F*CKER

by Amo Jones

  “What’re we doing?” she asked with a chuckle, standing from the couch.

  I tugged on her hand. “We’re fucking and it’s final.” I dragged her ass out of the garage and into the main house.

  Ryker was pulling me along the front porch by my hand, when everything began to spin. His warm hand had sent a rage of explosions shooting up my arm, and when he spread his fingers out so they were laced with mine, my heart—or my vagina—slammed into me with a truckload of lust. I’m drunk, that’s a given. But God knows I want to fuck him. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly. And these feelings aren’t just happening because I’ve had too much to drink. These feelings started the minute Indie put the idea in my head that he would be perfect. Though, his possessive attitude lately had been putting up hazard signals a little bit. I hoped once I spread these legs for him, he could shut up with the Tarzan shit. I didn’t have time for it. I was in this for a good time, not a long time. I hoped.

  He pushed open his bedroom door, and I glanced around slowly, taking in his bedroom. Rage Against the Machine, Metallica, and Guns N’ Roses posters hung everywhere. His walls were painted in a dark midnight blue-black, reminding me of the galaxy, and aside from his bed that sat in the middle of his room pushed against the wall, there wasn’t much else. A huge TV sat at the end of his bed on top of a desk, but as far as I could tell, he didn’t spend that much time in here. Or he was just ridiculously clean.

  There was a bathroom that connected to his bedroom, which also joined onto another bedroom on the other side. I was guessing it’d be Ryder’s room. They were obviously well off. You could tell from the outside that they weren’t exactly struggling, but from the inside, you could see the expensive taste that could only be recognized by someone equally as wealthy. Shameless statement, but true. God, if Indie heard me say that, she’d slap me upside the head. Indie came from a hard working middle class family. She never held it against me that I came from money, but again, we didn’t really talk about it. She was still popular; all the girls wanted to be her, and all the guys wanted to bang her. They usually did, too.

  Ryker watched me closely then ran his finger across the palm of my hand. The motion set me off again. I smiled at him. “Nice room.”

  He laughed, walking me backward until I was up against the wall. “You wanna talk rooms now?”

  I smirked. “No, but I think you know that.”

  He nodded his head. “You sure you wanna do this? I may be an asshole—”

  “A fucker,” I interjected, and he laughed, agreeing with me.

  “Right, a fucker, but I won’t lay a girl flat on her back unless she wants me to.”

  I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth. “I want this. You have no idea how much I want this, but on one condition,” I stated, raising my pointer finger.

  He gripped onto the back of my thighs and lifted me up, my back smashing against the wall and my legs wrapping around his lean waist, along with my fingers around his neck.

  “Hmm?” his low voice growled over my collarbone, as he ran his tongue across my chest, sending off a domino effect throughout my body. Yup, there went my ovaries.

  Ovaries down! I repeat, ovaries down!

  “No attachments, no caveman bullshit, none of that. Just one night, quick and dirty.”

  He laughed into my neck, the vibration pushing up against my core. Jesus.

  “Baby, trust me when I say I agree to your terms.”

  His lips hovered over mine lightly and I glared into his eyes, my chest heaving heavily and my pussy throbbing, screaming at me to give the man what he wanted.

  Gripping my fingers into his hair, I smirked. “Fuck me then.”

  With that, he lifted me high by my ass, pulling my G-string down. I kicked it off before wrapping my legs back around him. The friction of his denim jeans rubbing over my bare heat was enough to set off stars behind my eyes. I could just grind on his thick, long length from here and come all over him, but I’d still be a virgin. Not happening.

  He groaned a low, predatory growl, and I kept my eyes locked on his lips, fully aware that we hadn’t actually kissed yet. The thought sent a spike of adrenaline pulsing through me, so I latched my fingers onto the back of his head, pulled him into me until his chest glided over my raised nipples, and ran my tongue across his bottom lip. He paused, pulling back as his hungry eyes searched mine, then he dropped his head, and in a second, his lips dominated mine. His tongue darted out, slipping inside my mouth, owning the area with cocky assurance. His mouth was hot and tasted like vodka, weed, and mint. Interesting taste. Sounds foul, but it worked for him, only adding to his mystery and sex appeal.

