Rough Ryder Page 9

  He took a breath, enjoying the sight of Brooke under him, her big, beautiful eyes looking up into his as he used his knees to part her thighs, used his hips to position his cock at her tight little pussy, and pushed himself in, slowly, slowly.

  Her wet pussy lips suctioned onto his shaft as he slid into her, hot and slick, she tipped her hips to accommodate his size inside her.

  “I like this.” She whispered the words as she ran her fingers through his hair, then down his back, stopping to press her palms on his ribs. “I like this traditional side of you.”

  He gave a quick laugh. Most women found this a little too intimate, but not Brooke. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him loosely, her calves resting on his buttocks.

  They moved in tandem, coming together in slow, slick pulses of his shaft inside her, him drawing his length out only to start over, the feel of her around him too perfect, too addicting. He bent his head to suckle at her nipples

  She played with his hair, kissing his head in quiet intimacy.

  “Sweet Brooke.” Slow-motion flashes of heat puddled around his groin, spreading their way up along his back, through his extremities, and finally circling inside his head to send him so close to the edge, he thought he might go off that second.

  Too late, he remembered her suggestion to not use each other’s names. But this intense pull he felt for her, right this moment, he had to use her name. He didn’t want to use an endearment like he usually did with women, which had always been his way of creating that impersonal barrier between them. This was Brooke.

  Slipping his hand between their bodies, he found her clit. With a quick breath, she stiffened, and he took her lips with his, kissing her with wild strokes of his tongue, matching the movement of his play on her clit, and the quick pulses of his cock inside her.

  She bit his lip lightly and cried out as he let go, jumping over the edge of the stage into an abyss of flashing lights, primal screams, and pinpricks on every inch of his skin. His body imploded, his blood whirring through his veins, hot and wild as his mind flashed decadent pictures of the beautiful woman under him. On and on it went until he forgot to breathe. When his balls had emptied and his hips no longer craved the wild bucking motion, he sucked in a breath and opened his eyes to see tears in hers.

  Oh shit, what had he done.

  She caressed his cheek. “I never imagined, Ryder.” She shook her head. “Never.”

  He frowned. “What?”

  She stiffened. “What you just…” She glanced away. “It was just unexpected, that’s all.”

  He rolled onto his side, pulling her with him and holding her close. Had he overwhelmed her with the powerful familiarity of the position? That had to be it. “It’s just plain old missionary, but sometimes, it can get intense.”

  She sighed. “You’re right. I wasn’t expecting it.” Kissing his chest, she snuggled closer.

  They stayed that way for a long time, kissing, brushing light touches over each other, rubbing bare skin against bare skin.

  “Ryder?”

  “Yep?”

  “I have one request.”

  “Uh huh?” He’d do just about anything for her. He couldn’t get enough of holding her tight like this, sharing the intimacy after one of the best orgasms, the best sex, he’d ever had. “What is it, cutie?”

  “Could we get room service?” She looked up into his eyes. “I was too nervous to eat today.” Her stomach rumbled.

  He laughed. “Hell, yeah. We gotta keep up our strength. It’s gonna be a long night.”

  Chapter Ten

  After their meal of burgers and fries, Ryder led Brooke into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, letting all five showerheads beat down on them as he kissed her breathless. Using the fancy bar of soap, he slicked down her soft skin and rinsed her off, tasting and nibbling on her as he went.

  She seemed a little different, a little more introspective, since he’d made love to her face-to-face. Did she feel the connection between them the same way he did? Whatever he’d been feeling for her the last few weeks, tonight it surrounded him, confusing the shit out of him. She seemed like she could read people pretty easily. Was she just picking up on his uncertainty?

  Pretty soon it’d be morning, and life would get back to the way it was supposed to be. Somehow, the thought didn’t fill him with relief, the way it usually did. He’d be staying in town for a country music awards show, and hanging out with Chase and Steele while their women skipped the event and did…whatever women did on their free nights in a big city.

