Chapter Four

Strangely, I don’t feel scared, in fact, I actually feel turned on. But before I can examine my thoughts on that, I feel his hot breath on my neck and he murmurs, “You come across as uptight, but you aren’t. You have the same needs as every woman, you just don’t know how to ask for it. If you want to fuck me, you have to ask me straight.” The low voice rumbles in my ear. Instead of fear or outrage swallowing me, I feel a shiver of pleasure. “Your body gave me all the right signals. The lip chewing, the hair fiddling, the legs pressing together to ease the throbbing.”

I inhale sharply. “I didn’t mean…” I trail off when he presses his lips against my neck and runs little kisses against the sensitive skin there. I press my hands to the wall and close my eyes, enjoying the way his hard body feels against my back.

“Don’t insult me by saying I imagined it,” he growls, nipping my skin and causing sparks to ignite right down to my toes. His hands run down my arms and then trail under my vest, gently stroking my stomach. When I don’t stop him, he moves higher, cupping my breasts and gently tugging my nipples. 

“Enough talking,” he whispers, spinning me to face him. 

He lifts my shirt over my head and drops it to the ground, then expertly unclips my bra. His mouth finds my nipple and he sucks it into his warm mouth. I cry out, grabbing onto his shoulders and throwing my head back in pleasure, it’s been too long since a man’s touched me like this and it feels amazing. His hand slips into the waist band of my shorts. He groans when he touches my knickers, “You’re wet,” he growls, before slipping a finger beneath the material, and running it along my opening. 

“If you want me to stop you need to tell me now, because if you don’t, I’m fucking you quick and hard.” Something in his words sends sparks shooting to the spot he’s now stroking. I remain silent, too lost in pleasure to speak. “Don’t say I didn’t warn yah,” he mutters, close to my ear. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, shamelessly rubbing myself against him. He fiddles around between us, loosening his belt and opening the button on his jeans. I hear him rip a condom wrapper open and a minute later, he moves my shorts to one side and presses the head of his erection to my opening.  

I’ve never had a one-night stand, it usually takes me a few dates before I’d ever consider getting intimate, but something about this man sends me wild, and all I can think about his how great I feel with his hands hungrily touching me and his mouth tasting my skin.  

He eases himself in slow, an inch at a time, giving me chance to adjust to his size. Once he’s as far as I can take him, he stills, resting his head against my shoulder and panting like he’s in pain. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. I wiggle impatiently and he hisses. “Unless you want this to be over with in a second, you gotta let me lead,” he warns, kissing my neck.  

When he finally begins to move, it’s like pleasure I’ve never felt. I’m full, stretched in ways that Finn never achieved, and the faster Ryder moves, the more that warm feeling builds up in the pit of my stomach. I grip his shoulders so tight; I feel my fingernailsdigging into his flesh.  

He places his hand between our sweaty bodies and begins to rub circles over my swollen clit. I shiver against him, and then the orgasm rips through me, sending me spiralling. White spots fill my eyes and a scream escapes me as I shuddered uncontrollably. Ryder sucks the skin on my collar bone, his breaths becoming uneven and laboured. “I wanna taste you so fucking bad,” he pants. Then he stills, growling as he releases into the condom.  

He slowly moves back and forth, as his orgasm subsides. Then, before I can move, he lowers to his knees, gripping one of my thighs, and pushing my legs apart. I’m so entranced watching this strong man kneel before me, that when he swipes his tongue along my opening, I cry out in surprise, sliding my fingers into his hair. He growls again, pushing his mouth against me and torturing me in the most delicious way, until I come apart again. 

An awkward silence follows our intimate moment, as Ryder disposes of the condom into a tissue while I dress quickly. I’m not sure on the rules for one-night stands, or what the etiquette is afterwards, but when I catch a glimpse of Ryders face in the moonlight streaming through a small window, it tells me I need to say my goodbyes and get the hell out of there. I’ve heard horror stories of men giving women the wrong phone number just to get away, I don’t want that awkwardness.