Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4)(52)

Her thighs shook, her belly rippled, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Ryder didn’t give her a chance to come down before dropping her ass and scooting up, pressing her still-shaking thighs wide as he did, congratulating himself for having the foresight to put on the condom earlier, because he honestly didn’t think he’d be able to stop and do it at the moment.

Looking down, seeing her legs spread open, the pink of her inner lips coated with the come from her orgasm, Ryder didn’t even think. He notched the head of his cock between her legs and pressed inside.

She jerked at his movements, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she thrust her hips up at the same time he pushed inside. Ryder threw his head back and reached down and grabbed the base of his dick just in time to keep himself from coming.

Her body was still shaking and clenching with her orgasm. He forced his cock between her tight muscles until he couldn’t get any farther inside her. Bracing his hands on the mattress at her shoulders, Ryder loomed over the woman he loved with his entire being.

“Mine,” he growled, not capable of saying anything else.

“Mine,” she returned fiercely, lifting her knees to grip his waist, and digging her fingernails into the sensitive skin at his sides.

Ryder had planned to be gentle once he got inside her. To show her how much he cared about her. But at her actions, and her fierce claiming of him, he lost the control he’d been holding on to by a thread.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, Ryder pounded into her, sliding easily in the wetness between her legs. The sound of their lovemaking was loud in the small room. Noises that he might’ve been embarrassed about once upon a time, with another woman, but with Felicity, they were perfect.

His balls slapped against her ass with every downward thrust, and the wet sucking noise of her body trying to keep him inside her every time he pulled back only ratcheted up his lust and desire for her.

Ryder felt sweat bead on his forehead as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He wanted their first time to last forever, but unfortunately, he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he lost it.

Grinding his teeth together, he glanced down at Felicity. She was smiling up at him, watching him closely. The satisfaction and possessiveness in her gaze did him in. He thrust inside her twice more, and on the third thrust, planted himself inside her as far as he could get and erupted.

Ryder felt the warmth from his come fill the condom around his cock, and he wished for a moment that he was filling her up instead. It was crazy, he’d never felt that way before, but he wanted to coat her with his essence. Claim her. Mark her.

Cognizant of the fact she hadn’t come once he’d entered her, Ryder kept himself planted inside her body, but leaned up. He snaked a hand between their slick bodies and zeroed in on her clit.

“Oh,” she exclaimed as he began to roughly manipulate the bundle of nerves once more. “Ryder, I . . . I already came.”

“I know. Do it again. I want to feel it this time. From start to finish. On my cock this time.”

She was obviously still ramped up from her earlier orgasm, because it didn’t take long before he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his slowly softening dick. It felt amazing. He felt his cock twitch and start to come back to life. He increased the speed of his thumb and was rewarded with her orgasm. He felt it ripple up his erection, now at full mast once more, until she was once again shaking uncontrollably.

Ryder reached down and held on to the end of the condom as he pulled out of her body, all the while strumming her clit with the other hand. He ripped off the used prophylactic and gently pushed two fingers inside her still-spasming body. He then scooted farther up on the mattress and stroked himself as she came down from her second orgasm.

Ryder wasn’t sure he could actually come a second time, no matter how hard he was, but smelling their arousal and feeling her jolt under him every couple of seconds was making the stroking of his dick all that much more pleasurable.

Then he felt his hand being pushed away and looked down. Felicity’s eyes were on his hard cock, and her hands were wrapped around it, giving him the hand job of the century.

It was his turn to moan. “Fuck, Felicity . . . God, your hands feel so good.”

“Mmm,” she murmured. “You feel good.”

A spurt of precome escaped the hole at the tip of his dick at her words.

She giggled, then got serious. One hand reached below him to caress his balls as the other sped up on the length of him.

As if she could read his mind, she knew exactly when to speed up her movements and how much pressure to apply.

When he was on the verge of exploding, he tried to warn her. “Love, I’m close. Let me pull back.”

She didn’t respond verbally, but her grip tightened, and she brought up her knees to clench against his sides. She was still lying on her back, and Ryder felt like a letch hovering over her as she jacked him off, but he couldn’t have stopped her at that point if a gun was pointed at his head.

He tried to keep his eyes open and on hers as she forced him over the edge, but at the last minute, he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud. Ryder fell forward and caught himself with a hand next to her shoulders and shuddered as spurt after spurt erupted from his cock and landed on her naked body under him. He felt drained and exhausted. It had been a long time since he’d come more than once in one night, and never so close together.