by Murphy, V
“Did I freak out? Fuck yeah. I was scared, but I grew from my closure I had from them. I shut that door tight, and I don’t wanna open it again. I’m over it. Done. Been there. Don’t care to go back. Kylee feels the same way as me, so it was nice that she decided that she didn’t wanna move out there. I was freakin’ the fuck out when I thought she was actually considerin’ draggin’ our daughter out to Texas to live forever. That’s part of the reason I’m okay with her and Finn datin’…”
I paused for effect to see whether or not I knew she knew about this tidbit, but she didn’t move or blink, so I continued.
“Finn’s keepin’ her here, and I am just glad that she found someone, and feels the way I feel when I speak to you or think about you. Anyway, I’m getting off subject. I want you know exactly what happened. When we went out as a pre-wedding celebration thing to one of Knox’s clubs, I got shit faced. Just bein’ in Texas was sendin’ me back into a depression and I needed an out. I stupidly used alcohol. I had a moment there where I thought I could live this life, but I would be a fuckin’ miserable alcoholic who would be doin’ a borin’ ass nine-to-five job.
“So, I continued drinkin’ till I got blackout-drunk. I didn’t know Kylee had slipped in my bed until it was too late. I had felt so fuckin’ guilty about it all; I was trippin’. I called you right away; I swear to God, Harper. I didn’t let one second pass without givin’ ya a call. I felt so fuckin’ guilty baby. I promise you it had nothing to do with me. I will never get blackout-drunk again…”
I started to continue with what I was sayin’, but she stopped me.
“It’s okay, Ry. I believe you,” she whispered out, like my little angel she was, in such a sweet tone that broke my fuckin’ heart in two.
“Please forgive me,” I begged.
“I do. I promise.”
“But I’m not done. I need to apologize for bein’ a stupid, fuck–face, douchebag prick at the wedding. I wasn’t thinking then either. I was all caught up in the moment. I know Kylee told me she was going to go see you and talk about all of what happened. I didn’t agree, but she pushed it, so I know you heard Kylee’s reasoning. And I have to admit, if I agree with her on anything, it would be that.”
“I never meant to hurt you like I did, Harper. I really just wanted a family photo. Something to put up on the wall before stepparents, stepsiblings, and all that jazz came into the picture. Honestly, I was thinking about marrying you right then and there when I got back to California. I just wanted that moment with Evelyn and Kylee before shit started bouncing off the walls. I wanted to share it with them…”
She interrupted, “I know. I am so stupid. Goddamn it, Ryder. I feel so silly, like a little girl who got stuck in a lie or something. I don’t know how else to explain it. I just…I don’t know. I totally see it that way now. I was acting completely irrational. I don’t know why I didn’t think of asking you first.”
“But, Harper, you broke my heart when you fucked me in the hotel. I came back there, begging to tell my story, but you broke my heart. I knew it was over. I have never cried in front of a girl until I met you. Well, besides when Evelyn was born. I knew it was over with you though, and my heart felt like it was bein’ torn in two. When we fucked that night, it was different. Man, I am going to sound like such a little bitch for sayin’ this, but it’s like we were makin’ love or some corny shit like that.”
Harper laughed hysterically, then wrinkled her little nose up and snorted, which made me laugh. She was the cutest thing around.
“Anyway, I didn’t know what to do without you. I just sat there in my house as if I was expecting you to come back and sit with me. I wanted to see your naked little ass running back and forth from the bathroom to the bed because you just got out of the freezing cold shower. I missed naked cooking, and cuddling together. I missed you, damnit.”
“What I am tryin’ to say with all this is that I don’t want to live another moment, another second, without you in my life. I need you. I breathe you. You own my every thought, my soul, my heart, and my body. You are a part of who I am.”
“Oh, Ryder.” Harper had tears in her eyes, which broke my heart even more. All I wanted to do was protect her from all the pain in the world.
I walked over to her and did something that even surprised me.
Chapter 16
Harper
He hugged me. He pulled me tight into his arms, and hugged the crap out of me. I grabbed him and pulled him deeper into my arms. I was wrong. I was a stubborn mule who clearly was too high-maintenance for my own good. I needed to get ahold of my emotions because they were getting the best of me.
I protected my heart because that’s what my past told me to do. I thought, protect it, otherwise you’ll be in a vulnerable situation that might lead to going to jail, or some other crazy shit. That’s why I learned to run away. I thought I fixed it too, but I guess I didn’t. I needed to know that Ryder was here to save me, not hurt me. He really is my knight in shining armor, no matter how corny that sounds.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say.
I knew this was quick and abrupt, but I knew I was wrong. It was not right for me to push Ryder away just because of my own insecurities. I knew the criticism I might get from someone watching this scenario, and I don’t care what they have to say. Sometimes, you just know when you’re wrong and you fix the problem. In this case, I was completely and totally in the wrong. I hurt Ryder in a way that’s unexplainable. He cried over me. Over me!