  He turned her to rinse the conditioner out of her long, thick hair. It looked more red than blonde when it was wet. “Beautiful.” Every part of her. More so than he’d ever noticed.

  She turned. “You’re pretty…pretty yourself, cowboy.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, running her hands over his butt. Then she knelt.

  Immediately, his cock filled from half-mast to full-on-hard.

  “Mmmm. It’s nice to be appreciated.” She spoke with her lips brushing the tip of his shaft, her eyes looking up into his, so trusting and happy.

  Water sluiced down his body, tingling on nerve endings that buzzed in anticipation of her next move.

  She didn’t tease him, just wrapped her hands around his shaft and sucked him deep inside.

  He braced his hands on two shower walls and gave himself over to the pleasure she promised.

  She hummed around him, sending vibrations along his cock and through his groin. One hand snuck between his legs to cup his balls as she hummed and sucked, using her hand at his base to twist and squeeze.

  He couldn’t remember a blow job this wickedly perfect. Her touch on his skin, her tongue playing along his length, the humming intensifying every damn thing. He couldn’t come this quick…he dug his nails into the stone beneath his fingers and gritted his teeth. He had to hold on.

  Then she used her teeth.

  “Fuck!” His body overrode his brain as she scraped her teeth along the length of him. His mind kicked like a mule and plunged him into darkness. His balls tightened in her hand and she pulled them away from his body, making the pleasure increase like a pressure cooker about to explode.

  She sucked harder, moved faster, and hummed like a professional singer.

  His body emptied of its sparse reserve of cum, pumping it along his shaft into her perfect mouth. He couldn’t get his eyes open, so he let himself just feel her perfect mouth on him, imagining how she looked, lips wrapped tight, throat convulsing as she took him all down her throat. When he was spent, he pulled her up into his arms and held her, rocking back and forth as she tightened her arms around him, still humming…one of his songs. Sweetness on My Lips.

  He almost laughed, but he didn’t have the energy. He tipped his head and smiled at her.

  She grinned up at him. “Wish I’d written that one.”

  “I think the way you just rewrote it was perfect.” He reached out and turned off the water, helped her step out of the shower, and wrapped a big towel around her. “You got any other songs you’d like to sing to me? One of your own maybe, that you’d like to sell to me?” He loved the song she’d written…that had been stolen…for his mother.

  “Um.” She looked away. “I have songs.”

  He’d swear he saw that guilt again, the one that surfaced every now and then. “Hey, no pressure. I know you do good work. I just thought…” He shrugged and grabbed a towel for himself.

  “I’m sorry, Ryder. I just can’t think of anything right now except catching McCrae and getting that mess straightened out.” She stared down at the tiled floor.

  He dried his hair. “Oh yeah?” Things had gotten too heavy. “That’s all you can think of?” Between his legs, his staff began to harden again. “You’ve got me here naked…every woman’s ultimate fantasy…” He chuckled. “And all you can think about is—”

  She smiled then leapt for him, pressing her mouth to his. “Oh Lord, Ryder,” she murmured against his lips. “
I’ve got some plans for the next few hours that’ll make you want to take notes for posterity.”

  He laughed. “God bless America, woman.” He yanked her up into his arms. “Let’s get this started!” He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the messed-up covers. “But first…” He dropped his towel and grabbed her leg, flipping her over on her stomach. “Let’s see about this rough stuff you were begging for earlier.”

  She giggled and wiggled her butt. “Earlier, I snuck some of your fries when you weren’t looking.” She spread her arms and legs. “I’m sure that’s worthy of some kind of punishment.”

  His cock pulsed so hard, he nearly blacked out from lack of blood in his head.

  ****

  Brooke didn’t know why she wanted Ryder to mark her, to leave telltale signs on her body, to prove that he had made love to her. Was she that desperate for attention from him? Or just living in a perfect world in her own mind, and once morning came, it’d all be over. Except for the reminders of his spankings on her flesh.

  He rubbed the back of her thigh, then her butt cheeks, then her other thigh. His calloused hand felt rough on her sensitive skin. He swatted her bottom, just hard enough to sting. “Cutie, I want to pink up this sweet ass of yours, then make you come so hard, you’re gonna want to pass out.”

