by Sadie Jacks
My tears turned into sobs. I shook my head. I’d thought I’d handled everything after escaping Ethan like a fucking champ. Minus some nightmares and emotional outbursts, I’d moved on. Lived my life on my own terms.
To have the knowledge of my failure slapped in my face like this? In front of Ryker? I felt like the world’s biggest fool and dumbest idiot. How had I missed it? Six fucking shirts. Which didn’t include the rainbow of other colors in the same style. Who knew how many other multiples of other items I had.
I could feel the dark trying to press in. My Inner Bitch was getting ready. I could almost see her smacking her lips in anticipation. Feel her try to pierce the happy bubble that had grown inside me since meeting Ryker. I couldn’t let it. Couldn’t let it win. Not now. Not with all of this failure shoved in my face.
I lowered my hands, looked up into Ryker’s face. Searched it. All I could see was love and acceptance. A deep need to make me feel better.
Shifting around on his lap, I straddled his thighs. “It’s coming. You have to keep me here. Please.”
His brow furrowed for a brief moment before it cleared. “You need pain.”
I nodded. The shame that usually accompanied the request wasn’t there. Not with Ryker. It never had been.
“Straight pain or sexy pain?” he asked as he tucked his hands against my ass and pushed up from the chair.
“Your choice.” I stuffed my nose against his neck under his chin.
His chuckle was a balm to my heart. “Then sexy pain it is, cupcake.” He pinched my thigh. He strode to the bedroom. Set me on my feet while he moved the remaining suitcases and clothes.
I bit my lip, hard. Focused on the pain. The sensation. I’m still here. I’m still here. I’m still here.
Once the bed was free, he picked me up again and laid me in the middle of it. “How are your legs?” he asked as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
I pumped them up and down a couple times. Did the body scan. “Okay. The right one is achy again.”
He nodded, tossed his shirt over his shoulder. “Oops, being messy again. Bad Ryker.”
I snickered, pushed up on my elbows. “Come be bad Ryker with me.” I eased my legs apart, raised my knees.
His cheeks flushed. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.” Gripping one of my ankles, he slid me down towards the foot of the bed. Pulled my pants and panties down my legs. He sighed as he slid his gaze over me from head to toe. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
He bent, sprinkled kisses over my shins and calves. Bit at my thighs just above my knees. The bundle of nerves there lit up in my brain like a bonfire on a clear night. The flaring sparks of pain helped push away that encroaching darkness. Kept me with him in the here and now.
“More, Ryker.” I was so close. But I needed more to lock the darkness away.
He shifted his head to my inner thigh. Bit harder. Sucked my flesh into his mouth.
I felt the rushing heat of blood under the surface of my skin. The deep ache of a forming bruise. The wave of pain rose inside me. Lifted me up and carried me on its wake.
He let go, massaged away the ache with his tongue and chin. “Your skin is so soft, cupcake. Like silk.” He turned his ministrations to my other thigh. Repeated the biting and sucking.
Harder and longer this time, I felt the lock shoot home on the inner vault that forced the darkness back. He’d done it again. Saved me. Loved me in a way I needed. Without shame or guilt. Just loved me as I was.
My arms quivered, threatened to give out. “Your mouth is delicious. And you use it so very well.”
He flicked his tongue out. Ran a long wet line from my knee to the crease where my thigh met my body. “You think so?” He lifted his head. Leaned forward. Took my bottom lip between his teeth.
As he pulled back, he applied more pressure. A biting sting that was soon soothed by his tongue and lips.
I moaned as my neck struggled to hold my head upright. “Uh huh. I know so.” The words were garbled.
He sat me up, pulled my shirt off. Blinked a couple times when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. He flicked his gaze up to mine. “You’ve been braless all day?”
I nodded. “Stuffing myself into a bra while we were under attack at the bunker didn’t really seem like the best use of my time. And I don’t know whether to be insulted or happy that you didn’t notice.” I looked down at my chest. Shrugged.
Like a heat seeking missile, he dropped his head to my right breast. Sharp bites and searing kisses along every millimeter he could reach.