  His hips pushed against my groin forcefully and I moaned into his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip before pulling it out. He dropped us to the ground, lifting up my skirt and hitching my leg over his shoulder. Before I could protest or ask what he was doing, his warm mouth—the same mouth I was just sucking—covered my clit. His soft tongue pushed against my nub and I lost it. Throwing my head back, my hips began to grind against his tongue, needing more. His tongue worked a perfect teasing pace, but a deep part inside of me knew I wanted—no, needed—more.

  “Ryker,” I pleaded, rubbing myself over his tongue.

  His hands came up and gripped around my ass cheeks, pulling me against his face more. His finger slipped inside me and curled in a come-hither gesture, hitting a spot that lay deep inside me, and before I knew it, explosions erupted behind my eyes, with fireworks blowing up, leaving little colorful dots dancing behind my shut lids. My head thumped from the alcohol and my pussy throbbed, pulsing through my coming down. He rose back to his feet, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. I stepped back, licking my lips. Fuck, he was delicious, with his chiseled face and body standing in front of me with nothing on his torso but a light sheen of sweat glistening over him. Add that to the massive bulge in his jeans holding his pants up, I was done for.

  He smirked, licking his lips, which glimmered with my release all over them. “You taste better than I could have imagined.” He picked me up and laid me flat on the bed, his body hovering over mine. I swallowed past my nerves that had surfaced and opened my legs wider for him. My heart pounded in my chest, and when his jean covered bulge pressed against my opening, I groaned, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. He pulled out a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth. My eyes followed him and he laughed, his tongue ring catching the light. Knowing how that ball felt running over my clit only intensified my need for him. I wanted him inside me. I needed to know how he felt thrusting, owning, dominating me. I raised my legs up and pulled his jeans down with my feet.

  “Little eager, are we?” he asked, with a cocked brow.

  I smiled. “Maybe just a little.”

  He grinned, rolling the condom over his impressive length. Seriously, how the hell was that supposed to fit in me?

  Dropping his elbows down onto each side of my head, he ground his latex-covered dick over my slit. I moaned at the friction it set off, and his eyes darkened. “Ready?”

  I nodded, bringing my hands up to his ripped back. He slowly pushed into my opening, pausing and waiting for me to accommodate him. “You okay?”

  I sucked in a breath and nodded. “Yup. I think so.”

  Liar.

  His lips dropped down to my nipple as his tongue circled my sensitive nub like a heated hurricane. He gently tugged on my nipple with his teeth just as he pushed into me forcefully, the barrier tearing apart to give access to his thick shaft. I screamed softly, the pain almost unbearable. He rested, once all of him was inside. His face lingered over top of me, his eyes scanning mine. “You good?”

  I squeaked. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I was too sore to admit it, so I nodded. “Yep, yes.”

  His breath ran across my cheek as he took my mouth with his, his tongue devouring mine. My hips began to thrust against his, my body warming up to what was happening. The stinging was descending and ple
asure was slowly seeping in, causing my muscles to relax. He groaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue while he rose up. “I need to move now, babe.”

  I nodded. “Please do,” I said with a smirk. He shook his head in disbelief, pulling out slowly, and I winced at the tight pull he took with him. Shit, that’s fucking sore. I wasn’t expecting that. He slammed back into me forcefully as I ran my nails over his rippled back, biting down on my lip to stifle the cry that was threatening to slip out. Holy shit. Pain, pain every-fucking-where.

  But by the third thrust, the stinging had almost disappeared and pleasure was well and truly in full swing. He penetrated me deeply with every thrust, his pelvic bone pressing and rubbing over my clit each time he slammed into me. He rode my body until I was so close that I could feel the burning churn of heat that was pooled deep inside. Running his hand over my nipple, he dropped his mouth down to my other one, sucking it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue, the cold metal ball of his piercing tickling over my nipple, all while not skipping his heavy thrusting. He deepened his suck and picked up his pace.

