7
RYDER
The party was a good old-fashioned rager just like in the old days. People stayed until the wee hours of the morning and it was around four or so when Kingston found me, finally sober enough to see straight and leave on his own.
“Yo, have you seen my sister? I can’t find her,” he asked, yawning big. It wouldn’t be long before the sun would be coming up.
“You never even introduced her to me, you shithead,” I grumbled, more than a little bitter that I never found a girl that caught my eye. My bear was roaring all night at the selection of women, but none of them had been worth a chase.
He muttered something under his breath. “She probably took an Uber or something, right?”
I shrugged. “She’s your sister, what do you think?”
“I haven’t seen her in forever. She must’ve left,” he said, scratching his jaw. “She’s a big girl, I guess I can’t tell her she shouldn’t have gone.”
“Have a good night, man. Or what’s left of it,” I laughed, clapping him on the back as he wandered out the front door. There were still half a dozen people in my place and I needed to figure out how to get the rest of them out so I could hit the hay.
Luckily, once I started cleaning up and putting the liquor away, they got the memo. A few of my teammates left, congratulating me on the epic party, with their drunk girlfriends in tow, or in their arms. For a split second, I was almost jealous. I wondered what it would be like to not always be alone. To have someone to look after and look after me.
But I shook that thought out of my head real fast and waved at them as they left. I didn’t need anybody, that much I knew. I’d made it this far in my life with only my own dogged determination, so I knew for a fact that I didn’t need to involve anyone else. Doing so might even ruin everything I’d worked so hard for. In time I was sure I’d be able to silence my bear and keep him mcontent with the occasional one night stand.
“Shit, everyone’s gone,” Mason said, rubbing his eyes blearily as he trudged down the stairs.
“Where have you been? Taking a nap, Sleeping Beauty?”
He stopped at the foot of the stairs and grinned at me. But it wasn’t just any grin. That was a special grin reserved for a special occasion.
“Oh shit… Did you get laid?”
His grin widened and turned a little sheepish. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged.
“Isn’t there some rule about kissing and telling?”
“Not when you fuck someone in my house, there isn’t,” I joked, but beneath the surface hot jealousy was spiking through me again. Seemed everyone else in the world had someone. Even in my own damn house my best friend found someone.
“Well, you should probably know that she’s still up there sleeping… In your bed. Sorry man.”
He looked vaguely sorry at best.
“I was going to call her a cab, but then I felt bad about just leaving so…”
“So now she’s my problem. Thanks a lot man. Happy to know I can always count on you,” I deadpanned and he just grinned. Guess I never realized how badly Mason needed something like that to happen. He looked like a new fucking man.
“I’ll see you at practice,” he said, pulling me into a quick hug that surprised me. Yeah, getting laid apparently did wonders for Mason’s mood. I wondered how long it had been for that kind of response to come of it.
“Take it easy,” I said as he walked out of my front door.
I did one last sweep through the lower level of the house, looking for any stragglers, but it was mercifully empty. I checked the spare rooms, and they were all empty too. So that left only one person left at this party and she was apparently sleeping in my bed. How convenient.
If she’d been anywhere else, I might have considered letting her stay — it was still unlikely since I didn’t know who the hell she was and I had a lot of nice things to steal — but in my bed? Yeah, no way. She had to go.
When I stepped into the room, it was dark and quiet save for the soft sounds of someone breathing deeply. I flipped on the lamp and she didn’t budge, sprawled out over half the bed, her golden blonde hair fanned over the pillow, her tiny, cute, naked body on full display.
My cock twitched at the sight and she looked so peaceful I wasn’t sure I could budge her.
It didn’t hurt her case that I had a serious thing for blondes and she looked absolutely perfect.
It also didn’t hurt that I’d been wanting someone warming my bed, and here she was, just waiting for me with no work and no strings attached. I couldn’t deny the attraction my bear felt to her. This roar was louder than anything I’d heard for the other girls we’d seen all night.
I flipped the light off and decided she could stay. At least until she woke up.
But I wasn’t giving up my bed. It was big enough for the both of us without her thinking I tried to take advantage of her or anything. I stretched my tired and sore muscles, yawning before I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the opposite side of the bed, pulling the blankets up over myself.
