Wilde Ride (6 page)
“I don’t care. We are so not sleeping in the same bed,” I say, sounding panicky.
“It’s my bed, sunshine. If I wanna sleep in it, I’m gonna. Relax. I’m not gonna try anything with you. Just sleep. I promise.”
“Okay, I guess,” I say, through a sigh.
I put my eReader on the night stand and turn of the light. I roll to my side with my back towards Ryder.
“Night, baby,” he says, rolling over, grabbing my chin and shifting my face towards him. He plants one heck of a kiss on my lips. Then he lets me go and rolls, so we’re back to back again.
“Good night, Ryder.”
There’s a little movement in the bed and I hear what sounds like fabric falling to the floor. I tense up. Um, what was that?
I lay next to him feeling his body heat for what seems like forever. Eventually, his breathing slows and he snores lightly. I roll over to face him. Damn! He even looks sexy snoring!
I look down and notice the sheet covering him up to his waist, showcasing his hard, muscled chest and six pack abs. I lift up the sheet out of curiosity, and discover Ryder’s sleeping in the buff. OMG!! That was his boxers falling to the floor. He’s also packing some serious hardware, he’s huge!
Here I thought the day was long. The night was going to be even longer.
Plan B
I take a look at the alarm clock on the night stand. The display reads 1:32 am.
Come on, Ella! Go to sleep! You are going to be so tired tomorrow morning. What is wrong with you? Oh yeah, you’re lying in a bed with a sexy, naked, tattooed Ryder. No wonder you can’t get to sleep.
I slowly get out of bed and grab my pillow. As I’m making my way to the door, my big toe comes in contact with the corner of the dresser.
“Motherfu…!” I cover my mouth, mid-word. Shit! I hope I didn’t wake him. I stand still and listen. Ryder’s still snoring, so it’s all good. I open the door and step out into the hallway. Gently closing the door, I turn and search for the linen closet to find a blanket.
Once I get a blanket, I go into the living room and make my bed on the sofa. I don’t know what Ryder’s complaining about, but as far as sofas go, this one is pretty darn comfortable. I can finally relax. Before I know it, I’m out for the night. Or so I think.
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Brrrrr. “Why is it so cold?” I say out loud, waking myself up. I realize the blanket is nowhere to be found. The room is still almost pitch black, so it must still be night time.
“Babe, what the fuck are you doin?” he asks angrily, startling me.
“Ryder! You scared the bejesus out of me! I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to come out here so I wouldn’t disturb you.”
His voice softens when he replies, “Come back to bed, baby.” I shake my head no, but realize he probably can’t see this action.
“No, I can’t sleep with you lying next to me. It’s too damn distracting.” He quietly laughs, as I say this. “Do you always sleep in the nude?” I add.
“Yup, I don’t like to wear underwear, period. I always go commando, but I put on boxers tonight before gettin’ in bed with you, just so I wouldn’t freak you the fuck out,” he answers.
I wonder if he’s put his boxers back on, so I ask him straight up, “Are you still naked?”
He chuckles and says, “Yup.”
Goddamn it! He’s standing next to me, not wearing a thing. Great! Not only am I totally awake, but I’m aroused now too.
“What time is it? I’m going to be exhausted tomorrow.”
“It’s only two o’clock. You still have loads of time for sleep.”
“Yeah, but I’m wide awake. There’s no way I’m getting back to sleep now,” I sigh, as I start sitting up.
“Oh, I think I can come up with something that will tire you out and make you sleep again,” he says, as he moves closer.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I ask, tensing up.
“Plan B,” he answers with.
I swallow. Oh my God! My body is suddenly on fire as I can feel a full body blush hit me. Within seconds, he is kneeling on the floor with his body situated between my thighs. His hands are on my hips with his fingertips tracing the lacy edge of my boy shorts.
Uh-Oh, I think I’m in trouble.
“Arms up,” he orders.
I’m thinking there’s no way he’s getting me naked tonight. He’ll see my scars and I’ll probably scare him away. Wait a minute. It’s really dark in here, there’s no way he can see anything. That’s when I hear him leaning towards the lamp on the end table.
I grab his arm and yell, “No!” I then calmly say, “I mean I’m a little nervous right now. Could you leave the light off, please?”
“Sure, only this time, baby. Next time I wanna see everything.”
“Okay,” I whimper, releasing my grip on his arm.
My arms go up and the minute they do, I feel Ryder grab my tank top by the bottom edge and lift it up and over my head. He then throws it behind the couch. I feel one of his fingers trail from the hollow of my throat to between my breasts, ending at my belly button. Then it drops further and traces the edge of my panties between my pussy and thigh.
He exhales slowly and says, “I wanna put my mouth on you, Ella.”
“Okay,” I reply, before he even finishes saying my name.
I feel a tug on my panties and then a ripping sound and they’re gone. OMG! He just ripped my panties off! I bite my lip and moan. God, he’s got me so aroused, I’m soaking wet between my legs.
Ryder’s lips are suddenly on mine and he softly nibbles on my lower lip, tugging it from between my teeth. He then follows the same trail with his mouth that he made with his finger earlier.
Licking my belly button, I hear him say, “Move your ass to the edge of the sofa.”
His hands are at my hips helping me move to the right position. I feel both of his rough hands on the inside of my thighs. He quickly, but gently pushes them further apart.
I hear a growl and then, “God, I can smell how aroused you are.”
“Shut up. You cannot!” I yell, totally humiliated.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s a total fuckin’ turn on.”
“Oh, okay.”
He proceeds kissing further down my lower body. He’s totally going to go down on me. Reacting to his actions, my body tenses up. Sensing my unease, he stops what he is doing.
Please don’t stop
, I think to myself. I try to relax my body so that he’ll keep going, but he doesn’t move a muscle.