  “I’m… I’m…” I admitted, my body nearing the brink of something spectacular. Something that made my thighs tremble and my flesh sweat.

  “Let go, baby,” he growled against my nipple, the cold air sneaking through his mouth prickling it before he sucked on it again forcefully. He thrust again, his dick hitting that same magical spot just as his pelvic bone hit my clit and his suction on my nipple intensified. I could no longer hold on. My orgasm came thrashing into me in euphoric oscillation while my nails scratched across his back. He jerked his release inside me before dropping his weight down on top of me.

  “Holy fuck. Well I was right about one thing,” he said in the crook of my neck. His deep voice reverberated over my collarbone.

  I laughed, keeping my eyes locked on the ceiling and allowing my body to spiral down from the most intense experience it had ever felt.

  “That was the hottest little pussy I have ever had wrapped around my cock.”

  I shoved him, a laugh escaping me. “Shut up.”

  He nibbled on my neck, tickling my collarbone with his chin. A loud, girly giggle came out of me and his dick grew, stretching inside of me. My laughing stopped.

  “Again?” I asked, half turned on, half mortified.

  He chuckled. “This has just begun.”

  I slapped him. “Get up. You’re forgetting this was my first time.”

  He smiled, pulling out of me, and I winced at the pain.

  “Shit,” he said, his face turning somber. “Come on. We can take a shower.” I pushed up off the bed, my legs half numb and wobbly before looking down to his sheets. My cheeks heated bright red, embarrassment flooding over me.

  “Hey,” he said softly, his hand gripping around my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Don’t be embarrassed by that, babe. If it makes you feel better, it turns me on.”

  My eyes shot to him, horrified. “What? You’re sick,” I answered, laughing at him.

  He nodded with a slight chuckle. “A little. You should hear the shit I keep to myself.” He tugged on my hand and dragged me toward his bathroom.

  “No thanks.”

  After our shower, we ripped the sheets off and Ryker brought in new ones. I was actually proud of him. Through our shower, he didn’t once try to poke me with his cock or his fingers. I could see it was hard for him though; through all the cursing under his breath and lip biting, he tried really hard and succeeded.

  I pulled the sheet over and pointed to it. “I feel like I should wash those.”

  He shook his head, pulling me down onto the bed so I was lying on top of him with one leg between his. He gave me one of his T-shirts and briefs to slip on after our shower, and although I felt a little tender downstairs, my body was still seeking the arousal it now knew he could give me.

  He pushed my hair out of my face, his fingertips lingering on my cheek. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  I blushed, pushing on his chest to hold myself up while he cocked his head at me. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He laughed, his groin pushing into me. “I think we’ve both established that I’m a little more than ‘not so bad.’”

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  Cocky prick.

  ***

  My eyes pleaded to open, because my mind was alert. My head thumped to a beat all on its own and I groaned loudly. My body stilled when I felt a hard body wrapped around mine. Legs intertwined together and arms that were wrapped around mine like a damn burrito. Ryker. “Goddammit,” I muttered, shoving him in the arm while still attempting to pull my eyes open.

  I cleared my throat, which was so dry it felt as though I had been in the Sahara Desert for months.

  “Ryker!’ I moaned, finally opening my eyes.

  His face was settled, his features relaxed. I jerked my head back so I could study him better while he was asleep and his smart mouth wasn’t giving me urges to slap the shit out of him. God, he wasn’t just dripping with sex appeal. Like this, how he was now, he looked peaceful and harmless. His tattoos sat over his skin and his piercings glistened against the morning sun. I huffed out heavily, frustrated I was contemplating jumping back on the bull and riding him until he was groaning my name again. Just as I was admiring his perfect, peaceful form, he opened that damn mouth.

  “It’s rude to stare,” he stated, before opening his bright blue eyes that screamed mischief.

  “Yeah? Good thing you don’t give a shit about manners then. I thought you didn’t sleep in the same bed as girls.”

