“Fuck me, Kat. I knew these were gonna be exquisite, but holy shit, sweetheart. They’re fucking perfect,” he says while holding my heavy breasts in both of his hands. He’s cupping them with the perfect amount of force, driving me fucking crazy. He quickly unclasps my bra, letting it fall down along my arms. It’s instantly removed and discarded to the side.
“I’m gonna need to taste these for a while. Sweet Kat, I think I just may have found my new favourite pastime,” he says as he lowers his head in line with my nipples and darts his tongue out, licking, sucking, and nipping at each budded tip. He’s grunting and humming as he laps at my breasts. It’s fucking erotic to watch…he’s so erotic to watch.
“Jesus, Ryker, that feels so good,” I tell him, my breath hitching from the onslaught of his mouth’s attack. “Holy fuck!” He tugs on each nipple with his teeth forcing them to become erect; it sends jolts of pleasure right to my pussy. I can’t stifle the moan that falls out of my mouth at the attention he’s giving to my tits. Looking up at me, Ryker smirks, obviously aware of the effect he’s having on me. “I really, really like these, baby. I’ve been dreaming about these sweet tits. They’re perfect,” he mutters with one last lick.
Suddenly he stands, looking down at me. “I’m gonna have to come back to those. Actually, I think I’m gonna have to fuck those too, sweet girl, but first, I plan on seeing if you taste as good as those titties. Kat, I need to feast on that pussy of yours. I know it’s aching and dripping for me right now,” he says, his voice going deeper baritone with want as he guides me back to his bed. He removes his shirt before pushing me down onto the bed. Holy shit, he has the sexiest tattoo I have ever seen. It’s a beautiful Polynesian tribal tattoo on his chest, and I just want to lick my way over while exploring this gorgeous specimen. I try to scoot up a bit on the bed, but I’m pulled back down to the very edge of the mattress. My boots and jeans along with my panties are gone in a flash. Ryker is now towering over me while my ass is hanging off the mattress, waiting for his touch.
Chapter 41
Ryker
Fuck me, if seeing Kat sprawled out, ass hanging off the foot of my bed isn’t the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. I stand over her, taking her in, committing her to memory. Jesus, this girl is gorgeous and she’s waiting for me, needing me as much as I need her. I lower myself to my knees, in perfect alignment with her sweet spot. I look up, meeting her glazed eyes. I offer a grin before spreading her open. I run my hands along her body from her shoulders to the top of her body, rubbing her breasts and torso, then back down to her thighs, passing them up and down her lithe legs over and over. I run my hands everywhere. “Mine, Kat. You’re mine. I own this body. These tits, these amazing legs that I want wrapped around my neck. This tight ass, mmm, baby,” I say as I dip my hands under her body, grabbing the sexy, perfectly tight globes of her ass.
Shit, she feels good under my touch. Licking my lips, I lean back up over her, stretching up to take her pert nipples each into my mouth one more time before hovering back over to take another kiss. Kat mewls and arches herself into my touches, seeking more. Goddammit, seeing her at my mercy is like adding fuel to a fire. Quickly, I stand, needing to remove my pants and boxers ’cause my dick is the hardest it’s ever been and I’m consumed by an overwhelming need for this girl. Jesus, what she’s capable of doing to me, and I haven’t even gotten my cock in her yet.
With my pants off and thrown to the side, my cock springs free. I stroke it a few times before moving back over to Kat on the bed. I smirk down at her. “Like what you see here, baby?” I ask while I rub my hand up and down my shaft. I see her watching me intently, green eyes glued to my raging hard-on while she whispers “definitely” for her approval. “It’s all for you, sweet girl; you drive me wild.” Before she realizes, I’m back over her, leaning my weight on one arm as I suck in her bottom lip between my teeth, gently pulling it, causing her to moan.
“God, Ryker, ppll-lease,” she moans, spuring me on.
From her lips, I slowly move my mouth back down to offer each fantastic peak one last tug; shit, are her tits fantastic. I’ll never get enough of this girl, I think as my hands join in my eager exploration of her lithe body. I need to calm myself down because, I swear, Kat’s perfection is enough to make me come all over myself before we even get started. I dart my tongue out while making my way down to her core. Slowly, I grasp her ankles to spread her that bit more. The move is enough that her pretty pink pussy is now showcased in front of me.
