Just a Little Crush(55)

“You aren’t hurting me. Far from it,” I assured him. I held my breath, awaiting some kind of inevitable pain that never came. As he filled me, my body conformed to him.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” I rocked my hips against him. “Please quit stopping though.”

He chuckled, and teased my body by pulling almost completely out then inched his way back in. The burning subsided as he slid deeper into me. My body welcomed the sensation, the stretching more pleasurable than painful. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all. I wasn’t sure why people made it sound so awful.

He rocked in and out again, this time in quicker succession.

With my arms around his back, I elevated my hips.

He groaned. “Shit, Brinley.” His body stiffened and he stilled. He took a deep breath then glided back into me. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, never breaking our connection.

With his hands on my hips as I straddled him, he guided my movements, raising and lowering me. But his careful movements prevented me from feeling the fullness I craved.

I leaned forward, finding my own rhythm.

He moved one hand to my breast and his other hand gripped my thigh. He brushed his thumb between my legs and I moaned. He repeated the action, adding a slow circle.

The heightened sensation caused a tingle to burn in the pit of my stomach. I sat upright and lowered myself completely down onto Ryder.

His eyes closed and he groaned. With a deep breath, he pushed into a sitting position, pressing his palms into the bed.

I draped my arms over his shoulders and rocked my hips back and forth. Gazes locked, he gripped my ass and pulled forward in time with my body.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said.

I pressed my mouth to his and gasped at the friction our bodies created. Heat spread from my core into my fingers and toes. My head fell back as I panted. My stomach coiled and my sensations went into overdrive. The feel of his hand on my ass, the fullness of him inside me, my tender flesh rubbing against his abdomen, his lips pressing into my neck. And then every part of me tightened into an unbearable knot and exploded. Pleasure rolled through me. My body clenched around Ryder. He bucked up and gripped my hips, forcing me down onto him. I contracted around him as he pulsed within me. I held my breath, loving the high of the ride.

Ryder collapsed and I fell with him. I lay pressed against his chest and tried to catch my breath.

He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. “I was really worried I wouldn’t live up to whatever expectations you had about your first time, but never imagined you would exceed mine. Considering how long I’ve been wanting to do that, they were pretty fucking high to begin with.”





Chapter Thirteen


Tucked into the blankets, I didn’t want to move, but the enticing aroma of coffee beckoned me from slumber. With my hands above my head, I flipped onto my back and stretched. The borrowed T-shirt I’d slept in slipped up my thighs as the sheet slowly descended down my body. I finally cracked my eyelids open.

Ryder stood at the foot of the bed with the blanket wrapped around his hand. “Good morning,” he said with a grin.

I smiled and rubbed my eyes. “Hey.” I sat upright and crossed my legs.

“I picked up coffee.”

Two to-go cups sat on the nightstand.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked.

He shrugged. “An hour. Maybe longer.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I scooted to the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off the side.

“It’s early.”

I glanced at the clock. It was barely eight. “Oh my God. Why are you up so early on a Saturday?”

“Dunno. Couldn’t sleep.” He grabbed his coffee and took a sip.

“What have you been doing all morning?”

“Would it totally creep you out if I said watching you sleep?” He cocked one eyebrow.

I laughed. “Um, yeah. Probably.”

“Well, in that case, I wasn’t doing that.” He cleared his throat then grinned. “I went for a run then got us coffee.”

“You run?”

“You thought I was naturally blessed with all this?” He pointed to himself with a look of mock surprise.

“You aren’t?” I asked, straight-faced.

“Well, yeah, of course.” He fought back a smile and leaned against the dresser. “Running helps me think, find focus. Calms me.”

I blew on my coffee and took a sip. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem.” He pushed off the dresser and sat next to me.

Ryder, though he smiled and joked, didn’t seem himself. It wasn’t exactly awkwardness, but something unspoken hung between us.

“Is everything okay?” Focused on my cup, I pushed its cardboard sleeve up and down.