Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4)(51)

Ryder attacked her as if he was a man starving. The first taste of her on his tongue only stoked the fire he had for her. Shifting up to his knees so he was kneeling over her and could get at her better, he pulled her hips up onto his legs.

He heard himself grunting as he licked up her slit over and over, but couldn’t stop. The more he tasted her, the more he wanted of her. He opened his eyes and looked up her body even as he closed his lips over her clit and used his tongue as a vibrator over the little nub. Felicity’s arms were thrown over her head, and her back was arched as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Her eyes were closed as she shivered and shook in his arms. He’d never felt as powerful as he did right at that moment. He’d had women before, but hadn’t ever wanted one with this intensity. He always took the time to make sure whoever was in his bed was satisfied, but he’d never felt the bone-deep need to make sure she was completely delirious with pleasure. His dick had never been harder. All his attention was focused on the woman in his arms and under his tongue.

He moved back down between her puffy lips and licked upward once more, collecting the fresh juices leaking from her body on his tongue.

“Ryder,” she moaned.

He took one hand from her ass then and pressed his index finger inside her. She tightened around his finger, as if trying to keep him out, but he didn’t stop until his knuckle was touching flush against her body.

Ryder watched as he eased his finger out and couldn’t resist bringing it up to his mouth and sucking all her cream off. He caught her gaze then. Her pupils were so large in her eyes that they almost obscured the blue irises.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured before dropping his gaze back between her legs. Without warning, he shoved two fingers in her tight sheath, groaning at the feel of her body clenching against him.

“It’s . . . fuck . . .” Felicity swore as he pulled his fingers out, then roughly pressed them back inside her body. “It’s been a while for me,” she rushed out. But she didn’t pull away from him, instead pressing her hips up as he withdrew his fingers once more.

“How long?” Ryder asked, knowing he was being a dick, but feeling as if he was watching the entire scene from high above the bed rather than actually participating. He’d wanted her from the second he’d seen her, and having her was more than he ever dreamed it could be.

“Uh . . . ,” she breathed. “I don’t know.”

“How long?” Ryder demanded again, turning his hand as he thrust inside her once more so that his thumb brushed against her clit once he’d pushed his fingers inside as far as he could go.

Her hips jerked up, and he roughly thumbed her bundle of nerves as he waited for her answer.

“Years. Maybe six?” she gasped.

Satisfaction tore through Ryder. He should’ve felt guilty, it hadn’t been that long for him, but he couldn’t deny that he was glad she hadn’t been with someone after she’d moved to Colorado.

“You get yourself off?” he bit out.

“Yeah.”

“How?”

They were practically grunting their words, but Ryder didn’t care.

“My clit.”

“Vibrator?”

“On my clit,” she gasped as he pressed harder on the body part in question. “Can’t . . . ,” she panted, then hurried the rest of her answer, “get off with just penetration.”

It was good information to have. Ryder wasn’t so conceited to think that his dick would somehow have magic powers as soon as he got it inside her. If she needed direct stimulation on her clit to get off, that’s what he’d give her.

He eased his fingers out of her body and immediately reached for his dick. He used her natural lubrication to make his motions smoother. His thumb never stopped its ministrations as he pleasured himself. When he was on the verge of exploding, he reluctantly tore his hand away from his body.

He leaned over and grabbed the condom he’d dropped next to the pillow when he’d undressed himself. He’d torn it out of his wallet before throwing both it, and his pants, over the side of the bed. He quickly rolled the rubber down his sheath. He wanted to be ready to fuck Felicity as soon as she was ready. After she’d come for him.

Ryder wanted to spend all night petting and caressing Felicity, but knew he didn’t have nearly the control to do so and not come himself, so he firmed his jaw and got to work. He held her ass in the air and devoured her once more. Licking, nibbling, and learning exactly what his woman liked. When he felt her begin to shake once more, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked, hard. She jerked in his grasp, and he felt her fingers dig into his arms, but he didn’t stop.

Her hips tried to flex away from him, but then immediately pressed upward once more. Looking down, he caught her gaze. His jaw worked as he added his tongue into his sucking action, and still he refused to let her drop her gaze.

“Oh my God, Ryder. That feels . . . fuck, it hurts, but it’s so good,” she gasped.

He didn’t let up, and squeezed her ass hard as he continued.

As if he was inside her head, he knew the moment she was on the edge. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she pushed harder up into his mouth. Her lips opened and she gasped for air.

Ryder had her almost bent double now, her ass in the air supported by his hands, her body weight on her upper back and shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she drew herself up into a half sit-up. With one more hard suck, she careened over the edge.