Rush Into You (15 page)

I TASTED THE tension in the air, thick with lust and the memory of our shared kiss earlier tonight. The few inches separating us while standing in front of my apartment door vibrated with need. I couldn’t concentrate enough to place the key in the lock. My mind was preoccupied with the man standing so close behind me that I could feel his heated breath on my neck. My body visibly shivered, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin just from the warmth of his mouth alone. The quiet rasp of Ryker’s laugh made me look over my shoulder at him.

“Something wrong, Gabby?” He smirked, then reached across and closed his hand over mine, his other hand rested gently on the curve of my hip. I felt the slightest touch of his lips on my shoulder as he took control of the key and finally unlocked the door.

I didn’t let myself second guess my actions; I spun around in his arms so that my chest was pressed against his front, and I took hold of his leather and tugged him closer to me. We stared at each other for a second before Ryker’s mouth closed in on mine, kissing me frantically and pushing me into the unlocked, yet still closed door. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and my hands were clawing at his short hair as his muscled arms moved under my ass and lifted me onto his hips. My legs automatically locked behind his back as if they were meant to be there.

Tonight was the night.

This would be the first time that I had sex with someone who I really cared about. Tonight I’d be connecting with Ryker emotionally and physically.

The door opened behind me, and he walked into my house as if he owned it. The idea of waking up next to Ryker in my bed, and of him standing barefoot in my kitchen making coffee crossed my mind. It’s something I’ve never had with another man, and I’d love the chance to experience it with him.

Ryker’s hands squeezed my ass as he continued navigating his way through my home. I wanted this man with every fiber of my being. The flame filling my core was burning me and I wanted him to extinguish it. He was the only one who could ease the growing ache between my thighs and the heaviness in my breasts. His hot mouth moved to my neck, licking and sucking the skin feverishly, and his lips pressed right below my ear. A soft moan escaped my parted lips.

“Feel good, baby?” Ryker questioned, his voice raspy.

I claimed his mouth with my own in answer. My hands wanted to feel every inch of his skin, and I couldn’t touch him fast enough. I’d craved this man for so damn long that my body couldn’t keep up with my mind.

My hands tugged on his short hair…

My tongue tangled with his tongue…

My teeth nipped his lower lip…

My sex rubbed against the bulge in his jeans…

I wanted all of him.

Now.

We turned the corner into my kitchen, and my lower back slammed against the counter. The slight pain of the impact further excited me, and I reached my hand down the back of Ryker’s shirt and let my nails run across his skin. His answering growl sent a burning current straight down to my sex. He positioned me on the wooden counter top and gripped the bottom of my shirt. I lifted my arms, and he easily removed it, then tossed it over his shoulder. Ryker’s hands pawed me just as frantically, both of us eager for what the other had to offer.

I let my head fall back in ecstasy, exposing my neck to him. My breasts were rising and falling, my breathing heavy, and every inhale tempted him. He bit the swell of my cleavage, and I cried out from the sharp, pleasurable pain. My slick sex clenched…needing more of Ryker, wanting him inside me. Without warning he picked me up, our lips still locked together, and quickly turned into the hallway toward my room.

Ryker’s legs hit the end of my bed, and he came to a sudden stop. His mouth left mine, and he gazed into my eyes.

“You sure about this?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

His gaze stayed locked on mine for a few more seconds, then he tossed me on my bed, and the anticipation of what was to come had me ready to burst at the seams. I watched as he ripped his shirt over his head in one sweep, pulling from the back. His powerful frame leaned over me, his arms extended on either side of my head.

“I won’t regret you, Ryker. Whatever happens…I won’t regret you.”

“Good, because I’m just getting started with you,” he growled and crashed his lips against mine.

The intensity of his kiss took my breath away. His hand slid up to my breast, cupping me over my navy-blue, simple cotton bra. He pushed the thin straps down my shoulders one by one, and I arched my back off the bed and brought my hands behind me to unclasp my bra. Ryker grasped it, then threw the fabric over the side of the bed on the floor. I could see the appreciation in his stare, and I found myself not wanting to cover up at all.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, right before dipping his head to kiss the swell of my breast. “So beautiful.”

The feel of Ryker’s mouth on my nipple had my desire though the roof. Every suck and lick had me squirming beneath him. His hand squeezed my other breast as his fingers rolled my pebbled nipple. I grazed my teeth on his broad shoulder, my hands massaging into his muscled back, and I hooked my thumbs into the back of his pants, under the waistband of his boxer briefs. I tried tugging them down, letting him know I wanted more. After paying equal attention to my other breast with his mouth, he granted my request and lifted himself from my body slightly to pull his jeans and underwear off. The sight of his lean and chiseled body naked before me caused my body to tighten. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled myself up on my knees. Right away he took advantage and made quick work of pulling my jeans and thong off.

My lips and hands traveled all over his chest and stomach, hungry for the man before me. On our knees, I reached back up and kissed him hard on the mouth before pulling away. Looking him in the eyes I slowly bent down before him, ass up in the air, and licked Ryker’s hard length from the base to his tip. The growl that came from him only fueled my desire and my need to please him. I twirled my tongue around his erection and opened my mouth wide to accommodate his perfect size. I once again got an approving growl from Ryker, and continued taking his full length into my mouth in a steady rhythm. The clean taste and velvety feel of him on my tongue was so sexy. I’d never enjoyed giving a man head, but knowing I was satisfying Ryker turned me on. I sucked him with everything I had, my passion driving my need for him to feel good.