“Fuck me, you’ve got the prettiest looking pussy, baby, so pink, smooth, and wet...” I glance up at her one more time before I dive in with her eyes trained on me intently, waiting for my mouth. She needs this as much as I do, so with one last knowing smile, I get to it.
She bucks off the bed instantly as my tongue laps between her juicy folds. Holy shit, if Kat isn’t all kinds of sweet like I knew she would be. “Baby, you smell so fucking sweet, and you taste even better. God, you’re fucking edible.” I sit before her, pulling her legs over my shoulders. “Need you closer, hot girl. I need to feed on all I can get.” With that, she begins to tremble as I slowly take her clit in my mouth, swirling my tongue all around, teasing her sweet-tasting bundle of nerves with a constant lapping of my tongue. Running my hands along the inside of her legs, I push a finger into the warmth of her pussy. She lets out a loud moan while she slowly begins moving her perfect hips, trying to ride my finger and face.
“You’re so damn tight, Kat. I fucking love it.” I push a second finger in, giving her more to ride. She bucks off the bed again as I increase the speed of both my tongue and fingers, now working in unison. I’m animalistic in my attack, which only makes her moan even more, groaning and pulling my hair that much harder. I know she’s close. Hearing her moan and buck under my touch is too much. I can’t wait any longer.
Taking her legs from my shoulder, I wipe my mouth while staring at her beautifully flushed face. “You are too fucking sweet, Kat. I need inside of this tight pussy now, baby; I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel you come wrapped around my cock.”
I swear to God, she purrs at my words. “Ryker, hurry.”
I quickly grab a condom, put it on, and in one hard push, my cock is thrust deep inside her. “Fuck!” I all but yell out at the pure joy I feel at her tightness taking me all in.
Chapter 42
Kat
Oh my stars and garters! Ryker Eddison is a master with that dirty mouth and those talented hands of his. Never have I felt so many intense sensations as I have under his touch. I’ve lost all control of my senses and I’m on an Eddison overload. I honestly don’t ever want them back. Holy fuck!
All I can hear is myself moaning and making all kinds of sounds that I never knew possible. I need him and I need him now.
“Ryker,” I say as he moves from between my legs wiping his face, clearly satisfied with my reaction to him. He moves over me after putting on the condom. His warm chest grazing my nipples as he moves above me now, causing shivers to run up and down my spine, which, in turn, causes an apex of need to run straight down to my core. All in all, making me needier. Needy to the point where begging him isn’t beneath me. Who gives a shit if I let this man see just how much he affects me? It’s clear to me now I have the same effect on him. Looking up into his eyes, I reach for his neck, pulling him down closer to my lips and kiss him hard while telling him how badly I need him.
“I know,” he all out growls before he drives home.
“Oh, God, Ryker. You feel so good. I…I…, oh, God, you’re deep.” Never in the past have I experienced the pleasure-pain of sex. But as Ryker thrusts into me for the first time, I welcome the experience. I relax as his cock slides in and out, rubbing me with my own juices, helping to accommodate his size.
“Kat, Jesus, you’re fucking sexy, so fucking tight,” he hums, sinking deeper, pinning my arms above my head and running his mouth over my chest. “I’m not gonna last long, baby, not with you milking my cock the way
your greedy body keeps taking me in. Oh shit!” Staring at each other intently, Ryker’s movements take my breath away. I lean up, running my tongue around his tattoo, sliding my tongue over his muscles. I’m consumed with the pleasure he’s giving me, the feeling of him giving me what I need, watching him pumping and thrusting, stretching me to easily take him in.
“Mmm, Kat, you’re wet, so fucking tight; it’s like a vice grip. Shit, sweet girl. It’s so fucking good; you’re fucking good.” He kisses me. Ryker’s movements aren’t gentle, but he isn’t rough either. He offers the perfect balance and it’s driving me crazy. I writhe and moan his name, completely losing myself in the nirvana that is Ryker. His powerful thrusts cause me to find my own rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust, giving myself back to him, back just as good as he gives. The constant give and take of our bodies working in tandem quickly leads me to the crest where I know I am going to explode like I have never imagined possible.