I gave up the fight. Fell onto my back, gripped his head in my hands to hold him to me. Every sensation built on itself. Became a writhing morass of feelings that cemented me into the present with him.
My body wiggled and moved all on its own. Like it was as crazy as me, it danced closer before shying back in alternate turns.
My back arched high as Ryker took my nipple between his teeth and pulled. His hoarse chuckle vibrated against my trapped flesh. Added another layer of feeling to everything. He let his teeth open the slightest degree. My flesh scraped through the slight break in the barrier of his teeth.
I flopped back to the bed, breathing heavy. My eyelids were heavy as I looked up at him. His features were stark in the lower lighting of falling dusk. His green eyes were bright as he watched me. Studied my every move. Memorized my every twitch.
“Back with me?” he asked.
I nodded. Smiled. “Thank you.”
His grin was wolfish. “I’m more than happy to help, cupcake. Want to keep going or do you want to go finish your mountain?” His chest was moving just a little deeper than usual. His cheeks wore the slightest tinge of red.
“And if I want to finish my mountain?”
He nodded, smiled. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” He eased back.
I reached up, grabbed his face in my hands. “That would make this number three, Mr. Penn. I need you to make good on your promise to my cunt.” I sealed my lips to his as he jerked slightly. A low groan rumbled through his chest.
He ripped his mouth away. “Sweet fuck, cupcake. You can’t say that word.”
“Cunt?” I raised an eyebrow.
His eyes slid closed, he shuddered. “You make cupcakes for a living. You shouldn’t be using such dirty words.” He leaned his forehead against mine. His was damp. The slightest bit heated.
I moved my head so I could whisper in his ear. “My cunt is aching for you. I need your cock inside me, hero.” I ran my fingers down his chest, cupped his raging hard-on in my hand. “Are you going to give it to me? Fill me up? Make me scream your name?”
He growled again. The sound more animal than man. Hooking his hands under my ass, he tugged me to the end of the bed, got to his knees between my legs. “Fucking hell.” He buried his face in my pussy.
Teeth, lips, tongue. He used his entire arsenal on and against me. In a matter of moments, I was clutching his head and chanting his name.
His tongue was a dervish against my clit. An unending flickering that shot me to orgasm in less than five minutes. With a deep chuckle, he kept at me. The overly sensitive nub begged for mercy.
I tugged at his hair. Whined his name. “Ryker. Please.” Honestly, I didn’t know if I was begging for more or for him to leave off for just a moment.
He answered both pleas. He dipped at least two fingers inside me. Rubbed his fingers over the bumpy ridge just inside my entrance.
With two fingers, he spread my labia wide, blew streams of cool air over my clit as he kept up the relentless internal rubbing with his other hand.
My head thrashed back and forth as I tried to sort the feelings. Tried to put them in the right spot in my brain. But his magic touch ate at all my efforts. I was one big mass of sensation.
A deep, heavy pressure built in my vagina. A feeling like I’d never experienced before. It floated to the top of the ocean of feeling. Started flashing bright red lights in my mind.
“Ryker?”
“Hmm?”
he hummed against my flesh.
I shivered. How could I put it into words? I had to pee? Not really. It was deeper than that. Heavier than that. “Ryk—”
He flicked his tongue over my clit again and he drummed his other fingers against that bumpy ridge.
“Ah!” My entire body quaked as it went crazy. He removed his mouth just as a warm gushing sensation shot from my body as my next orgasm shattered my higher brain function. I could only feel. Breathe and feel as he played my body like the maestro he was.
Chapter 9 – Ryker
I fought my body’s need to cum as I watched Willow’s pussy weep for me. I hadn’t been expecting her to squirt, but I felt about ten feet tall that I’d been able to make her do it. My dick was hard enough to give a pneumatic nailer a run for its money on driving nails.
I laid my head on her thigh as I brought her back down to reality with soft strokes and gentle kisses. I smiled. She’d turned to me. Before the need for pain got too bad. Before the darkness in her mind dragged her away from me.
