Ryder
“You won’t,” And although the moon goddess had a cruel streak, I doubt she was heartless enough to saddle someone with me as their fate.
“Do you have anything else you want to add?” I asked moving on from the conversation.
I hated remembering that he was the sole reason why any of this was even happening.
She glanced at me unsure, “I…” she shook her head.
“That’s all.”
I sat up, facing her.
“You can tell me,” I coaxed.
Her face turned a shade of red, “It is stupid, really…”
I pushed her hair from her face and leaned in, “Now I want to hear it.”
“I…” she shrugged.
“Can you not bring any of your hookups back here?
I mean,” she shifted, “I know it’s silly, but regardless of the fact that our arrangement with them is just sex, seeing you with them would make me feel like you’re cheating on them with me… I mean it’s silly and I know you have never dated and now I’ve said it aloud I should have just kept quiet—”
I cut her off, gripping her chin and closing the space between our lips.
My hand slipped into her hair, tightening, tugging it in the right direction so that the slant of my face against hers was nothing short of perfect.
She curled her hand on my shirt, perhaps for balance, perhaps to slow me down.
“Ryder, you didn’t answer…”
“Yes,” I replied against her lips.
I’d have said yes to anything.
My hands were everywhere but I groaned when I only touched fabric.
She had replaced her torn shirt with my t-shirt and she still had her skirt on.
“Remove it,” I demanded.
She ducked her head shyly before shaking it.
“It wasn’t a request.” I palmed her breast through the t-shirt, my lips now on the curve of her neck, “Remember, I own you now.”
She averted her eyes, blushing furiously when she pulled the t-shirt over her head but when she started to take her sweet time with the zipper of her skirt, I pushed her hand off and deftly dragged it down.
She lifted her hips from the bed and I quickly discarded the material.
She was only in white panties and her long hair was down partly covering her pale pink tits that were hanging free and full against her pale skin.
“You’ve terrible taste in men.” I admitted against her lips as I pinned her underneath me and took one of her peaked nipples into my mouth, lapping at it.
“What are you fucking with trash for?
First that dickhead, now me.” She turned her head away from me, silently disagreeing even as I slid over her wet panties and cupped her, rubbing against her little pussy.
“Pretty little thing like you…”
Her hips jerked off the bed, a moan escaping her as I worked a teasing circle over her clit.
“Touched yourself before?” I whispered against her lips even as she started to roll her hips against my fingers, her knees falling open, wider.
“I don’t know…” she panted, even as I repeated the torture, tracing her entrance without pushing in, again and again.
“It is a yes or no question, baby,” My hand is dripping with her wetness and her lips are slightly parted as she watched me through lowered lids.
She whimpered, a sob falling from her lips as she met my eyes.
“Please,”
“Your pussy is so soft and wet.
I bet you know, you must have touched it,” I coaxed looking at her face.
“It must have tried to suck in your fingers too, didn’t it?”
“Once,” she admitted, sighing breathlessly.
“It felt wrong.
It didn’t feel like this.”
I pushed one of my fingers into her.
“No, it certainly didn’t feel like this,” she cried out, her hips shooting off the bed.
One corner of my lips lifted, “How about I teach you how to pet your pussy nicely?”
“N…no,” I increased the pace of my finger, even as her greedy slippery pussy tried to suck it in deeper.
“I shou… say… no,”
“Say yes.
It’s more fun,” I coaxed, adding a second finger, making her claw at the covers, her hips writhing against the bed.
She’s tight, hot and so so wet, “Listen to how wet you are,” I rasped into her ears as I pumped two of my fingers in her.
“Your little pussy wants you to say yes too.
She loves fingers.”
She shook her head but I always played to win.
I curled my fingers inside of her, working her faster and faster.
“Say yes,” I demanded.
She was so close, I bet she could taste it, “Should I stop?”
Her eyes flew open, her voice was breathless.
“Yes… I mean no…” her eyes glisten with unshed tears, “please don’t stop.
I’d touch myself….
I’d do anything,”
I grinned.
“Now that’s good behavior,” And good behavior should always be rewarded, I thought as my thumb found her clit.
She exploded, pulsing around my fingers, her legs shaking even as tears welled in her eyes as the orgasm rolled over her.
I removed my fingers from her perfect pussy and tasted her.
She tasted better than every of my fantasies put together and my fantasies were madness.
Now I was a glutton: I wanted more.