Chapter Seventeen
In silence, they walked through the parking lot, hands clasped, tension radiating in the space around them. Sophie had never been filled with such anticipation. Such mad excitement.
They reached his car and he walked around to the passenger’s side. She reached for the door but he grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and pushed her against the car.
His mouth was on her in an instant, hard and demanding and furious.
She went to wrap her hands around his neck, but he gripped her wrists and held them both against the car.
Their tongues clashed.
His head slanted, deepening the contact.
She moaned against his lips.
Straining to get closer.
Arching.
Moving.
Squirming.
Desperate for him.
He tore his mouth away and traveled down her neck. “Sophie. Fuck. Sophie.”
“Let me go.”
He released her wrists, and her hands were on him. Touching him everywhere. Pulling him closer. His fingers snaked up under her dress, gripping her leg and lifting her up. He bent at the knees, and finally he was exactly where she wanted him to be.
He bit her neck, swearing viciously before yanking her hair back and whispering in her ear, “We have to get in the car.”
She scraped her teeth along his jaw. “Okay, but only because we’re civil servants.”
He groaned, licked at the spot behind her ear. “Do you like the sound of that, my cock sliding into you in public?”
She jerked at the thought, pressing into his erection. “Yes. Maybe not the first time, but yes.”
“I’m going to give you everything you could ever want.” His breath was hot on her throat. “Get in the car before I lose what’s left of my willpower.”
She took a deep, steady breath and got in.
He jogged around the car, slid into the driver’s seat, and turned the engine on. He looked at her, shook his head a little, and then his jaw flexed. “Take your panties off.”
She didn’t even hesitate. She was too hot to protest. Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly, seductively, dragged her dress up her thighs, stopping just before he saw anything. She parted her legs. The fabric rode high and she tilted her hips.
He growled.
She smirked.
She shimmied until the scrap of lace she wore dangled off one high-heeled foot, which she raised to the dashboard to slip the panties off before dropping them onto his lap.
He looked at the underwear and said in a harsh voice, “That’s what you’ve been wearing all night?”
“Uh-huh.”
He looked ready to attack, and it thrilled her. Made her feel alive with power.
“For Bill?”
She shook her head. Even in her denial she knew. “For you.”
He reached over, dragged his fingers over her neckline, then tugged until her breasts spilled over the top. He ran his thumb over the front clasp of her bra before flicking it open and pulling her breasts free. She spilled over the top of her dress, and she looked hedonistic and wanton. Exactly how he made her feel.
He tugged at her nipple before rolling it.
As the sensation shot through her, she arched. She moved to drop her leg and he shook his head. “No. Stay like that.”
She relaxed back into position, her breath coming fast.
He played with her nipples until the skin puckered and she moaned, rocking her hips. “Lift your skirt and show me.”
She pulled the hem, exposing herself.
He leaned over and took one hard peak in his mouth, sucking it between his lips before laving it with his tongue.
She hissed, pressing her head back against the seat.
He released her and sat back. “Open your legs wider.”
She did, so she was spread obscenely.
He leaned against the driver’s seat door. “Touch yourself so I can see how wet you are.”
She licked her lips. “I’d rather you touch me. I’ve been touching myself since I met you.”
He emitted a feral noise. “If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop until you come, and you’re not coming until my cock’s inside you.”
“Ryder.” His name was urgent on her lips. She dipped her fingers between her legs, and she was so slippery she glided along swollen flesh. “I want you so bad.”
“Show me.”
She slid her fingers inside, rising to meet her hand before she pulled away. In the moonlight the evidence of her arousal shimmered.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, sucking her fingers into his mouth with a tight suction before he released her. He reached over and rolled her nipple, pinching and pulling until she moaned and squirmed in her seat.
Never in her life had she been this crazy with lust. She burned for him.
While he played he said, “Later, after I’ve fucked you enough times to see straight, I’m going to tie you to the bed and see if I can make you come from playing with your nipples. I’ll make sure you’re spread-eagled because I don’t want any friction to help you get off. How does that sound?”
Liked she’d died and gone to heaven. Or hell. She wasn’t sure which, she just knew she was in ecstasy. She managed to pant out, “Ryder.”
“What, darlin’?”
“Take me home.”
His gaze flashed. “You stay sitting like that the whole way.”
Oh God, she was ready. Ready to fall. Ready to surrender. This was going to be the best night ever.
* * *
Ryder had no idea how he managed to stay on the road with Sophie sitting like that. Wanton and on display. Wet and aching for him. He drove down the highway and glanced over at her. “Play with your pussy.”
