Ryder (Slater Brothers 4)

I looked away and remained mute.

“Branna,” he rumbled. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

An electric jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to my clit and pulsed at his demanding tone. I licked my lips, turned my head and looked up at him, my mouth hanging open as I began to pant. Ryder lowered his head and surprised me when he snaked his tongue out and ran it over my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and almost hummed when he closed his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth.

Whatever control I had snapped because one second I was allowing Ryder to suck and nibble on my lower lip, and the next I was climbing him like a fucking tree. My hands were all over him, and his all over me. It’s like we were animals and roughly feeling one another to make sure what was happening was real, and not a figment of our imagination.

“Ryder,” I breathed against his mouth and tried to take a step backwards, but his hold on me was solid and kept me in place.

He lowered his lips from my mouth to my neck and growled. “I’m going to fuck you, Branna.”

My body practically sang with delight, but my heart frowned because it knew there would be no intimacy. This was purely primal. I momentarily thought about rejecting Ryder’s advances, but I was only a woman, and I missed him so much that I wanted to grasp at any chance to be close to him, especially since I knew it would probably be the last time I would be close to him for a long while.

I licked my lips. “So fuck me then.”

“Be careful,” he warned through clenched teeth. “I haven’t had you in a long time, if you give me the green light, I won’t stop until we’re both satisfied. That means you’ll be very sore for the rest of the day, you understand?”

My lips quirked. “Promises, promises.”

Ryder’s grip on me tightened. “You doubt me, darling?”

I shrugged out of his hold.

“I thought I told you never to doubt me.”

I frowned. “That was a long time ago.”

“It had no time limit when I said it, it still doesn’t.”

I sighed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Ryder almost growled.

I blinked. “You.”

“Are you sure you know it’s me because when I say I’m going to fuck you into soreness, I mean it. You’re acting like it’s someone else who is promising this to you. You know I follow through with what’s mine.”

I tilted my head to the side. “It’s been a few months, maybe I forget.”

“You forget what it’s like to me fucked by me, or you forget what it’s like to be mine?”

Without hesitation I said, “Both.”

Fire flashed in Ryder’s eyes and it caused me to back away from him, but like an animal, he followed.

“I thought I made it clear that you were mine, Branna.”

I nervously swallowed as I continued to back away from Ryder, who was still advancing on me, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Turn around, and bend over,” he ordered. “Now.”

My pulse spiked as excitement flowed through my veins.

“Wh-why?” I asked, not being able to hide the tremor in my voice.

“Because,” he growled as he undid his belt buckle, “I’m going to give you a hell of a reminder who you belong to, and when I’m finished, you won’t question it again. Now turn around. And. Bend. Over.”

Holy. Shit.

I spun around so fast the rush of air against my face caused my breath to catch.

“Hmmm,” Ryder hummed. “Are you sure you don’t remember the feel of me inside your sweet pussy?”

“I’m sure,” I breathed.

My clit pulsed so hard it caused me pain.

I felt his hand grab hold of the hem of my pyjamas shorts and knickers. He slowly pulled them down and I hissed when his nails scraped against my skin only to be replaced by his warm, wet tongue, soothing the sting away with tender flicks.

I opened my eyes when I felt a tug on my hair. I reached forward and rubbed away the steam from the bathroom mirror and stared at Ryder who was positioned behind me, his eyes trained on mine. My hair fell down around my shoulders a second later, and I realised the tug on my hair was Ryder removing my hair tie.

“You have no idea what I would do to you if you had no work today.” He murmured, his eyes burning with heat. “You wouldn’t be able to sit down.”

I couldn’t help it when my eyes widened and it caused Ryder to grin.

“Branna. Branna. Branna.” He mused. “What will I do to you?”

I swallowed. “Make me scream.”

“That,” he smirked, “I can do.”

I jumped when he pressed against me and carefully kicked my legs apart as far as they would go with my knickers and shorts acting as binds around my ankles. When he was happy when how far apart I was spread, with his eyes locked on mine, Ryder reached around with his hand, and slipped it between my thighs.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his pupils dilating as he coated his fingers with my essence.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes shut as I relished in his touch. I gripped onto the counter when Ryder brought his fingers to my throbbing clit and I cried out when they made contact.

He chuckled in my ear. “One touch and you scream.”

I didn’t care about his teasing; I just cared about his fingers and what they would do to me.

“Do you rub this pretty clit at night and think of me, Branna?”

What the hell?

“Ryder—”

“Answer or I stop,” he said and picked up his speed, causing me to cry out again.

“Yes!” I shouted. “I pretend it’s you touchin’ me.”

“Good,” he growled.

I felt my jaw drop open when his rubbing on my clit caused my breath to hitch, my back to arch and my heart to briefly stop as I tumbled into bliss.

“Your face when you come is my favourite thing,” Ryder gruff voice cut through my dream like haze, “but feeling you come when you’re wrapped around me is even better.”