  “I don’t, but I made an exception with you. That a problem?” He arched his perfect eyebrow.

  I snorted. “No, of course not.” He rolled his body on top of mine, his groin grinding into my happy but still sore zone. I moaned, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth as his nose ran across my jaw, and he smiled against my skin. That was sexy.

  “You sore?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

  That was nice, asking about me.

  Until he reached up and squeezed my tit with his hand.

  I rolled my eyes and smiled. “A little, but I think I’ll be fine.”

  He pushed into me again. “Fine to go again?”

  I laughed. “What happened to quick and dirty?”

  He smiled. “Just one more.”

  But it wasn’t just one more, not even close.

  He pulled up to my house and punched in our security code. “I can’t believe my dad told you that.”

  He shrugged, pulling in. “I’m a trustworthy guy,” he answered, with a wink.

  I laughed, taking a sip of my energy drink. “Sure you are.”

  Once we came to a stop, we both jumped out, and he rounded my side of the truck before pulling me into him. “What’re you doing?” I asked.

  He smirked. “Just go with it.”

  Smiling, I ran my hands across his tight chest, up toward his neck, all while dragging my thumbs across his strong jaw, and pulled his face into mine. He wrapped his hands around my upper thighs, picking me up and walking me backward until my back hit the cold metal of the truck. Throwing my head back, I giggled, securing my legs around his waist. “Nothing official,” I said. “No labels, no definition, just sex and hang?”

  His grin deepened as his tongue ran across the rim of my lip. “Fuck yes. Just sex and hang.”

  We kissed for what felt like hours, until my jaw was sore and my panties needed changing. “All right, put me down before my parents get back.”

  He placed me back down and slapped my ass. “Text you later tonight before I pick you up.”

  I stepped away from the truck as he pulled open his door.

  “Pick me up for what?”

  He smirked, climbing into the driver’s side. “For my fight.” Then he shut his door and floored it out of there. I shook my head, clutching onto my handbag before walking past the main house and straight to the pool house, bypassing Pauline, who w
as working on the gardens. I didn’t want her inquisition today. I was too busy buzzing about how I was no longer a virgin.

  After my shower, I picked up my phone and sent Indie a quick message.

  Me: Deed is done. : )

  Indie: Go u!

  Me: U okay?

  Indie: Fine babe. x

  That was a little clipped for Indie, but I guessed she had her own things going on between her and Matty. They’d gotten closer, I’d noticed. Every party we went to they were always hanging off each other territorially.

  I threw my phone into the middle of my bed just as it dinged with a new message. Picking it up, I saw Ryker’s name pop up and my heart leaped into my vagina—yes, my vagina. Let’s be real here. It’s not like a heart can physically leap out of your chest, so we may as well make it kinky—ergo, my heart leaped into my vagina.

  I opened the message with a smile.

  Ryker: Are u ready?

  Me: What? I just had a shower! I need to eat. U worked me hard.

  Ryker: I’ll pick u up. You can kick it here while I get ready ; )

  Me: Did u just winky face me?

  Ryker: I did. On the subject, there’s a lot of other things I want to do to ur face, none of which involve winking.

  Me: U want to fuck my face, I get it. Har. Har.

  Ryker: ? How the fuck did I find u

  Me: U didn’t. I found u ; )

  Ryker: Maybe. See u in 30?

  Me: On 1 condition

  Ryker: What’s that?

  Me: I want u to play System of a Down “BYOB” the next party we have

  Ryker: Done.

  Me: That doesn’t sound hard to u?

  Ryker: Baby, I strum Slash in my sleep. I can do System.

  Me: Whatevz. I’ll call ur bluff. C u in 30, fucker.

  Ryker: C u then, Princess

  Asshole. I dropped my phone back onto my bed and walked into my wardrobe. Holy hell, what the fuck do I wear to a fight? I ran back to my bed quickly and picked up my phone, scrolling through until I found Indie’s name. Just as I was about to push on her number, I decided to call Rebecca instead. Hitting the green button, I pressed the phone up to my ear.