Broken (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 3) (6 page)

He stepped back, and undid his own pants, pushing them down to free his eager cock. I bit my lip as memories of how amazing he felt inside of me flooded my mind. I wanted him now.
Needed
him.

I lifted my finger, and beckoned him to come closer. But, stubborn as always, he ignored my request and stood back, stroking his cock, turning me on even more. Fine. If he wouldn’t come to me, then I would go to him. I sat up and began to slide off the table when he shook his finger back and forth.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “I want to look at you.”

His eyes roamed over me, and I could see him salivating at the thought of devouring the thing he wanted most. It was hot, intense, and made me so wet I practically dripped with anticipation.

I was wound tight, and incredibly frantic for release. I needed his touch. I needed his hands on me, but I knew he wouldn’t give it to me yet. I’d have to drive him crazy first until he couldn’t wait any longer.

I reached up, and unsnapped my bra, letting the cups fall away slowly. Ryder stroked his cock harder and faster at the sight of my bared breasts. I dragged my hands across my body, and closing my eyes, as my fingers made their way to my newly freed breasts. I pinched my nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. A moan fell from my mouth, and I slid my teeth over my bottom lip.

“God, baby, you’re killing me.”

I opened my eyes, and gave him a wicked grin, never stopping my hands. “Then come here.”

“But I’m enjoying the view.”

“Are you now?” I pulled at one nipple, pain mixing with pleasure.

He nodded, continuing to caress his big hard cock as he stared longingly. 

“What about if I did this?” I trailed my hand down my stomach until I reached my panties, pulling them aside to reveal my slick folds.

He growled and I lifted my legs, running my hand from my calf to my thigh. I curled my thumb around the thin band, and trailed it over my hips and down to my feet. I unhooked the thin material from my toe, and let them fall to the floor.

I dragged my hand across my taut nipples, and back down my stomach, sliding down to my sex. My finger parted the flesh there, and circled my clit. My body arched at the intensity. 

Ryder inhaled deeply, his pupils dilating at my actions. “Are you wet?”

“So wet,” I moaned, and slipped a finger into the wetness, plunging it in and out.

“Does it feel good?” he growled, stroking faster now.

“Yes, but it would feel better if...” Pleasure shot through me, and my body arched again, cutting off my words. One hand continued rolling my nipples, pinching the tight buds as the other moved to circle my clit, the wetness only pushing me higher.

“If what?”

Instead of words, I whimpered, too worked up to get even a syllable out.

Ryder moved toward me, his hand resting on my thigh. I pushed my body into his touch. Needing it, craving it.

“If what, baby? Tell me.”

I grabbed his hand, and urged it toward my dripping pussy. His finger grazed my folds, but he pulled away, denying us both the pleasure we sought. “I want you to tell me. What would feel better?”

“You.”

“I need more than that,” he teased, his fingers so close to where I craved

“Please, Ryder,” I begged. “I need your fingers in my pussy. Now.” As soon as the words tumbled from my lips he plunged two fingers inside of me, causing me to scream out.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured hot against my ear as he curled his fingers, sending me spiraling toward the edge.

“Yes!” I screamed as his fingers pumped in and out of me.

He bent down, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping, making me latch onto his hair. Sweet, hot ecstasy flooded me, consuming every inch, every single ounce, and I held him closer.

“That’s right, baby. Hold on,” he urged, just as his fingers slipped out, and he plunged his hardness into me. My nails dug into his back as he slid his hands under me, and brought me up against his chest.

We moved together, a perfect rhythm, and completely in sync, as if we were becoming one. His forehead rested against mine, and he reached up, taking my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes, and it was like a portal to our past. Every emotion I locked away came pouring back into me.

His grip on my face tightened. His thrusts went from languid and erotic to brisk and carnal. I knew he felt it too. I held his gaze for as long as I could before my lips yearned for contact. I crushed my mouth to his, savoring every touch and every shiver. His tongue swiped lovingly at my crease and I parted, tangling us in a familiar dance.

A moan rumbled up my throat, and I threw my head back, letting the pleasure over take me. Devour me. Ryder dragged a line of ferocious kisses down my neck before tracing his tongue along my collarbone, completely consuming me in his delicious assault.

I was on the brink, teetering on the sharp edge. My clasp on Ryder’s shoulders tightened. He reached down, and massaged my swollen clit, pushing me over that edge. Moans poured from me, as Ryder rode out my orgasm, and succumbed to his own.

My body shuddered against his, and he held me close until we both came down from our sex-induced haze.

He pulled away, taking my face back in his hands, and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“I think we just made up for five years,” I sighed.

He shook his head and smiled. “Not even close.”

THIRTEEN

SAWYER

Ryder and I moved to my bedroom, snuggling under the covers. I rested my head on his chest as he traced circles on my bare shoulder.

He pushed my hair off my forehead, stroking it lovingly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

All the emotions I’d been trying to escape from flooded into me, and a tear slid down my cheek, landing on his skin.

“Hey. Look at me.”

I did as he asked, and he gave me a smile. The same smile he only ever used on me. I wondered how many girls had seen it since?

“Don’t cry.”

“I left you. I don’t even know how you can look at me right now.” I tried to turn away, but he held me steady.

“It’s easy. I know how it feels to lose you, and I never want to feel that again.” He leaned toward me, touching his lips to mine, next pulled back, and kissed my nose. “I don’t care about the past. All I care about is right now.”

I nodded. “I like that.”

His finger stroked my cheek, and I never wanted to leave this spot. For the first time in a very long time, I felt complete.

My cell rang, and I slumped against Ryder. “Of course.”

“Don’t answer it,” he whispered against my ear, slipping his hand under the cover, and pinching my nipple between his fingers.

I squealed then gave him a kiss on the lips before rolling over. “It might be the hospital,” I reminded him.

“Good point.”

I looked down at the screen, and Cruz’s name flashed. “Where the fuck have you been?” I yelled into the phone.

“Sawyer?” His voice was frantic, and I could hear the terror in his tone.

I sat straight up. “Cruz, what is it?” My hand shook, and my heart raced, knowing something was wrong.

Ryder sat up beside me, concern pulling at the corner of his eyes.

“Cruz, talk to me. What is it?”

“Sawyer,” Cruz whispered. “I need help.” 

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