“Ryker…oh, Ryker, I’m…I’m…oh, Ryker!” I scream out his name as pure ecstasy takes over my entire being.
“Yeah, Kat, shit, that was the hottest thing. You’re amazingly beautiful when you come. Christ, the way your tight pussy clenched around my cock, fuck, baby.” He breathes as he picks up his movements pumping faster and faster. “I’m gonna fucking come. I’m gonna come hard,” he growls. “Oh fuck,” he grits out a few seconds later.
Ryker holds me as we lie here in silent bliss.
We fall asleep. It’s all perfect. Too perfect.
I know I want more from him, and I know this is the only night he’ll want from me.
It crushes me. Ryker Eddison is, after all, a player.
I wake a few hours later; he’s fast asleep.
I leave.
Chapter 43
Ryker
The morning after Kat ditched out on me…on us, I’m fuming and in the pissiest mood ever. Making my way to the kitchen, I hear Matty and Justin, who were already awake cooking breakfast, chatting away about the bar last night. They both knew I was planning on laying my shit out with Kat last night. Hoping to claim her as mine.
Sighing, at what I know is coming, I decide to get the jokes and ribbing over with. I know they’re sure to come, especially when they don’t see Kat with me. I move into the kitchen uttering a good morning, while walking directly to the coffee maker. I’m banging shit around, making it totally obvious that I’m angry.
“Ryk, dude, what’s with the mood? What, that hot piece with those pretty titties turn you down?” Justin, that fuck of a pain in my ass goes on, causing my jaw to clench at his comment. This guy needs to clamp it down and fast.
“Aww, did big bad Ryker get turned down? Did the little bitch choose that other fucktard over you? You know the one who was dancing up on her sweet ass. You need a huggy?” Now I’m seeing fucking red. Hearing him talk about her like that causes me to lose it.
Without warning, I turn, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, positioning my face beside his ear to be sure he fucking hears what I gotta say. “What the fuck did you just say, motherfucker? I fucking think I heard you wrong, brother. You got no fuckin’ clue what the hell you’re talking about. You are to never speak about Kat like that again! Capiche?” Matt is quickly at us, trying to diffuse the situation. Finally I relent.
“Jesus, Ryker, I’m just messin’ with ya, man. Calm the fuck down, dude,” Justin says as I remove my hands from his neck, my eyes still trained on him, my body ready to pounce if need be. Justin stands in front of me, hands raised in defeat. “Ryker, man, I swear I’m only messing; it’s my bad. I’m sorry. I saw ya’ll leave the bar together. I just assumed things went well, that she’d be here this morning.”
Shaking my head, I apologize, and for the first time since shit went down with Melissa, I sit down and let loose about all the crazy shit that’s been going on between Kat and me.
“This girl has got me all kinds of fucked up. I told her last night that I wanted more than just sex. I thought she understood. I dunno what the hell happened, all I know is she’s fucking gone. And it pisses me off. I really don’t think she’s the one-night stand type. She’s too damn sweet for that shit.”
“Well, just give it some time, man; she’ll figure it out. But just know I was only kidding with you. I’d never talk about your girl like that.”
“Thanks, Justin. I’m sorry, too, man. I’m all over the place. I just reacted.”
Ever since Melissa, I’ve never let a girl get me riled up like this. Seriously, I need to deal with Kat. I need to talk to her, convince her I want more than sex with her. I, Ryker Eddison, want all of her.
***
One week. It’s been one fucking week since Kat left my bed like a thief in the night. One week since I’ve officially grown that vagina, the one I’ve been growing over my cock ever since this damn girl walked into my life. Fuck me! Even my friends are noticing a change in me, feeling the effects of Kat on me. Clearly, I’m not as good at being nonchalant about her and my wayward feelings as I thought. But that shit is gonna change real fast. By Tuesday, I’m more irritated and I bail on work again for the second time this week. I’m just not in the mood to deal with anyone’s shit.
While I’m listening to the guys go on about letting her be, I have to question, how this is the right move? I get a text back from Levi, telling me he’s free for lunch, but not for a few days. I had texted him hoping he could give me some brotherly advice. Seeing as I trust him the most in this life, I’ll trust his advice too.