We were making progress. Good progress. And in a fucking short amount of time. Somehow we’d both been able to scale the other’s walls.
“Mmgh.”
I chuckled. “That good, huh?” I pulled my fingers from her body. They were coated with her juice. I slipped them between my lips. Licked them clean. Best fucking flavor in the world.
My dick twitched.
“What the hell did you do to me?” she asked from her position, still staring at the ceiling.
“Never heard of squirting or female ejaculations?”
She popped up on her elbows. Looked down the length of her body at me. “No way.” She shook her head. Her eyes were wide.
I snorted. Raised up so she could see my chest. “I beg to differ, cupcake.” Two splashes had hit my chest and dripped down my body. I considered them a badge of fucking ownership.
Her cheeks blazed red. “Oh gosh, that’s so gr—”
“‘Great’ better be the word about to come out of your mouth.” I glared at her. Shrugged. “You swallow when I shoot my load. This is no different.”
Her lips quirked. “Except mine’s not full of swimmers.” She chuckled.
I laughed, the motion vibrated deep in my belly. My cock jumped. “Touché, cupcake.”
Her mouth dropped open as her cheeks got redder. She hung her head against her chest.
Running my hand up her legs, I petted her. “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. Nothing to be ashamed of. At all.”
She shook her head. “It just seems really…dirty.” She peeked up at me from beneath her lashes.
I stood up, let her see the tent of my pants. “Does my body think yours is dirty?”
Her cheeks paled slightly. She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “Is that all for me, Mr. Penn?” she said with a smile.
“Unless you wanted me to give it to someone else, yeah.”
Her eyes narrowed and a growl filtered from her throat. “Try it and I’ll kill her. I swear I will.” She jackknifed into a seated position, attacked my button and zipper. She glared up at me. “Mine. All mine.” She leaned forward, bit my abdomen below my belly button.
My dick twitched again. I felt another bead of precum pearl up before soaking into the cloth of my boxer briefs. Her jealousy and possessiveness were fucking hot.
She slid my pants and underwear down to my feet. Slapped my legs to tell me to step out of them. As I stepped back, she stood up. Her hand on my cock like it was the handle of her favorite briefcase.
I groaned as she reflexively tightened and relaxed her hand. “I’m not sharing it with anyone but you, Willow.” I took her mouth in a savage kiss.
Her growl turned into a purr as I fisted my hand in her hair. Tightened my fingers. She lived on the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure. Lucky for her, I’d been a long-time inhabitant of the same space.
I lifted her up with a hand under her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her tongue met mine thrust for thrust. Again, the fleeting thought that I was glad I didn’t have to kill anyone else for tasting her floated through my mind.
Not that I wouldn’t do it. Because I would. No other man living would know her taste. Hear the sounds of her moans. Feel the heat of her body. She was mine. And I refused to share a single instance of her with anyone else.
I backed her up until my thighs met the mattress. I tipped us down, careful to keep from crushing her under me. She clung to me like a monkey as I caught myself on hands and knees.
Another rumbling groan shook my chest. I brought my knees up, rested her ass on the tops. I pulled back from her mouth. A small sacrifice for what I was about to do.
The naked, dripping heat of her body called to me like a siren’s song. My dick was aching so much I swore I could feel the burn of it in my jaw. I lined up at her entrance. Teased myself with her opening.
Teased both of us. Her body stilled and relaxed. Stilled and relaxed.
“For fuck’s sake, Ryker. Fuck me!” She slid her hands into my hair, yanked on the strands.
I smiled and thrust home in one smooth shot. Her sigh of relief mingled with my moan of exultation. She was fucking made for me.
Putting my hands on her arms, I slid my hands to hers. Linked our fingers and dragged her hands over her head. A dark smile pulled at my mouth as I hooked her hands to the restraints that were camouflaged as part of my head board.
Her body jerked against mine. Her heavy lids lifted, lowered as she narrowed her eyes at me. “A bit kinky, Ryker.”
I kissed her nose. “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.” Her hands restrained, I set my palms to the bend of her knees and pushed out and up.