How could I have ever stooped to such a low level that someone would cry over me because of what I did? I felt awful about myself. This wasn’t who I wanted to turn out to be. Ryder talking about his family got me thinking about my own. I didn’t want to end up like my family either, who pushed their daughter away when their daughter needed them the most. But, that’s exactly what I was doing to Ryder. I was pushing him away when we needed each other the most. He was my one and only. There was no more pushing or shoving. He was mine and here to stay.
“I love you. This is all my fault, really,” I told him with tears exploding from my eyes.
“I’m nothing without you, Harper. You own me in every way imaginable.” He whispered seductively in my ear, then pulled me even tighter against him if that was even possible.
We were smushed together like a sandwich on the couch. I was crying, and he was holding me close. I hadn’t imagined this day would turn out like this, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. This is who we were, stuck together forever.
He slowly pulled my face towards his, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I felt like I was being touched for the first time. The electricity shot through my core and sent shockwaves of delight dancing through my body. I was electrified by his touch. And just like that, I pulled his face in deeper, more passionately, as our tongues began to explore.
Just as he pulled in, he pulled away.
“I love you, Harper Mae. Please tell me you’ll be mine…forever.”
There was really no good way to answer that but with one short word.
“Always.”
I loved this man more than I could tell you, more than I could speak. It didn’t make sense, but I just knew I did. Shit, I was going to have to call Skye and tell her all of this. I needed to apologize to her again. She was right, and I’m so glad she forced me to sit down and listen to her, because I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. I immediately made a mental note to call her tomorrow and apologize for being a total bitch to her.
“Baby?” Ryder asked hesitantly.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“I love you.”
And those three words determined our future. A future we were going to have together.
I pushed my way towards him, and shoved him back on the couch, meeting my lips with his again. I felt the velvety moistness of his touch as I caressed his lips with mine. It was so amazing to feel his actual body instead of imagining it in my head.
I blushed and Ryd
er looked at me puzzled.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.
“I was just thinking of something embarrassing,” I confessed.
“What is it? Tell me.” He started to sit up straight, but my arms pushed him back down.
“When we were on our break,” I paused, turning red in the cheeks from imagining how I was going to say this.
“Well?” he questioned when my pause extended.
“When we were on our break, I just…kind of…decided one day that I missed you. I missed your touch, so I closed my eyes, and imagined you touching me.”
He looked completely puzzled.
“I started to…you know? Well, I started to touch myself…down there.” I stumbled over my words, not able to get it all to come out.
“You masturbated?!” Ryder looked completely shocked. It was so abnormal for me to do something like that so I shocked him. He rolled onto the floor, unaware of how to react to the whole situation.
“I don’t know what’s so shocking.” I huffed, getting down on the floor to push him because I was angry that his mouth was still open wide.
“No, baby. No, no. I am shocked because you got so red over that. I think it’s fuckin’ sexy. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, so don’t worry!” He continued chuckling to himself, but pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and we sat there on the floor where I was fake–pouting, and he had the biggest smile that spread from ear-to-ear.
“I think it’s super sexy actually.” He said, taking my lip between his and biting down slowly.
Once again, we were at it. Our lips did our typical dance, shooting electric shocks down through me. But I was hungry, and craving more. I needed to feel him against me.
I slowly pulled off his shirt and rubbed my hands down his abs. Yes, this was definitely better than imaging them. This man was mine…all mine, and I had him here with me. I felt a swelling in my center and knew immediately I needed to touch him deeper, further, and more passionately. I raked my fingernails down his chest, leaving a trail of red marks, but this only made him moan.
“Oh baby, you wanna play rough?” he mused.
Grabbing my ass, he got up from the floor and carried me to the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed, which excited and surprised me. I was anxious and nervous to see what he had in store. He threw himself on top of me and let his erection in his pants rub against me as he kissed me ferociously.
I groaned in pleasure and thrust my tongue deeper into the depths of his mouth, exploring ferociously. He gently moved his hands to pull off my shirt, which exposed my simple black lace bra. Thankfully, I decided to wear one of my push up bras today.
I looked up at him, and a seductive smile danced across his face. He was so turned on, and we both were trying desperately to continue with this foreplay, but we were in dire need of the main event. We were hungry for each other, but Ryder just rubbed his jeans against my bare thighs, grinding into me. We were dry-humping each other, as I took my ankles and put them behind his back, locking them in place. I needed more of this game we were playing. This wasn’t enough.
I moved his hands down closer to the hem of my shorts, and pushed them down into my panties. He was a little shocked at the bluntness of the moving, but he obliged. I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to give him something that he didn’t expect.
“Wait here.” I stopped him, and he looked completely puzzled.
Poor guy probably thought he was getting blue balls, but little did he know…
I ran to my closet and pulled something out of a box in the back. Then I proceeded to scoot my boot to the kitchen and pulled something out from the refrigerator. I ran back into the bedroom and stared mischievously at my man.
“What do you have there, my love?” he asked with an arched brow.
I threw the handcuffs to him, and the whipped cream that I pulled out, and seductively prowled my way up towards him.
“Oh. Fuck,” he growled and grabbed me, thrusting my hands above my head.
