Ryley's Revenge (Gloves Off #2)(41)
“What do you want me to do?”
Once inside, he led me up the stairs to our room and roughly lifted my tank top, biting my nipple through my bra. Then, he lowered my jeans and thong to the floor and backed me up against the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs,” he commanded, eyes blazing.
Reaching behind my back, I unclasped my bra and let it fall before sliding back on the bed and opening for him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest right before he grabbed my thighs and buried his face between my legs.
My head fell back and I moaned out my pleasure as his tongue licked and penetrated me. It was mind-blowing and completely orgasmic. I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on in all my life; pregnancy was doing a number on my libido. Gripping a handful of his hair, I held him to me as I ground my center into his face. I was literally f*cking myself with his face, and was ridiculously close to climaxing.
Ryley chose then to back away, his breath tickling me when he chuckled.
“What are you doing? Torturing me?” I pouted, rubbing my legs together, searching for the friction I needed.
Licking his lips and wiping his face on his shirt sleeve, he smiled down at me and covered me with his body. His cock strained against his jeans, and he pushed it into me. “I like watching you squirm. Now, here’s what I want you to do when I leave.”
Eyes wide, I gasped, “You’re leaving? Where are you going?”
He placed a finger to my lips, smirking devilishly. “I’m just going to the store and getting something for you. I have a strange feeling you’re going to want it after I’m done with you.” I tried to speak, but he pressed down harder on my lips. “No talking . . . just listen and do as I say.”
Chills spread across my skin and I grew even wetter. “Yes, tell me what you want me to do,” I begged, pushing myself into his arousal. Holy f*ck I wanted him.
“When I leave I want you to get in the shower and touch yourself. Only when I get back do I want you to finish. I want to see you come by your own hand. If you do this for me, I’ll f*ck you as hard as you want.”
My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He was torturing me and I f*cking loved it. Biting my lip, I slid my fingers down my chest to that aching spot between my legs. “Then you better hurry because I’m not going to last long.” I inserted a finger inside and his eyes darkened. Only when I pulled my finger out did it break the trance.
“Now who’s the evil one?” he pointed out. Adjusting himself, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips, pinching one of my nipples. “Get ready for me, angel. I’ll be back in a few.”
Then, just like that he disappeared out of the room and out the front door downstairs. Through the window I watched him leave and smiled. If he wanted a show he was going to get one.
THE SHOWER WATER heated up quickly and by the time I got inside its blanket of warmth, I was already trembling with the need to release. I didn’t know how long he was going to be so I held off touching myself and let the water run over my head. I wouldn’t last long once I started. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps on the hardwood floor in his room and the sound of the door shutting. It was show time.
When his silhouette came into view through the foggy glass door, I slowly slid a hand between my legs and let the other grab a breast. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, resting my foot on the tiled seat. He probably couldn’t see much with the steam, but he would get the picture. Lifting his shirt over his head, he threw it on the sink and then lowered his pants enough for his cock to pop out. The next thing he did completely caught me off guard . . . he started stroking himself. It was so f*cking hot.
“Oh Ryley,” I moaned, inserting a finger inside. “I can just imagine you f*cking me right now. This feels so damn good.”
I watched him pump harder and that spurred me on. Using one hand to hold me up, I backed up and bent over, so my ass was pressed against the glass. I wanted to give him a clear view.
Ryley grunted and mumbled something about coming.
“Oh shit, I’m so close,” I cried. Moving my hand to my breast, I pinched my nipple hard and screamed out my release, my body shaking. Gently, I circled my clit with my palm until the aftershocks wore off. I could hear his hand working his length fast and steady, so I looked behind me while keeping bent over. I caught him just in time, pulling hard as he came. He leaned against the bathroom counter, catching his breath.
Breathing hard, I placed my hands against the shower wall and closed my eyes. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Two seconds later, the shower door opened and Ryley stepped in, his skin warm against my back. Smiling to myself, I leaned back into him. He brought his hands up to my breasts and squeezed while lowering his lips to my neck. Then when he dropped one hand to the inside of my thigh and pushed a finger inside, I grew liquid in his arms.
Completely resting into him, I reached up to touch his face and immediately froze. Something wasn’t right. His cheeks were stubbly, and they weren’t like that when he left. My eyes popped open and I panicked because it only took one look at the arms wrapped around me to know that it definitely wasn’t Ryley behind me.
His free hand slammed down over my mouth before I could scream. “There’s no reason for that, sweetheart,” he taunted in my ear. “I just wanted to say that I enjoyed the show.” He pulled his finger out and smacked my center with a few pats. “It’s a shame you had to open your eyes.”