Her body bucked as she moaned. Her head thrashed back and forth before she settled again when I didn’t move. “Sweet caramel brownies, Ryker.”
My chuckle was hoarse. “Brownies, indeed.” I angled my knees, got into position. Lifting up, I sank down in one smooth stroke inside her.
My head dropped back on my shoulders. Tight as a fucking glove and hot as a furnace. My girl’s cunt was heaven.
I set up a steady rhythm. One that worked for both of us. Sweat beaded on my brow as I fought off my orgasm. I didn’t want to let this end. Not yet. Possibly not ever.
Her whining and moaning were like nails down my back. The sucking pull of her pussy was a heady experience I wanted to wallow in. But like most good things, it, too, had to come to an end.
I felt the ripples in her cunt. The first signal that she was getting ready for that climb. The seducing call of her orgasm brought mine grunting and swinging forward like the caveman I really was.
Switching my grip, I shoved my knees wider and brought my fingers to my mouth. I licked them.
“Willow.” I made my voice as hard as possible. Right then it didn’t take much.
Her eyelids fluttered open. Her gaze was hazy with lust. “Mm?”
I lowered my fingers in a fast snap that crashed on her clit. She sucked in a noisy breath as her body twitched beneath me. “Ryker, Ryker, Ryker.” Her cunt clamped down as her orgasm ripped through her. Pretty sure I saw her eyes roll up into her head. But that was probably just ego talking.
Her clenching pussy brought my own orgasm. Too long delayed, I felt like the top of my head popped off as I tossed it back and gritted my teeth against the body-destroying pleasure that swamped through me. I grunted a few times, pumped my dick inside her because I couldn’t control my body’s actions anymore.
I was pretty sure I was going to live here. Deep inside her. Certainly made being a possessive and jealous asshole easier. She’d never be without me.
As my body finally relaxed and I dropped down against her warm, damp body, I gave the idea serious thought. I think I could pull it off. She certainly seemed to like what I did to her body.
“Hero, one of these days you’re going to kill me with pleasure,” she said, her voice a little strained. “But sweet canapes, you’re heavy. I can’t breathe.” She nudged me weakl
y with her knees against my hips.
My chuckle was as weak as hers as I rolled off to the side. My chest still heaving. “Sorry. I tend to lose my head when I’m in my happy place.” I rubbed a hand over her belly. Watched her muscles twitch and jerk under my touch.
“Hands,” she said.
I smiled, nodded. “Yeah, I’m touching you. Are you thinking of denying me?”
She snorted. “Never. But I want to touch you. I need you to undo my hands.” She snapped her fingers. “Up here. You can do it. I believe in you.” She snapped them again.
I raised up on an elbow as I raised an eyebrow. “I’m more likely to paddle you if you keep talking to me like I’m a good dog.”
A smile washed over her mouth. “Not a good dog. Not even a dog. Good boy?” she said around a snicker.
I shook my head. “Definitely a bad boy.”
Her smile deepened. “With the references to prove it. I remember, Ryker.” Her face went serious. “Do you not want me to touch you? It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. I won’t cross your boundaries.” She held my gaze steadily.
I smiled, leaned down, gave her a kiss for just being her. “You can touch me, cupcake. Always.” I reached up, undid the latches with a single push of a button.
Her arms fell as if they weighed a million pounds. She rubbed at her shoulders. Tipping her head back, I saw her searching for the restraints. My smile was a little dark when she pouted up at me. “Where are they?”
“Somewhere only I know about.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to touch you now. All over.” She hovered her hands over my pecs.
I rolled to my back, lifted her to straddle my hips. “Touch away, cupcake.” I folded my hands under my head, watched her eyes light up with a joy I hadn’t seen before. Touching was almost sacred to her.
Which, when I thought about it, was understandable. I was just so fucking glad that I was the one she was touching. The one to share it with her.
Her fingers settled on my pecs, light as a feather. We were together like that for a long time as she became familiar with my body. Her brow furrowed as she ran her hands over the faded scars of my youth. Smoothed out when my nipples beaded up under her teasing strokes.