He slipped one cuff over my left hand, and then closed the other cuff over my right. My hands were trapped above my head, and it felt so incredibly sexy to give him the control. I wanted him to be my master tonight.
“Oh yeah, baby. You will be mine tonight.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me down towards the edge of the bed. He pulled off my bra and slipped off the rest of his clothes. He was standing there in all his glory. His body was that of a walking god. That’s where he grabbed the can of whipped cream and opened it. He continued to stare at me with his ice blue eyes, deep into my soul. As the cap popped off, he started shaking the bottle.
Then he slowly lowered the tip of the nozzle between my breasts.
“I’ll be taking this off,” he said matter-of-factly, pointing to my bra.
He unclasped the front hook and pulled it off quickly, letting my perky tits bounce free.
That is when I felt the cool, moist fluff pour onto my nipples. I heard the swirling sound of the whipped cream, looked down, and saw the trail he painted. Each breast was covered, and there was a slight trail that went from the top of my tits down the middle of my stomach.
He proceeded to unbutton my shorts and pulled them off, taking my underwear with him. He continued putting whipped cream on me, covering me all the way down to my center with whipped cream.
“Mmm, baby. I think I am craving some whipped cream. Can I lick this off you?” he asked, while slicking his tongue around his lips as if he was salivating at the sight of me tied up and covered in whipped cream.
“Please,” I begged.
He pulled his lips down onto my left breast and circled his tongue around the whipped cream, licking it desperately. He flicked his tongue around them, nibbling down slightly. He then followed the trail he created for himself, which lead to the other breast. This time he grabbed my other tit and massaged it furiously while he licked my breast clean.
“Mmmm. God, I have never wanted to eat whipped cream more in my life,” he moaned.
Once he was finished around my breasts, he moved down the trail he painted onto my belly. He followed slowly, taking each lick of his tongue, but leaving some whipped cream behind. Once he got to the top of my pussy, he licked all around my labia before he dove in.
His mouth felt extra moist and creamy, and his tongue continued to dive deep into me. I loved watching his face as he licked me up, paying very close attention to my body’s reactions.
I was sticky from the whipped cream, and the handcuffs were still on me. I wanted to take a bath, but I secretly loved the fact he was sitting there basking in my stickiness.
He started to move his fingers around my clit while he licked me clean. Once he finished, he slid up towards me and looked me dead in the eye.
“You are such a bad girl, Harper. I am going to fuck you now.”
With that, he shoved himself inside of me, slamming against the walls and my clit, making me cry out for more. His large cock was repeatedly moving quickly in and out of me, and all I could think about was trying to remain quiet because the neighbors were going to think I was being murdered.
But, I couldn’t hold it in. So I howled as he pushed deeper inside of me, swallowing me whole. We were two sticky lovers attached together in a pool of sweat and sex. I loved watching his cock ride my pussy as he moved in and out in a quick motion, shoving him fully inside of me.
I loved how he felt as he lightly tapped my g-spot, making me wetter as time went on. I wanted to grab onto him but I was handcuffed above me, so he grabbed my hips and threw himself inside of me desperately. Grinding deeply, I felt the pressure built up.
“Get. These. Off. Me,” I demanded, pointing at the handcuffs. I was trying furiously to get rid of them because I needed to grab onto something. I wanted to rip my fingernails into Ryder’s back, and ride his cock until I was numb.
He pulled the handcuffs off me with the key that was sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed onto his rock solid abdomen and
flipped us around so I was riding his dick. I moved my hips hard into his so that I could feel him all the way inside of me. I gasped in surprise at the full thickness I felt, but continued moving deeper onto him.
He grabbed my hips again and helped me move in a repetitive motion that resembled the waves crashing into the shore. That’s when I felt that sudden need to explode. I was close to coming, and I needed to experience this with him. I wanted him here with me so that we were doing this together.
I gave him a look and he immediately understood what I wanted from him. So, he dove deeper inside of me, and I rode faster, waiting for both of us to detonate like a bomb going off.
“Oh yes,” he groaned.
“Now, baby. I need it now,” I begged over and over again, until we both were on the same wavelength and the pressure inside of us burst through.
I felt him ripping the largest orgasm out of me. The warmth of him spilled all over me as I growled and released my own orgasm onto him. I cried out in pleasure with his response following a second behind. I crawled off of him, laying down next to him, and felt the warm wetness leak out of me.
It was a glorifying feeling to experience the most intimate pleasure that a person could ever feel. Certainly, this was the kinkiest sex I have ever had to explore. When I was finally able to feel my legs, I got up to go wipe myself off. I found Ryder curled up in my bed, under the covers, and patting on the other side for me to join him.
He was exhausted. No, we were exhausted; but this was the part of sex I really and truly enjoyed more than anything else. That time we got to sit there curled up next to each other, just holding each other. I could taste him there, and feel the sweat on his skin. We were still sticky from the whipped cream, but neither of us really cared at this point. All we cared about was that at this moment, we were present with each other. And in this moment. We were there, together. Always and forever.
Chapter 17