His hand reached between my thighs, and ran his fingers down my sex to separate my slick folds. All my nerve endings were on fire, and I felt my body close to climax. His fingers entered me while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned, the sound coming out as a hum since my mouth was still sealed around his cock. The vibrations of the sound traveled around his length, and an animalistic growl emanated from deep within his chest. His shameless pleasure was almost my undoing.

Ryker surprised me when he withdrew his hand from between my thighs, and pulled me up to kiss him. “Gabby, oh God, you’re amazing. Never in my life…” he trailed off and shook his head, pulling me against him. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

I laid back on the bed, beyond aroused that Ryker would soon be within me. I closed my eyes, soaking up the happiness floating through me. It had been over a year since I’d allowed myself to be with a man, but I wasn’t the same girl I used to be — I’d dropped all my high-risk behavior when I’d quit getting fucked up.

My anticipation for what was to come was sky-high, so when I felt a long, slow lick at the apex of my thighs, my body all but convulsed. Ryker’s strong hands grabbed my waist, pinning me down to keep me from bucking off the bed in surprise and pleasure. He continued to devour me with his tongue, licking and sucking while his fingers rubbed circles on my clit with perfect pressure. I was writhing beneath him, moaning his name as I took hold of his head, wanting to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. The sensation of my orgasm building was so intense it was almost painful
.

“Please…” I didn’t know what I was pleading for. Mercy? More? “I’m going to come, Ryker!”

He pushed his face between my thighs with force, claiming me. He continued to lick, suck, and nibble my sex as I finished. He devoured me as if he were a starving warrior, and my pussy was the grand feast he’d been rewarded with once he’d returned from battle. The act was intimate—he wasn’t selfish in bed; he gave to me what I gave to him. The pressure of my climax raked through my body in full, heated waves, and I never wanted the feeling to fade. I’d had orgasms in the past, but usually from my own doing. I’d fake my orgasms to please the guy and end the sex sooner.

Nothing
about my release right now was fake. This was a toe curling, body and mind numbing experience, and Ryker was the one who had given it to me. My body already felt like jello, and we hadn’t even had sex yet.

After placing gentle kisses on my inner thighs, Ryker positioned his hips, spreading my legs to accommodate his body. I stretched my arm over to the nightstand on the left side of my bed, closest to my window, and pulled open the single drawer, I patted my hand around to feel the contents, and had to push away a few pens and hair elastics before my hand landed on what I was looking for. I grabbed the foil packet, ripped it with my teeth and slid the latex over his erection. I bit my bottom lip, glancing up at him.

Ryker leaned over me, our bare chests touching as he swept my hair back from my face with both hands. They lingered on my cheeks, holding me in place while he gazed into my eyes.

“I won’t make you regret this,” he promised, kissing me passionately.

He trailed kisses down my neck and back up to my face, touching my cheeks and forehead with his lips. Looking directly in my eyes again, he positioned himself at my center and pushed, entering me with one strong pump of his hips. My body stretched, giving Ryker access, and my back arched off the bed, craving his movement. He licked the valley between my breasts in one long, leisurely stroke while his body pulled slightly away before he fully seated himself inside me again. After a few more slow strokes, Ryker and I picked up speed and found a matching rhythm. We found ourselves back at the frantic pace we were at when we entered my apartment. Our hands and mouths couldn’t move quick enough to touch and feel every spot we wanted at the same time, and our connected bodies were slick with moisture as we effortlessly moved from position to position.

“You’re so wet, Gabby. So warm,” Ryker growled, his hips pumping into mine from behind. The sound of our skin slapping against each other added to my arousal, and my body tingled from the multiple orgasms he had given me.

“I’m going to come, baby. One more time, come with me, Gabby.”

He slammed into me hard, and his balls slapped against my sex, spiking my release up another notch so that I was screaming his name. We both collapsed a moment later, panting and sweating. We laid side by side, still connected, trying to catch our breath. My heart was pounding from the physical exertion, and my mind was blank of all worries for the moment.

Ryker’s lips touched my ear. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Mmm…it sure was.” I smiled and looked over my shoulder at him. He captured my lips in a brief but sweet kiss, then rested his forehead on mine. I felt Ryker slowly pull out, inch by inch until my body was empty of him. Right away I wanted him back inside of me, filling me.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered, kissing me again. I watched him sit up on my bed, the hard muscles of his back contracting with his every move. I couldn’t see the front of him, but I knew he was taking the condom off.

When he came back in a moment later, walking through my room like a naked sex god, my mouth dried.
This man was going to turn me into a sex fiend!
He found his discarded clothes and bent to pick them up, giving me a great view of his backside. He placed my clothes on the bed, but since I was covered with a sheet I didn’t reach for them right away. He sat down next to me, lightly touching my fingers. The simple gesture squeezed at my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You know, I kinda felt like a hormone-crazed teenager tonight.” He chuckled. “I couldn’t keep my hands off of you, or touch you fast enough.”

“I think we both felt that way.” I laughed. “But we did slow down and enjoy it. I thought it was unbelievable.”

“Gabby, it was abso-fucking-lutely un-fucking-believable. That’s what it was.”

Being so normal after sex was a first for me. As amazing as the sex was, I’d half-expected him to get up and leave without so much as a backwards glance. I wasn’t used to hanging out with a guy I’d slept with, but with Ryker…

It was natural.

RYKER LEFT EARLY this morning before I woke up. When I saw he wasn’t there, I was worried. Insecure. My mind ran rampant with thoughts of him using me. Of me not seeing him again now that we had sex.

Then I saw the note he left on the bed. I grabbed the paper and lay my head down on the pillow he slept on, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him. Leather, smoke, and man.

The note was simple, his handwriting surprisingly neat. He explained that he had to leave to do a few things, but didn’t want to wake me up. He said he’d call later.