He sits up. “Trust isn’t only about sex, Julianna.” He leans over and puts out the cigarette. The sheet falls to his hips and he leans back, propping a hand behind his head, his bicep looking like the size of my head.
“I know that,” I retort.
He raises an eyebrow. “Do you?” We both watch each other, his whole being changing, and for a second, I wonder if he’s going to hurt me. Hurt me like the kind you don’t recover from. The kind that I swore I’d never ever let myself feel. Because I don’t play games, never have been able to pull it off, yet he seems like a master at it.
“Put the cigarette out and come here,” he demands. My heart flipflops. I want him. I came here to get him, so he’s calling me out, maybe even testing me. Whatever, it’s better than being ignored.
I stand and walk to him. He says nothing and watches as I lean over and put the cigarette out next to his.
“Straddle me.” It’s a command, nothing intimate about it, and my heart sinks. He’s still punishing me.
“What? I thought you trusted me?”
He props the pillow behind his neck some more to watch me.
“You’re making it hard.”
“Nah, it should be easy if you really did,” he fires right back. Oh my God, I’m stunned. He really is a master at the mindfuck—I walked right into that one. I take a breath and place one knee on the bed. Before I can move the other to the bed, he’s lifted me like a sack of potatoes and turned me so my ass and back are facing him. His strong fingers dig into my thighs while he holds me still.
“Trust.” He rubs a hand up and down my ass. “Isn’t just a word.” He scoots down so that I’m straddling his face.
“Oh God.” I lean forward, my hands braced on his thick thighs.
“It’s about fully giving yourself to someone, letting them guide you, and knowing that it’s the right thing to do.” His mouth is right there. I feel his breath and shiver, mortified but turned on.
“Now, let’s see how much you really trust me.” Reaching up, he rubs my breasts and hard nipples. “Lower that cunt on my face.”
Checkmate. He’s called me out and somehow managed to escape having to even pretend he trusts me. I lick my lips and lower myself on his lips.
“Oh fuck.” The pleasure zings straight to my breasts as he licks and sucks.
“Can I come?” I need to. I was ready to come an hour ago. Now I’m not sure I can stop with the way I’m positioned on his face.
“You can come as much as you want as long as you fuck my face.” It’s like he’s a dark wizard and he’s just said the magic words. Digging my nails into his thighs, I rub my pussy on his mouth. His tongue thrusts into my wet core. Holding on to him, I go off, pulsing, orgasming so hard, I see nothing but tiny white dots.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” With one hand he holds my hip while he reaches for the back of my neck with the other, tugging me forward.
“You like being in control, Bellezza? Fucking my face?” His warm breath on my wet, sensitive core makes me shiver, and goose bumps pebble across my skin.
“Yes,” I whisper, lowering my head to his knee, as if that can hide me from the embarrassment: his nastiness turns me on. He lets go of my neck and trails his hand down my back.
Sitting up, I try to move away, only to be pulled tighter.
“Don’t you dare. You said you trusted me. Now give me this ass.”
I freeze as his tongue, which was sucking on my clit moments ago, is now licking… “Ryder,” I moan, mortified, mostly at how incredible it feels.
“Goddamn, I want this ass.” His voice is low, gravelly.
I stiffen. In an instant, his mouth is gone and again, he’s lifting me, positioning himself back on the pillow. He leans over to open the nightstand, and I watch as he brings out another bottle of lube. I almost scream, ‘Why do you have lube? How many women’s asses have you fucked?’ But I stop myself.
Ryder is connected right now. He’s stopped punishing me, and now is with me, body and mind.
With his large hands, he rubs a huge dollop of lube on his giant cock, which looks rather alive. Its giant mushroom head has to be thicker than earlier. Then he looks at me expectantly. The moonlight has cast her glow on us, and I let go.
I trust him.
He stops rubbing his cock as he either feels my change or can see it in my eyes, but he reaches for me.
“Straddle me again. This time, face me.” His voice has changed, and like the junkie I am when it comes to him, I love it. My core clenches as I do what he says. Maybe it’s the moon casting a spell on us, but everything is about to change.