Isla
“W… what are you doing?” I stared down at him bleary-eyed.
My legs were still shaking, tears welling in my eyes from the overwhelming orgasm rolling through me when I felt huge hands easily spreading my thighs wide.
“Just a taste,” he choked out, like he was trying to convince himself more than anything else.
Unable to understand what he was muttering to himself, I closed my eyes with a sigh, drowsy.
I should probably head to my bed, any minute now, once my legs remember how to function…
“Ryder,” I choked out, wide-eyed, when I felt his warm, wet tongue running up and down the slit of my pussy.
He looked up at me.
“You said you’d teach me how to touch myself,” Lost for words, that was the excuse I found myself grappling with.
“Just let me taste you one more time.
Make sure this isn’t a dream.”
The desire in his voice made me choke on nothing.
The expression on his face, the depravity in his eyes and the need in his voice was going to live rent free in my head for a long time.
It was going to outlive this night, probably outlive his existence in my life.
Thinking about it made my chest hurt.
Exhaustion forgotten, I fisted the covers, squirming against him while biting back a moan as he thrusted his devious tongue inside me.
“Ryder,” I gasped when he ran his tongue over me again, stopping at my clit and then working it; sucking and circling with precision that made me dizzy.
I was out of control, unable to think as I threw my legs over his shoulders.
I couldn’t help it; he felt so fucking good.
When he moaned against my clit, the vibration caused me to cry out and before I knew it, my hand was on the back of his neck.
He responded by increasing the pressure on my clit and then thrusting a finger inside of me.
It felt like retaliation.
“Ryder!” It was a sob.
“You’re so damn soaked,” he said.
“Mmm… I think you can take more.”
He added a second finger, stretching me.
I cried out while he fucked me with them, pumping in slowly.
The wet sound filled the room.
My lips parted and a curse spilled out, “Fuck…” I cried out.
He laughed, it was dark and cruel.
“I think I’ve broken Ms.
Prim and proper,” then he attached his mouth against my pussy and licked my clit while his fingers inside of me picked up their pace.
It was an out-of-body experience.
For a second, I felt nothing, heard nothing, completely numb, then I felt too much.
My toes curled while my clit pulsed around his tongue.
I could feel myself dripping, embarrassingly wet as wave after wave of pleasure unraveled at my core.
Ryder’s lips were insistent still, ravenous even.
I writhed against him, digging my heels into his back.
With his free hand, he pinned one of my thighs open against the bed, still sucking and finger fucking me until I was thrashing and shaking my head, overstimulated.
“Ryder…” my legs were limp.
They were never going to remember how to function at this rate.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Sorry,” he placed a kiss against my pussy, whispering to it, “You just taste too fucking good,”
When he pulled himself up, his lips were glistening and there was a gleam in his eyes; a genuine smile tilting his lips that made me sigh.
He was so beautiful, it was a health hazard.
Then he dragged my lower lip through his teeth before groaning, “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered against my lips, his head resting on mine.
Then he closed his eyes and sighed.
“But I think I should let you sleep
“Maybe,” I whispered, breathing him in.
I heard the smile in his voice, even as I felt his lips on my forehead, “Sleep Isla.”
And in seconds, my eyes grew so heavy that no amount of willpower could have kept them open even as I felt Ryder moving so that he was sideways, his front to my back.
We were cuddling; spooning and it didn’t feel ludicrous.
***
I woke up the next morning alone.
Ryder had replaced my mom’s queen size bed with a California King so I rolled to the other end, adjusting my position so I was sprawled on the luxurious extra-long mattress, eyes still half-lidded with sleep.
I waited for the freight of shame that was supposed to come with what I’d done the day before—the things I’d done, the things that had been done to me—now that I was forced to face myself in the harsh glare of daylight.
But I felt nothing.
Just a slight ache between my legs as I sat up on the bed.
I left the room and when I turned to close the door behind me, I noticed a sticky note attached to the handle.
Went camping.
His handwriting were long strokes; sharp and precise even though somehow, I could tell that he had written the note as an after thought.
He had told me last night about the camping trip and how scared he was to go since he was now off his suppressants and even though I’d assured him that nothing could go wrong, I now found myself apprehensive.
I debated internally before dropping the idea of texting him, assuring myself that everything would be just fine.
I folded the note and with a smile playing on my lips, I headed to my room and immediately hopped into the shower.
I was conditioning my hair when I noticed the red spot on top of my breast and a glance at the mirror revealed yet another hickey placed at the crook of my neck.
I knew that I was supposed to feel something rather than the ridiculous warmness of my cheeks.
For instance anger.
This was an affair.
A secret.
And yet leaving such a mark on my skin where anybody could see it if I messed up even for a second was too risky.
Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to think logically as I brushed my fingers across the mark, almost reverently.
It seems like not only Ryder needed reassuring that last night had not been a dream.
It took a while for me to remember how to go about my day normally.
Breakfast was coffee, toasted bread, and scrambled eggs.
I’d even fixed a plate for Ryder before remembering that he was not home.
I got a message from Amy while I was eating.
She had asked me, yesterday evening on my way back from the pack house, if I was free to hang out with her today, and I’d said yes without thinking twice.
Amy: I went to the pack house this morning and was able to grab Alpha Reid’s card on your behalf.
You’re welcome and we’re going shopping!
Now, I think about it, I should have thought twice.