Just a Little Crush(34)

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Okay?” He pulled away and stared into my eyes. “You’re sure?”

I nodded.

Brushing his lips over mine, he said, “Say the word and I stop.” He ran his finger along the top of my pants then slipped past the waistband. The heat of his hand blazed down my stomach, glided over my panties, then settled between my thighs. He slid his fingers over me. My hips arched and I pressed into where he cupped me.

I lowered myself back on the bed, acutely aware of his eyes on me. The pressure of putting on a show for him was bound to kill the moment but then he repeated the process, this time adding slight pressure. My eyelids drifted shut and he sprinkled kisses over my collarbone before settling his mouth at the nape of my neck. The pleasure overcame the fear and I ran my fingers over his head, threading them through his hair.

His mouth worked in harmony with his hand. When he teased with a light touch, his lips would brush against my neck, but when he applied concentrated pressure, he’d suck and nip on my neck and ear.

The buildup, which had become a familiar sensation when it came to kissing him, began in my stomach. An intense tingling spread from my core into my toes. My breathing became ragged and my hips bucked slightly. The heat under his hand seemed unbearable. I never wanted the ecstatic feeling to end, but it was so intense I’d burn up if it didn’t.

Ryder brought his mouth back to mine and drove his tongue inside. His kisses seemed hungrier, like he fed on my pleasure. He pulled my lower lip between his teeth with enough pressure that it should have hurt but instead it triggered a moan that built in my chest. I did my best to suppress the sound, but when his lips dropped to my breast and he sucked my nipple into his mouth, it tore free.

In an almost frantic motion, he fumbled into my panties and slid his finger into me with ease. He froze and took several controlled breaths. He slid his finger almost all the way out then inched his way back in.

I shifted my leg and his hardness pressed against my thigh. It didn’t seem right to let him finish me off while he got nothing. Maybe he did expect some reciprocation, regardless of what he’d said. I ran my fingers down the ridges of his abs, but before I reached his jeans he captured my hand, interlaced our fingers and pressed it into the mattress, near my head.

His mouth returned to mine and his tongue mimicked his finger, delving in and out of me. My hips bucked with the motion, and figuring out what was on the other side of this building pressure controlled each move. The sound of our intermingling breathing, combined with the heat of his body pressed against mine sent my senses into overdrive. Focusing on just one sensation was impossible, as they all joined in a symphony of pleasure.

He pulled his mouth away, depriving me of his taste. I looked at him and found him watching me. Self-consciousness took hold and I attempted to steady my breathing.

He adjusted his hand so that the heel of his palm rubbed against me, synced with the motion of his finger, and I lost the fight. My eyes wouldn’t stay open. My lips parted, releasing ragged breaths. He licked my top lip and pulled back again, except this time I didn’t care. I knew he watched, but pleasure replaced logic.

I gripped the blanket in one fist and tightened my hold on his hand with the other. A tingling pulled at my body like a taut string running from my belly button to my thighs. My hips rocked in a steady motion perfectly timed with his hand. The pleasure reached an unbearable high then shattered like a piece of candied sugar. Delightful shards of ecstasy scattered over my body with the aftershocks. For a moment I couldn’t move. My erratic breathing needed taming but my muscles had gone weak.

Ryder pressed his lips against mine in a tender kiss that made me acutely aware of him and what had just happened. He brushed several more kisses onto my lips. When he pulled away, I finally opened my eyes.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and traced my jaw with his thumb. His eyes were locked on mine.

I looked away.

With his thumb he forced me to face him. “Look at me.”

I attempted to make eye contact but couldn’t and dropped my gaze.

“Please.”

I glanced up then covered my eyes with my hands, feeling like an idiot for letting him watch me get off.

“Are you mad at me?”

I yanked my hands away. “No, of course not.”

“Then what?”

I shook my head. “I just…I don’t know. I’m embarrassed.” I pulled my hands back to cover my face.

“Don’t hide from me.” He uncovered my face. “If you had any idea how fucking amazing that was, you wouldn’t be.” He kissed my nose and reached for my shirt, helped me slide it on then lay on his back and tucked me into him. He turned off my lamp and pulled the blanket over us.