his cock.
The pulling pressure of his hands disappeared. He seemed to struggle with what he wanted to do. So I slid more of his dick in my mouth as he figured that out.
His faintly salty, all Ryker flavor made me moan. Pleasing my man, with my mouth, with my hands, was such a turn on. I’d had no idea. The one time I’d gotten to do this before, I’d been worried about doing it right.
He’d said there wasn’t a lot to teach me, and he’d been right. I just listened to his moans, watched his body buck and jerk. I followed their lead in this little dance.
That I could bring him to the brink…so fucking hot. I stiffened my tongue, swished it side to side as I angled my head around to tease the big vein that ran along the bottom of his dick. I moaned as his cock twitched in my mouth.
He pulled hard on my hair. Physically lifted me away from his body. He bit my lip. “I said to tuck it away.” He smashed his mouth to mine.
It was then I realized we had stopped.
I pushed at his chest. Wanted to take him back into my mouth. I wanted him to finish before we got out of the car.
He held me still with a single hand in my hair.
My body went lax against his hold. I could feel the moisture seeping from between the lips of my pussy. I was more than ready for him. I moaned as I twisted in his grip.
“Good girl, cupcake. Who’s in charge?” he asked against my mouth.
“You are. I wanted to finish you in my mouth.” I looked up at him through my lashes. Pouted.
His chuckle was raw. “I’m going to finish inside that tight, dripping cunt of yours, cupcake. No more topping from the bottom.”
There was that phrase I didn’t fully understand again. My hand still around his dick, I squeezed his shaft.
His cheeks flushed red as his pupils blew out in the low light. “What did I just say?”
I nipped his lip. “Something about my bottom.” I wiggled it.
“I’m going to spank that bottom. Hands. Put them on my chest.”
I stilled as I studied him. Tried to push the lust from my brain. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Open access, cupcake. I told you in the bunker.”
I shook my head. “No. I would have remembered that.”
He shrugged slightly. “Then I meant to tell you that. You can touch me whenever you want. I’d just appreciate a little warning if I’m preoccupied.”
My heart exploded in joy as I laid my hands against his chest. I watched his eyes, the fine muscles at the corners. They would tell me how he felt about it even if he didn’t voice the words.
Those tiny muscles relaxed, smoothed out, as if I’d given him relief instead of pain. A mountain of love swamped through me. I leaned forward, settled my lips against his.
He answered the kiss with the sweetest pressure. Right before he tightened his hand in my hair. “I’m going to take you upstairs to our bedroom. Watch your spectacular body be revealed as I strip your clothes off. Then I’m going to get naked. Let you see what you do to me.”
I licked my lips. Images of his naked body danced through my mind.
“But you can’t touch me. Not yet.”
I bared my teeth at him. Narrowed my eyes.
He smiled. “I’ll lay you back on the bed. Tie your hands to my headboard. You won’t be able to touch me at all. You’ll strain against the silk. Yank and pull. But it won’t matter.”
I snarled.
“Then I’m going to cover your entire body with bites. Kiss away the pain.” He brought my head closer. Just close enough to feel his breath wash over my lips. “Then I’m going to slap your cunt.”
My body jerked.
His smile was smoke and sex. “I’m going to spread you open. Feast my eyes and mouth on the pretty pussy that belongs to me.”
I moaned.
“I’ll slide one finger from your clit to your entrance. Circle it. Tease you. Tease you like you tease me. Featherlight touches that drive you crazy. That will make you strain for more. Deeper. Harder. Just when you’re about to scream at me, I’ll slap your clit and ram two fingers deep inside your wet heat.”
I panted. “Yes. Please, Ryker.”
“No. Now you have to wait. You’ll learn, cupcake. Learn who’s actually in charge.” He set me back into my own seat. “Instead of rushing up in the