  Low in her belly, everything shifted and tightened, heating at his words and his promise. “Yes, please.”

  He reached over her, dragging pillows back with him, then lifted her hips and propped the pillows under her, lifting her bottom, opening her.

  Being so exposed to him, gave her mind a woozy spin, and she moaned softly.

  “You’re gonna like this, cutie.” He caressed her thighs, arranging her, parting her legs and opening her even more. “I see you like it already.” He touched his fingertip to her soft pussy lips, spreading the warm cream she could feel dripping from her core.

  “Mmm hmm.” She closed her eyes, picturing him looking at her, imagining his pleasure, his hardening shaft. She could hear his breath coming heavy and fast. She did this to him. Made him horny. The power shifted. She was in control.

  He slid one digit inside her opening, gently feeling his way deeper, pressing down as if looking for something…then he found it. Her G spot. He rubbed slowly, testing.

  She shivered and gripped the quilt with her hands, loving the way his touch sent warmth through her entire body.

  After withdrawing his finger, he made a sucking sound. “You’re so sweet, little cutie.”

  Her lips curved in a smile, and she wiggled her bottom encouragingly.

  He swatted her, hard and fast, right on her ass. “But you’re spoiled. And you need to learn patience.” He smacked her again, then took up a rhythm, a few spanks on each side, then one on each thigh.

  The dull, warm pain turned her thoughts slow and fuzzy, echoed through her body like the perfect aphrodisiac. He continued to paddle her, his breath speeding up as his strikes grew closer together.

  When her body screamed for release, her pussy began to convulse and tighten.

  He slid two fingers into her opening, stretching her with a pleasant ache. Finding her G spot again, he rubbed and pressed, knowing exactly how to make her body respond. He continued to spank her, just on her butt, in rhythm with each thrust of his fingers that sent shuddering sparks through her bloodstream.

  Then her mind couldn’t take her body’s pleasure and sent her deep under a silent blanket of ecstasy as fire seared through her body, tightening every muscle, and releasing her climax with a jolt.

  His spanking stopped, but his fingers inside her continued to caress, slower and slower as she drifted back from her little slice of heaven, back into his arms. He’d pulled her down on top of him, her head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, making her feel so safe, so desired.

  “Ryder.” She wanted to say more, wanted to pour out the soul-searing joy in her heart, but knew she’d scare the life out of him. “Thank you.”

  Under her ear, a slow chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You’re welcome?” He kissed the top of her head. “My pleasure, Brooke. It was all my pleasure.”

  She snuggled in, closing her eyes. A ten-minute nap would rejuvenate her. She moved her leg, and bumped into his turgid erection. She couldn’t leave him like that. With a naughty grin, she rubbed her knee up and down his length. “What are we going to do about this?”

  He twisted his body and increased the pressure against her knee, rotating his hips to get more friction. With a groan, he slid his hand to her breast and absently plucked at her nipple.

  The sensation threw shocks along her belly, down low into her core.

  “Are you afraid of heights?” He mumbled the words into her wet hair, smoothing it, finger combing it.

  She wasn’t usually, but they’d taken the elevator to a really high floor. “Depends. Will I be suspended over a thirty-story drop?”

  He chuckled. “No, not that adventurous, cutie.” He rolled her onto her back and braced himself over her, still playing with her hair. His green eyes took in each feature on her face, and when he looked at her lips, she licked them, slowly.

  “Tease.” He nipped at her lips.

  “Just a bit. More pleasing than teasing, though.” She could lay here forever, just touching him, exploring him, quietly staring into his eyes.

  “You are very accommodating.” His brows wagged, then he reached over her and grabbed a condom packet from the drawer. Jumping out of bed, he held out his hand for her. “C’mon. Let’s do something crazy.”

  She took his hand and stood, hesitant to venture too blindly into whatever might give her acrophobia. Tugging her along with him, he wandered into the living room and to the glass wall overlooking downtown LA.

