Prologue
Ryder
Damn, what will the night bring? Brayden and I are heading out to a party. Typically, we start at one party, maybe make our way to another; but by the end of every night, it usually ends up following us to our place. College life and freedoms are our comforts.
Running my fingers through my hair to spike it up, I smile at my reflection in the mirror. Yes, I am one panty-melting bastard with a simple smile.
“Brayden, you ready?” I ask, walking into our living room.
“Yeah, man.” He gives me a smartass smirk. “Heads-up, Suzanne from last weekend is going to meet me tonight at Carly’s.” He pats his chest like the cocky shithead he is. “She’s coming back with me. Just so, you know, you don’t have any surprises.” He winks, and I can only manage to shake my head.
“Why, oh, why do you give them seconds? Suzanne is cute and all, but fresh pussy, man …” I continue shaking my head, giving him a half-smile. “While we’re young and free, sample the flavors of life, my man. Enjoy the buffet of women before we end up with the same meal night after fuckin’ night.”
Turning his back to me to head out, he continues, “I have plenty of samples. You’re the man-whore. I’m happy to indulge in seconds or thirds if the ass is good, and Suzanne’s ass is good.” Looking over his shoulder at me, he says, “There’s this whole innocent appeal to her. Get her alone and started, my man, she’s a hellcat in bed.” He ends on a sigh.
“A hellcat is good, but are you ready to give her more? Round two and three can lead to expectation. Think on that before she sinks her claws too deep and you get tied down,” I tell him as we walk out the front door.
“Suzanne knows the deal. She’s not looking for more than a good time for as long as she can get it. I’m not a man to get tied down, married—all that shit. She knows it,” he says, climbing into my car.
It isn’t long before we pull up to Carly’s house, outside of Concord, North Carolina. She has a small house on a hill. Rumor is, her parents bought the place for her and her man until they graduate from college. Thing is, Carly and her man are on the outs and, well, she likes to keep her house occupied.
I guess it’s true what they say: some people can’t handle being alone. Her loss is our gain.
This has been the party spot for the last few weeks. Logistically, this is the place. It’s just far enough out of the way that the cops don’t bother to come out, and the closest neighbor is down the road a good bit. Plenty of parking, and no one too close by to complain.
Walking into the small house, I see the party is already in full swing. At six-foot-two inches, I can easily see over the crowd. My immediate reaction is to scope the place for my piece of ass.
I see eight women I have recently hooked up with; two of whom are already en route to their approach. My reputation is that of a one-night-stand kind of man. Why they are even bothering to come over here is beyond me.
Damn, I make it clear in the morning: don’t call me because I won’t be calling you. Nothing personal. I just have my entire life ahead of me.
One day, I will find someone and settle down. For now, I want to enjoy myself and sow my wild oats without planting my seed. Safe sex, I laugh to myself, always wrap it up.
Brayden immediately takes off to Suzanne. Within minutes he’s already in a corner with Suzanne, his hand up her shirt while he swallows her face. They won’t make it back to our place. He will tap that ass in the bathroom in less than thirty minutes. She does have that sweet, innocent look to her when she comes up for air, though. Poor girl, Brayden will corrupt her and break her heart into a million pieces. Oh well, she’s a consenting adult.
These women and their misconception of changing a man make me laugh.
“Hey, Ryder,” a chick purrs up against me. How she knows my name, I don’t know. She is cute with shoulder-length, dark hair. She has this exotic thing going on with olive skin tones and deep chocolate eyes. Her shape is a little on the skinny side for my tastes, and her boobs are a tad small, but I can work with them. The green corset top, skinny jeans, and fuck-me heels scream she’s game to get down.
Yes, she will do for tonight. I can take her to a room and fuck her senseless with nothing on but those damn shoes.
“Good evenin’, sexy,” I croon, dropping my voice to a deep baritone.
I should ask her name; that would be the nice thing to do. Honestly, her name makes not one bit of difference to me, though. My name will be the one coming out of her plump lips in less than an hour and, well, to my dick, that’s what matters.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to me, tickling my hand up her back, testing the laces of the corset.
She automatically begins pushing up against me, her breasts swelling from her top with every breath she takes.
Putty in my fucking hands.
Leaning down to breathe hot against her ear, I whisper, “Beautiful, how ’bout I take you down the hall and we start this party right?” I’m close enough for her to sense my lips on her skin without actually touching them to her; ghost flutters of what I will give her if she goes with me.
Reaching under her hair, I give the back of her neck a small squeeze. Tilting my head just enough, I then brush my lips against the spot behind her ear, inhaling the scent of vanilla on her skin.
“Do you smell this good everywhere?” I tease my temptress. “I’m ready to find out if you taste as sweet as you smell.”