Levi: Meet me at Duncan’s pub Thursday at noon. Be warned, I’m pissed. Just got word you called in for tonight too. You better be really sick, bud. I gotta cover.
Me: Sorry. See u Thursday.
I need real advice, Levi.
Levi: Ok. C U.
Shit. He’s never going to let me live this down. I called in sick because of a chick.
That night, the guys and I sit around playing cards and they give me their two cents about what I should do about Kat. They insist I did the right thing.
“Just leave her, dude; she’ll come back. She knows where the orgasms are now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she shows up begging by morning. Chicks love you, Ryk. She’ll be back.”
“You’re an idiot, Justin. When’s the last time you had a steady girl? What the fuck do you know?” Matt challenges him.
“Ryker, I think you should wait till Friday, that way it’s a full week, and then you can seek her out. Just tell her you’ve been busy. Kat will understand,” Justin offers again, and I’ve had enough.
“I’m out. I’m heading to bed.” I stand, folding my cards. Poker and beer aren’t doing shit to help relax me tonight.
“Night, fellas.”
“Night, Ryk. Try not to let it get to you too much, buddy. I’m sure it’ll all work out.”
“I hope, Matty, I really do. I’ve never felt like this before.” With that, I head up to my room.
Chapter 44
Ryker
I meet Levi for lunch and, instantly, I feel like more of a tool with how I handled the situation with Kat than before. Especially after the way Levi puts things into a more realistic perspective. Shit, I’m such a douche. I should have called her. Gone after her.
“You idiot,” Levi says, taking a pull from his beer. “I can’t believe you listened to dumb and dumber. What the hell would make you think she’d want space? If anything, you probably should have gone straight to her and talked shit out. Now you’ve sent the message that she did the right thing by leaving, that she saved face.”
Fuck. Hearing my brother say this makes me feel uneasy, like I should have gone with my gut and hunted her down. Stupid assholes, I should have known better than to listen to them. What the hell do they know? I think Claire might be Matt’s only steady girl since…forever, actually.
“Dude, why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner? How long has this been going on? I’ve never seen you like this, Ryk. Does Mom know? She’s going to lose her fucking mind.” He laughs.<
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“Slow the fuck down, man. Of course she doesn’t know. I fucking didn’t know how deep I was until a week ago.”
After a few beers and some more razzing, he was actually supportive and helpful.
“She’s different, Levi. I’ve never felt like this before. Like, with Melissa, it was all smoke and mirrors, you know? Nothing was really as it seemed. I didn’t love her. It was lust; it was superficial. With Kat, it all feels right. Like she fills a void in me that I’ve had for so long. I’m not pissed off all the time; I’m excited and there isn’t another chick who can hold my attention like her. Fuck, my mind is set on her. And my heart, as lame as it sounds, it’s ready to let a girl in, and fuck if that doesn’t scare the shit outta me. Half the time, I can’t find words when I’m with her, ’cause these feelings make me fucking nervous. Nervous ’cause she actually makes me happy.”
“Holy shit, Ryk. I knew you were in deep, but fuck, man, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were falling in love with her.”
“God, Levi, I’m such a dick, just help me. She’s going to hate me. I gotta fix this. I need this girl, man. She makes me feel good, makes me want more. Shit, man, I actually want to be there for her, like all the time. Dude, I need help. I’ve fucked this up.”
Together we concoct a plan. Thank God for my brother, the man is a genius.
“Okay, come to work about an hour early tomorrow. I’ll make sure your girl is there for you. That way you can talk in private before the shift and before the others are there. The last thing I need is a night full of drama, ’cause you’re a fucking idiot,” he chides before finishing his beer.
Thank fuck tomorrow is Friday. Kat and I will work together and, she and I, we will be talking.
Chapter 45
Kat
It’s been over a week since I snuck out of Ryker’s bed. One week since that unforgettable night and not a single word, text, or any attempt to contact me. The only person who seems to be relentless at getting in touch with me is Seth. I can’t believe this guy. It’s crazy how much time he seems willing to make for me now. How all of a sudden, I rank on his list of priorities. How he’s managed to get my number again is beyond me. But again, that issue needs to take a back burner to this thing I’ve got going on with Ryker right now. Well, is it even a thing anymore?
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