is his way of telling me that was just sex and now it’s over. All that crap about me being his was so I’d let him shoot his load on my face.
Oh my God. I licked it off and swallowed. My face burns with humiliation, and I want to run and hide. Crying? Jesus, who, cries after an orgasm?
“I can clean myself,” I snap, squirming to get my sore body out of his arms.
“Don’t,” he demands, his arms tightening. I want to scream ‘Why? What’s wrong with you?’ Because something is, or it’s me. Clearly, Ryder’s a master at making you feel that you’re special, but as soon as he’s done fucking you, he’s gone, closed off, saying words that slice your heart.
“Just put me down, Ryder. I should have called, but I figured I was in town, and I really needed someone to get me off. So, thanks for that.” I try to smile, but my lips twitch instead with the ugly words that come dripping out.
“Christ.” He keeps walking, using his elbow to flip on the bathroom light and setting me down.
“Look.” His beautiful face shows me very little besides the storm raging in his eyes. “I can’t give you what you need right now.”
Like a bobblehead, I keep nodding until he grabs my chin. My heart pounds.
“Stop.” He shakes my chin. “I’m nothing but pain.”
I blink at him. That’s what my heart was beating out of my chest for? I jerk my chin away. “You have to do better than that, Ryder. Pain? Who isn’t pain?”