As the mattress sank under my weight, she made a soft stirring noise and her eyes blinked blearily, not really focusing in the dark. But her lips curved into a sleepy smile and she moved closer to me, reaching out, her soft nimble fingers finding my cock.
I hissed, instantly going hard. I’d been a little turned on by a naked girl in my bed, but that naked girl was now touching my dick and there was nothing that could get me going faster.
She stroked me slowly, soft moans escaping her as she did, moving her hips closer to me on the bed. I was surprised, for sure, taken aback, definitely, but fuck who was I to say no to a girl that clearly wanted it?
I reached out tentatively to settle my hand on her hip, still convinced she was going to come to her senses and realize this was crazy, but instead she turned her hips and I found my fingers instead brushing the soft downy curls above her slit.
I could take a hint.
My fingers moved down, finding her so damn slick and wet that I had to groan at the feel of it. I found her clit and she gasped, her eyes closing, her hips moving on their own, grinding her clit into my fingers as they circled her again and again.
Her halting gasps were the only sounds in the room, but they were the only thing I needed to hear. The only thing I wanted to hear. Or so I thought.
“Fuck me,” she panted under her breath, tugging on my cock like she was going to pull it straight into her. I wasn’t the kind of guy to deny a girl what she was asking for.
I rolled over top of her and she spread her legs instantly, lifting herself off the bed, her hot pussy seeking my cock. I thrust into her and we both gasped, then moaned. God, she felt fucking amazing, and it wasn’t just the impromptu sex after a long night. The velvet walls of her pussy gripped me and clenched at me like I was made for her, she was so tight, so warm, so wet, god damn, I could get used to this.
But I wasn’t content to just stay sitting there inside her, as amazing as it felt. The lady wanted me to fuck her and I was more than happy to oblige.
My bear began clawing for her, wanting more and more.
Taking both of her small wrists in one of my big hands, I pinned her arms over her head as I pulled out and then drove back into her with all the force I could muster.
She cried out, the sweet sound echoing off the walls for only me to hear. I fucked her ruthlessly, the way I could tell we both needed, making her come while I continued driving her higher, giving her no chance to come down, to catch her breath, to even think straight. In the dim light, I watched her face contort into the sweetest expressions of tortured ecstasy I’d ever seen and I wanted more of it. I wanted so much more. I wanted to do nothing but fuck her forever just to always have this amazing feeling.
But it couldn’t last forever. I couldn’t last forever, not with the way her body felt, the way she looked, the sounds she made. I never stood a chance. I roared, biting down on her nipple as I swelled inside of her, just to hear that sweet, sweet scream of hers again. She didn’t disappoint, and her pussy clenched tight around me, sucking my orgasm right out.
And just as abruptly as it had started, it stopped. I rolled off of her, both of us panting, both clearly exhausted, and got up long enough to clean off. When I got back in the bed, she was already asleep again, so I knew I couldn’t kick her out yet.
But the first rays of morning sunlight were already peeking over the horizon, so I doubted it would be too long before she’d wake up. I left the blinds wide open just to be sure she couldn’t comfortably sleep the day away.
And maybe if I was lucky, she’d leave without making it a thing. Maybe she’d even leave while I was sleeping. That would be perfect.
But even as I thought that thought, a pang of something unfamiliar hit me and I frowned.
I didn’t know what the feeling was, but I didn’t really like the idea of her leaving without ever talking about what just happened. Without at least getting a name from her. Because for the first time ever, I actually really wanted a second time with someone. I knew it was crazy. I’d barely even seen her with the lights on, and she’d literally only said two words to me, but they were my favorite words in the whole world, so that was hardly a point against her.
The weird feeling of hoping she’d still be there when I woke up made it harder to fall asleep, but I eventually rolled over and draped an arm over her — another weird thing — and she pushed herself back into me, not even complaining when I took a handful of her breast and gently played with her nipple as my eyes drifted lower. She even made those amazing noises in her sleep, and a crazy part of me wanted to force myself to stay awake just to enjoy them in case I never got to see her again.
But it had been a long day, and there had been a lot of alcohol, so forcing myself to stay awake wasn’t even in the question.
With the mystery girl in my arms and firmly in my head, I drifted off to sleep, trying my damnedest not to think about what would — or wouldn’t — be waiting for me when I woke up.