She groaned and slipped her fingers between her legs, lightly stroking the flesh.
He gritted his teeth. “That’s right, keep it nice and light, baby.”
She circled over her clit, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She had the prettiest nipples, stained pink, and he couldn’t resist reaching for her and rubbing the hard buds, matching her rhythm.
Eyes closed, her head lolled back as she moaned.
“Don’t come, Soph. Whatever you do, don’t come.”
She cried out. “You have to stop that.”
“No.” He plucked at her, his cock pulsing as he kept one eye on the road and the other on her. “When you get too close, stop until you’re calm enough to start back up.”
He’d always liked control in the bedroom, a trait he’d held back and kept in check, but Sophie made him want to push it, push her.
She jerked back her fingers and, like lightning, she gripped his wrist as he still toyed with her. “You’re going to push me over the edge.”
He dropped his hand, once again taking her fingers in his mouth and licking her clean. She tasted like he’d imagined, sweet, wild, and addictive.
He released her and said, “Again.”
She started to stroke again. “Ryder, you’re killing me.”
“Good. Because when we get home, there’s going to be no preamble. I’m just going to fuck you on the first available surface.”
She jerked her hand away.
He gave her thirty seconds to calm down, then ordered, “Again.”
She made a whimpering noise that made his cock impossibly harder and did as she was told.
And he made her repeat it over and over again the entire ride home, until she was panting and squirming in her seat, unable to touch for more than a few seconds without going over.
He roared into the driveway, turned off the motor, and was out of the car like an Olympic sprinter. He jogged around, and by the time he reached her, she was out of the door. He slammed her against the car, his mouth on hers before she could even shut it.
She was crazed, and he was right there with her. He fisted her hair and kissed her like he was dying for her, which wasn’t far from the truth.
She made small, needy noises, tearing at his belt, and unfastened it with hurried fingers, pulling her mouth away long enough to say, “I want your cock.”
Frantic fingers fought with his zipper, and when he sprang free, his erection slid against her wetness. He cursed out the filthiest, most wicked things.
She gripped his cock, positioned it at her entrance, and said, “Please. Fuck me.”
He growled.
She was so perfect.
He gripped her hip, raised her leg, and thrust along her slick opening.
She cried out and he clenched his jaw, fumbling in his pocket to pull out a condom while still kissing her. Somehow, by the grace of God, he managed to sheath himself.
He bent. Lifting her up and holding her steady against the car, he impaled her wet, tight heat.
With no finesse, he pounded into her.
But it wasn’t enough.
He needed deeper. With a feral sound, he pulled out and whipped her around, tumbling them to the grass in one jerky movement, before slamming back into her.
Her neck arched. “Ryder.”
“Christ I’ve never felt anything as good as you.” His words were a snarl.
Her nails raked down his back, digging into his skin.
He pounded into her. Harder and faster, with a determination that made his vision blur. His whole world narrowed down to how she felt clasped around him.
Her body quickened. Her legs clenched around his hips.
He took her harder, leaning down and saying in her ear, “I want to feel you come on my cock. I’ve been waiting for it since the second I saw you.”
Her hips moved wildly. There was no choreographing here, no skill; no, this was just primal, animalistic sex. A claiming, so he called it what it was.
“Your pussy is mine.” He bit her neck. “You’re mine.”
She jerked and seized and convulsed around him. He growled, losing himself in her body, in her taste, in the grip of her legs and pierce of her nails on his skin. He came in a blinding, heart-stopping rush that consumed his entire body, shuddering through him as he emptied inside her.
The aftershocks still racing through his blood, he collapsed on top of her in a heap.
Hearts pounding, breath panting, they stayed like that for God knew how long, until reality finally drifted back and he realized he must be crushing her. He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him so she sprawled on top of his chest. He blinked up at the sky.
A million stars twinkled in the inky blackness, and he ran his fingers up and down her spine. “We’re on the ground.”
She laughed. “I know.”
“That was . . .” He trailed off, not knowing the words to adequately describe it.
She propped her arms on him and rested her chin on her hands to peer at him. “That was . . .”
“The best ever.”
“Times a thousand.”
He chuckled. “I think you’re underselling it.”
Lips swollen, she smiled at him and stole his very breath. He put an arm behind his head to prop it up and see her better. Her hair was a tumble around her shoulders, and he pushed it back with his fingers. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Her smile grew. “Thank you.”
“I am going to do filthy things to you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.” He rubbed his thumb in the indentation at the back of her neck. “I think you should know my goal is to ruin you for anyone else.”
She grinned. “Same.”
Christ. By the time they were through, she was going to own him.
Maybe she already did.