  They stood side-by-side looking out at the city. “They assure me no one can see through this glass, no matter how high-powered the telescope.”

  Brooke could only imagine how careful he had to be, so cognizant of every little detail, every possible way his privacy could be compromised. Instead of dwelling on it, she changed the subject. “It’s beautiful.” She loved the warmth of his hand on hers. “The view here.”

  “It’s…different. My favorite landscape is out my bedroom windows at home, the acres of land that I own.”

  Brooke imagined his place in Louisiana, lush green fields, horses, misty mornings and glowing sunsets. “I’ve never lived anywhere but the city.” She didn’t know why she said it. “My apartment has a nice view of a big, long, white monument.” She grinned as she looked down at the shaft between Ryder’s legs.

  He laughed. “Nothing turns women on like a big white monument.” He jerked his hips, sending his cock bouncing.

  She groaned, then laughed. “So, what’s your idea, cowboy? Are we going out on the balcony?”

  “Nope. No balconies up here.” He placed a hand on the glass. “But if you don’t mind the cold…” He looked at her.

  “Oh.” She’d be pressed to the glass? “Facing…forward?”

  “Uh huh. I’ll hold you up, it’ll feel like you’re flying.” He gestured behind him. “If you want to wear one of my T-shirts, that’d be warmer.”

  “I don’t mind the cold.” Years of marching at protests in all kinds of weather had toughened her. “So, I just spread-eagle and hang on?”

  “Well, a little bit sexier than that, I hope.” He pulled her in front of him, his body hot as he pressed against her back, his hands holding her stomach. Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, suckling and lapping at her skin. “You taste delicious. Everywhere.”

  She sighed and leaned back against him. “You mean, like in the bedroom, then in the bathroom, then out here?”

  “Smartass.” He wiggled his fingers, tickling her.

  She giggled and held his hands to stop him.

  “No.” He nibbled her earlobe. “I mean here.” He lapped at the shell of her ear, then kissed a path down to her shoulder. “And here.” Flipping her hair forward over one should
er, he kissed each of her vertebrae, ending up kneeling behind her, his tongue diving down toward her bottom. “All along here.”

  “Mmmm.” She wiggled her bottom, tipping it up for him. “I like it…back there.” Not that she’d had a lot of anal sex, but it had always been hot for her.

  “Aw, cutie.” He bit her ass cheek. “You are enough to make a grown man beg like a kid in a candy store.” He spread her butt cheeks. “And then gorge on his favorite treat.” Ryder licked a circle around her back door opening.

  Her body flushed hot. “Yes, Ryder, that’s what I want.” She’d let him do just about anything to her right now. She trusted him, wanted him with all her being, and needed to experience everything with him.

  “I’m gonna save that for later, when I have more time, more patience.”

  Brooke wanted to ask about “later,” as in, Is that later tonight? Or Are you talking about sometime down the calendar?

  The sound of a foil packet being ripped open broke the silence. “Right now, I’m gonna send you on a ride over the city.”

  “I’m ready.” Her belly jittered with excitement. This would be something new, wild and unforgettable. And anything Ryder asked of her, she knew she’d say yes to. She was that far gone already, that anxious to experience everything she could with him.

  Ryder stood behind her, his shaft hard and pulsing between her legs. “Hands on the glass.”

  She complied, pressing her palms on the cool glass.

  Wrapping his hands around the front of her thighs, he spread her legs parallel to the floor as he lifted her.

  She pressed her chest and knees on the window as she tipped her hips back, giving him easier access to her hot, swelling nether lips. “Take me. Send me flying.”

  He growled and slid his cock into her, slowly pushing his way into her as her body shifted to accommodate him. Pressing his chest to her back, he kissed her neck. “How is it?” He pumped slowly, in and out of her. “You okay?” His voice rolled low and sexy.

  “Yeah. More than okay.” This was truly a wild, wicked experience. The cool glass on her nipples tightened them, the motion of his body sliding into her rolled the sensitive peaks around, almost like his hands touched them, teased them.