I hop on my bike, needing to get the hell out of here and away from this shitty life. Normally, when I feel like this I park at the cliff, but right now I’m feeling even more fucked up than usual, like there is no end in sight. I need something more, or rather, someone.
Emily
I’m laying in bed with Summer next to me, my arm over her neck and her face close to mine, soaking in her comfort. Ever since everything went down with Ryder yesterday, my heart has been heavy and my anxiety uncontrollable. I’m terrified for what my parents are going to do when they find out about Ryder and me. Though as nervous as I am for their wrath, I’m more nervous about losing Ryder. Just the thought has agony striking my heart. No, that won’t happen. I will not let my parents dictate who I see. I’m suddenly startled out of my thoughts when I hear a ruckus at my window. What the… Summer jumps from my bed and starts to growl. My heart stops when I hear my window lifting.
I shoot up and am just about to scream with everything I possess when a familiar, deep masculine voice penetrates the silence. “Easy, Em, don’t be scared it’s just me.”
“Ryder?” I whisper both in shock and relief. “Are you freaking crazy? You do not sneak into a blind girl’s room, not ever,” I scold, even though I am really not upset, if anything I’m thrilled he’s here, and maybe a little scared at getting caught.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, sounding different. There’s something in his tone I can’t quite name but it has me worried.
I fix my nightgown, making sure I’m proper, before turning and letting my feet hang off the side of my bed. “Ryder, are you okay?”
I feel him kneel in front of me a moment later, just before his strong arms wrap around my waist and he buries his face into my stomach. “I just needed to see you. I need to hold you.”
My heart clenches at the vulnerability in his voice, something I’ve never heard from him before. He’s always so strong and seems so unaffected, but right now the air around us is so thick with whatever is tormenting him that it’s almost suffocating. I wrap my own arms around his neck and run my fingers through his soft, messy hair, trying to offer him as much comfort as I can. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I feel him shake his head. “No, I just… I just need you, Em.”
“You have me. Always,” I whisper thickly, my heart breaking at the sound of his voice. What on earth happened to him?
He lifts his head and I feel him rise a little higher on his knees before taking my mouth with a desperation I’ve never felt from him. It sets my body on fire and distracts me from my worry. His tongue strokes mine intimately, his incredible taste and scent infiltrating my senses. I twine my fingers in his hair as I kiss him back just as desperately; getting lost in the passion we always create together.
His rough hands slip under my nightgown, sliding up the outside of my thighs until they are grasping my hips possessively. He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my throat, while I take in lungfuls of much needed air. I hold him close, never wanting this to end. His mouth doesn’t stop its descent, making its way down my chest until he finds my nipple through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I release a whimper and my need spikes to a whole new level. I begin rocking my hips against his stomach, desperately seeking relief from the throbbing between my legs.
He groans and starts pulling up my nightgown. “I need to touch you, Em,” he states, but stops at my ribcage waiting for my permission.
“Yes,” I approve breathlessly, quickly remembering the pleasure he brought me yesterday. He wastes no time ridding me of my nightgown, and cupping my breasts in his large, rough hands. I moan and arch into his possessive touch.
Leaning in, he takes one of my sensitive nipples into his hot, wet mouth, and sucks with enough pressure that my head falls back on a cry. “Ryder, it feels so good.” He goes back and forth, tormenting me and making my body burn so hot it becomes almost unbearable. But my heart yearns for more, craving an intimacy I’ve never wanted until him. I reach for his shirt and start dragging it up his back. “Take this off, I want to feel you against me.”
He leans back, breaking contact from my breast and I hear him shed his shirt just before I feel his hard, bare body envelop mine. He pulls me flush against him and electricity shoots through every part of my body. We both moan at the skin-to-skin contact. It’s a connection that steals my breath, and has me wanting to burst into tears but I hold back, not wanting to look like a lunatic.
“Fuck, you have the softest skin I’ve ever felt, Emily.”
My hands roam his back, my fingers getting lost in the grooves of his muscles. He feels so hard, yet smooth. I continue my exploration, wanting to know every part of him, but it’s not enough, I want more. I want to get lost in everything we are rather than everything we aren’t. “Ryder?” I whisper softly.
“Yeah, baby?” he asks, running his mouth along the side of my jaw.
“I want you to make love to me.”
He tenses then leans back. I feel him stare at me and I bite my lip nervously, my heart racing in fear of his rejection. “I didn’t come here for that, Em, I swear. I just wanted to be with you. To hold you.”
“I know you didn’t,” I rush to reassure him. A long moment of silence surrounds us, and my stomach drops when he doesn’t respond. “You don’t want me,” I state softly.
“Fuck. No, that’s not it, baby, I swear,” he rushes to say, his forehead dropping on mine. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. I just don’t want you thinking I came here for this.”
“I know that. This doesn’t have anything to do with what brought you here.” I wrap my arms around his neck and move in closer. “I want to feel you. I need you, Ryder. I’ve been so scared since yesterday. I just want to forget about everything but us. I want to get lost in the world we create together, rather than the one we live in.”
I sense his breathing turn heavy and I swear I can hear his teeth grind. He cups the back of my neck and leans in closer. “You sure about this, baby?”
“Yes. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life. I want…” My words get cut off by his kiss, one that has my body igniting all over again.
He pulls back a long minute later and lays a hand between my breasts, coaxing me to my back. He stays kneeling between my legs and I sense him lean over me before I feel his warm lips on my stomach. I gasp and my body quivers from the simple touch. He slowly slides my panties down as his mouth descends, and my pleasure suddenly turns into trepidation the lower he gets. I stiffen and feel my face flame when I hear him inhale a deep breath and groan.
“Ryder, what are you doing?” I ask shakily.
“I’m going to taste you, Emily, and I’m going to make you come really hard while doing it, because I don’t know how long I am going to last once I get inside of you.”
I swallow nervously. “Well, uh, that’s okay we could just… Oh!” I trail off on a gasp and my back bows off the bed as I feel his warm, wet tongue take a long, leisurely lick of my most sensitive part.
“Oh fuck, I knew you would taste so damn good,” he growls, just before splaying a hand low on my tummy, to hold me in place, while he delves in a second time.
My embarrassment forgotten, my feet find their place on his shoulders and my hips thrust up against his mouth greedily, taking everything he gives. If I thought what his fingers did to me yesterday was good, that is nothing compared to this. I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Oh god, Ryder, it’s so good.” My fingers grip his hair tightly as my body soars to highs I’ve never known. I’m so close already, my body teetering on the edge of explosion, but I try to hold back, not wanting this to end.
Somehow Ryder senses it. “Don’t hold back, baby, come apart for me.” His words vibrate against my clit just before he takes the swollen nub between his lips, causing me to shatter.
Sensations slam into me, drowning out the sound of my pleasure. I am so thankful my house is huge and my parent’s bedroom is on the opposite side of mine. Ryder doesn’t let up until he takes every ounce of pleasure from me. He kisses the inside of my thigh while I try to catch my breath and float back down to reality.