Ryley's Revenge (Gloves Off #2)(23)
“Thank you so much, Principal Briggs. I’m really excited about being there.”
As soon as we said our goodbyes I bounced over to Ryley and jumped in his arms. “I got the job,” I squealed.
He swung me around and pressed his lips against mine. I was all sweaty, but he didn’t seem to care. “That’s great, angel.”
Gabriella jumped to her feet and bounced over to us. “You know what this means?” Ryley and I both looked at each other and then back to her, eyebrows raised. She rolled her eyes and slapped me on the arm. “It means we have a reason to celebrate. So Friday night, it’s on. I would say we’d do it tonight, but my brother isn’t going to be here until later. My nephew’s been sick, so he’s trying to help out.” She winked at me and then started down toward the weight benches. “I’ll get everything set up. All you have to do is be there, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed. “It better be good.” Now that Ryley and I were alone, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Is everything okay with you and Camden? I saw him storm off.”
He sighed and buried his head in my neck, sending shivers across my skin when he kissed my flesh. “No, but it’ll all work itself out. However, right now I don’t want to talk about him. I think we need to do a little pre-celebration ourselves.”
The need in his blue stare made me shiver in his arms. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, whispering the words across his lips.
“Follow me.” Taking my hand, he led me away from the exercise machines and past the ring, toward the back. Thankfully he didn’t take us to the room where he locked us in the other day. There were bad memories in that room.
Instead, I followed him to the end of a hallway where he ushered me inside a pitch black room. When he turned on the lights, I smiled as my reflection showed in the mirrors along each wall. It was the kind of room you’d see at a dance studio.
I watched his image in the mirror as he shut and locked the door, grinning devilishly as he stalked after me. “Celebrating, huh?”
He lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. “All you have to do is hold on.” Placing his hands on my waist, he turned me around so I faced the mirror with him at my back. I watched as his hands splayed across my stomach and then went under my shirt to my breasts, squeezing them. “Do you like watching me touch you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, leaning back into him. He lifted my tank top and sports bra over my head and groaned when he saw my naked flesh in the mirror.
“I think I like watching it too.” His fingers pinched my nipples and I jumped, earning a deep chuckle to rumble in his chest. Next he lowered his hands to the waistband of my shorts and slid them to the floor, along with my underwear. He kept his gaze on mine as he dropped his shorts to the ground and pressed his rigid cock against my ass. “Do you think you’ll like watching me make love to you?”
My clit throbbed and I grew wet between my legs. “You have no idea.”
Turning me around, he picked me up in his arms and I straddled his waist. Then he walked forward, until my back was against one of the mirrors. It was cold, but it instantly warmed up from the heat of my body. “Hold on tight, angel.” He circled his cock along my opening and moaned when he could feel how soaked I was for him. Not wasting any time, he slammed into me and I cried out, leaning my head against the mirror.
He bent down and flicked his tongue across my nipple, biting at the same time he plunged deep. In the mirror, his muscles contracted with each thrust and his ass tightened. I loved watching him make love to me.
Bouncing me up and down, I held onto his shoulders as my sweaty skin made noises against the mirror. Burying his head in my hair, he breathed me in and held me tighter, his cock lengthening inside of me. He was close. “I’m going to come in you, angel.”
On the verge of orgasm, I moaned and dug my nails into his back. “Yes,” I whispered heatedly. I tightened my legs around his waist and rocked my hips against his, the perfect friction. The second he felt me tighten against his cock, he grunted with each thrust, pulsating inside of me. I cried out his name as my body exploded all around him. He trembled and jerked, slowing his pace until every single drop of him was released inside of me.
Breathing hard, he switched places with me and leaned his back against the mirror, lowering us down to the floor. He watched over my shoulder and he smiled, no doubt staring at my bare backside. “You are so f*cking sexy,” he admitted.
Holding me down tightly on top of him and using my ass as leverage, he rubbed me along his spent cock.
“Let me guess, you want to watch me make love to you now?” I smiled as I pushed my core into his growing arousal.
“You’re going to have to work for it, babe. Are you up for the task?”
I raised my eyebrows and smirked. Lifting my hips, I maneuvered his slippery, semi-hard dick into me and sat down . . . feeling his come seep out of my body, coating my thighs. Thankfully, there were stacks of towels in the corner because we were going to need them. “You better believe it, stud. I think we need to celebrate twice.”
By the time we got done in the mirror room and cleaned up, an hour had passed. I couldn’t stop my face from blushing when we walked out into the gym and Gabriella spotted us. “It’s about damn time you two got done,” she teased. She then looked up at Ryley. “I don’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed, big boy. By the way, Megan’s here and she wants to talk to you. She’s over in the corner talking to Carter.”