Here is how I see it. Women, the softer sex, the most beautiful creatures ever created … from the stick skinny to the plush curves, the blondes, brunettes, redheads, and even the bottled hair color of many shades, they are all a work of art. A woman’s body is a sculpture, a masterpiece that I want to freely roam my hands over every delectable inch of.
Women smell better, look better, walk better, and the sounds they make are pure seduction, especially when they don’t realize they are even doing it. I’m an equal opportunity fucker; I want to experience them all.
Led by the hand, I follow my companion down the hall to a free bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind us, I pull her to me and kiss her, not holding back. I part her lips with my tongue and invade her mouth while lacing my hands together behind her head, massaging her scalp with my fingertips as I devour every centimeter of her hot mouth.
She rocks her hips into me, wanting this. Then again, I have never been one to be rejected.
When she tugs at my shirt, I break away to remove it. She immediately teases my torso as she traces the lines of my abdominal muscles. I work out. I stay fit. I have nothing to be ashamed of where my body, or my bedroom skills, are concerned.
Trepidation suddenly radiates off her.
I pause, looking down at her, watching her face as she bites her bottom lip. Pulling back, I smile, waiting for a sign of her intentions as I continue to softly massage her scalp.
“You wanna stop, this stops,” I reassure her. I like pussy. I treasure it as the gift it is, and it’s one to be given, not taken.
When she moves to my belt buckle, I drop my hands from her head to her hips. Leaning in, I kiss her again as I work on the clasps on the back of her corset under the lacing. Feeling each one give as they slowly free her breasts is like slowly scratching off the winning numbers to a lottery ticket. My prize is coming soon.
Dropping my head to her exposed nipples, I lick a circle, following the line of her areola before I ever so gently blow on the sensitive skin. She shudders. Yep, putty in my hands.
“Ryder, you’re sexier than I imagined,” she moans as I back her to the bed with a laugh.
Laying her down, I remove those sexy as sin shoes while she unbuttons her pants. Then I stand back and watch in sheer satisfaction, blended with anticipation, as she slides them off, along with her panties. With her bare before me, I drink her in as I slide the heels back on her feet.
Kissing my way up her legs, I smile against her strip of hair. “The carpet matches the curtains. Hmm …” I let the vibrations of my voice tease her as I flick my tongue out to barely touch her outer pussy lips.
As I cup her ass, she spreads her legs wide for me, opening to me as her pussy glistens with her arousal. Yes, she wants me, and I plan to let her have me.
For tonight, that is.
Scooping her ass, I push her pussy to my face, licking between her lips and flicking my tongue against her clit. Her taste is sweet, and her body trembles at the first touch. So responsive; the shit men like me get off on time and time again.
I lick and suck her clit before moving my right hand to slide a finger inside. She instantly begins to rock against me, seeking her release. I can feel it building as I add another finger, her inner walls clenching tightly around me. Then I moan, the vibrations easily pushing her over the edge.
Riding her through the aftershocks, I slow my pace as she whispers my name.
Not a single sound is more erotic to my ears.
I pull away to remove my pants and roll on a condom. Then I position myself over her, kissing her neck while teasing her entrance with the head of my rock-hard cock before entering her slowly.
She gasps, and I immediately still. She’s tight, even for having an orgasm less than five minutes ago.
Knowing I have girth and length, I allow her a moment to adjust to my size as I feel her insides grip and release around me. Inflicting pain on my partner is not something I get off on.
Finally, after what feels like agonizing moments, but is merely seconds, she moves, taking me deeper. She lets me know she’s ready as she grips my ass, pushing me hard into her. That’s when I begin moving in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm.
I hold off my own orgasm as her body builds up again. It doesn’t take long before she is on the verge, tightening around my cock as her breath hitches. I quicken the pace, allowing myself to work toward my own release.
Vaguely, I hear her say, “Ryder, my name. Say my name.”
I pump faster, feeling the tingle up my spine.
Sucking her nipple hard, I send her over the edge just as my climax hits, filling the condom.
As we lie there, trying to get our breathing under control and I begin to pull out, I hear her again, “Say my name.”
Well, if this isn’t awkward …
Regardless, the chick needs to know the truth.
“I don’t know your name and really don’t need to. You got yours, honey. Twice. And I got mine. It was a good night.”
She immediately jumps up, scrambling to get dressed, tears on her face.
Rather than deal with the drama, I go to the adjoining bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.
If she wanted me to know her name so badly, maybe she should have clarified it before I put my dick in her. If she didn’t care to make sure I knew, I’m certainly not going to care to ask.
I know I’m an asshole. I’m young and free. One day, though, I know a woman will come along and tame me. One day, a woman will come crashing into my life and change every thought I have about women.
Until then, I’m going to enjoy every second and every curve I have along the way.