I’m not Catholic or anything, but I’m so turned on at this point I will do a million Hail Mary’s to make sure this happens. I can’t wait to see what kind of magic his mouth can do down there.
Thank God he decides to continue because I feel his hot breath between my legs. He then places hungry kisses at the juncture between my pussy and thigh. Oh God, he better hurry up or I swear I will come from just that alone.
With the first swipe of his hot tongue, my prayers are answered. He is the David Copperfield of oral sex. I hope he doesn’t make anything disappear. That would be a crying shame. He spreads the lips of my sex with his fingers and then continues his assault with his tongue. His thumb slowly circles my clit and within seconds he has me climaxing against his tongue.
“Oh Sweet Jesus, David Copperfield!” I cry out, breathing harshly.
He immediately stops what he is doing and says, “What?”
“Don’t ask, I’m not even sure what I just said,” I giggle out. Ryder laughs along with me.
“You taste amazin’, babe, so fuckin’ sweet.”
He moves and gets up on the sofa, hauling me on top of him. He gently strokes my back from the nape of my neck to my tailbone. God, I just came and now he’s turning me on again by stroking my back.
I sit up quickly and straddle his thighs. Even the course hair on his legs brushing on the inside of my thighs turns me on. What doesn’t turn me on about this man?
Feeling him grow harder against the inside of my thigh, I know I have to taste him too.
“Can I, um you know, on you?” I ask shyly.
“Seriously, you gotta ask that question? Get to it, babe.”
“I’ve never actually done it before, so maybe you could give me some tips.”
“Oh, I’ll give you a tip alright,” he chuckles.
I softly slap him on the chest. “You know what I mean.”
“Baby, I’m sure anything you do with your mouth on my dick will feel awesome. Just be careful of your teeth.”
I lean forward and lick his left nipple until it comes to a hard peak. Then I focus the same attention on the other nipple. He arches his back, so I figure he must like it.
I trail my tongue down his chest and abdomen and I keep heading down until I hit the mother lode. Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft I lower my mouth and lick the head, like you would an ice cream cone. Ryder moans in approval.
“Suck it, beautiful,” he orders. Where to begin?
I slowly suck his dick in my mouth. At first, I only suck on the head, but Ryder gently grabs my hair in his hands and thrusts his hips slowly upwards. This action takes him to the back of my throat. This is it? I thought I’d gag for sure. Not me, G.I. Jane. I’m a trooper. I continue to swallow his cock, until his thrusts become aggressive and I’m not sure, but I think I hear him growl.
“Baby, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth,” he moans, and I can feel him arching his back again.
I mumble a “Yes” around his shaft and grip his thighs, pulling him towards me.
With my signs of approval he shouts out, “Shit! The vibrations from your throat feel un-fuckin-believable!” A few seconds later, I feel his salty release hit the back of my throat and I instinctively swallow.
Sitting up shortly after, I have a huge grin on my face. I just gave my first blow job. I feel like doing a little dance. God, I’m so corny.
“Ella, your mouth felt insane on my cock. You’re a natural ‘cause that was the best blow job ever.” I can’t help but feel a little pride in myself.
Slut!
I laugh inside my head.
Ryder moves me off of him and then gets off the couch. What? Where is he going? He’s not going to just up and leave me after we just had oral sex. I start getting pissed off at him.
Asshole!
As my eyes have adjusted a little bit to the darkness, I watch him walk behind the sofa and pick up my tank top. I take that back, he’s not an asshole. He picks up my underwear too and walks back around to the front of the sofa. He looks down at them for a minute and laughs.
Handing me my tank top, he says, “The good news is your tank top survived. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your underwear didn’t make it.” He laughs again.
“That’s okay. They were pretty, but I’ve got a lot more to replace them.” He walks to the kitchen and dumps them in the garbage can as I am pulling my tank top back on.
He comes back to the living room, nabs my pillow and lifts me off of the couch, heading down the hallway to his bedroom. Setting me on my feet, I get a fresh pair of underwear and put them on. I feel so sated and tired that I crawl into the bed and lie down. I’m not aware of anything else until the alarm buzzes at six o’clock in the morning.
Oatmeal
I reach over trying to turn off the alarm clock. What button turns off this damn thing?! Finally hitting the right button, the alarm goes silent, that’s when I feel a hard, warm arm curl around my waist and haul me backwards.
“I wish you didn’t have to go to work, babe. I love feelin’ your hot little body against mine.”
Oh. My. God.
“I’ve got to get ready for work Ryder. I’m not my own boss like you are. I’m pretty sure the school board would frown upon me not showing up for work,” I say, trying to get out of his hold. God, but what I wouldn’t give to play hooky and stay in this warm bed with him all day long.
“I know that, babe. Just sayin’,” he playfully swats at my ass, when I finally free myself from his grasp.
I grab my clothes for the day and head towards the bathroom, when I hear him say, “Need some help gettin’ soaped up, babe?”
I freeze, hoping I can get myself out of this situation. If he sees me in the shower naked in broad daylight, he’ll definitely see my scars. That cannot happen.
“Um. I really need to get ready for work Ryder, and I’m pretty sure that if you were to join me in the shower, we’d get distracted and I’d be late for work.”
He grins and says, “Most definitely.”
“Most definitely not going to happen,” I shoot back.
“Okay, Ella. Go get your shower. I’ll get breakfast.”
I quickly shower and get dressed. While I am almost finished blow drying my hair I hear a knock at the door. Shutting off the hair dryer, I ask, “Yeah?”
“Open up, babe. I got you some coffee.” Aw. It’s sweet Ryder.
I open the door to find Ryder wearing just his boxers and holding a mug of coffee towards me. Oh God, I need my fix of Ryder this morning, not caffeine. I take the mug from him and take a sip while his eyes are on me.