There’s something intoxicating about this control, this power I hold over him. It feels so good that I grind my swollen nub against him, letting out a small moan as waves of pleasure ripple through me.
“Kennedy, please…” he breathes.
“Aren’t you?” I ask again, my lips brushing against the hard length as I speak. I watch goosebumps rise along his neck. This time, he nods.
“I’m in charge of this game now.” I rock my hips against him once more, letting my nose trail down his throat and across one collarbone. He shivers. At least he reacts to me the same way I do to him. Maybe I could get off just by dry-humping him right here. Maybe I will**and then leave him wanting more.
“I’m so close. You always have me so worked up,” he pants, his voice ragged.
My body is taking over now, and my mind is slipping into a haze of delicious stupidity. I can’t let him come. Tonight, I’m going to edge him like never before. He deserves to know what it feels like to be so sexually frustrated.
“Will you come for me, Kennedy?” he rasps between heavy breaths.
“Maybe.” I grind harder, my whole body trembling. I don’t have much time left. I trail my tongue up the side of his neck, planting a soft kiss on the sweet spot just behind his ear, drawing a deep groan from him.
“Such a damn tease,” Ryker growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see just how wet you are for me.”
I smirked, my breath hitching as I shifted slightly. “You should take a look down,” I teased back. “These lace panties? Ruined because of you.” I pressed my hands firmly against the mattress. “Keep your hands there, good boy.” My voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Oh, FUCK! YES! Ahhh!”
I ground myself into him with such force that the delicate lace bit into my skin where it had shifted out of place. I didn’t stop until the wave of pleasure finally crested and crashed through me. My pussy walls still trembled and throbbed with aftershocks, but eventually, I eased myself off Ryker’s body.
“Wait! Where are you going?” he demanded, moving as if to stop me.
“I’m a complete mess, thanks to you,” I admitted, my cheeks flushed. “I need a shower**I want to be clean before I go to sleep.”
“Can I watch?” His voice was rough with want.
I paused, pretending to consider. Did I want him watching me? Hell yes. Was I still in the mood to toy with him? Absolutely. I nodded once, then started to walk away. “But you’re not allowed to touch yourself at all,” I called over my shoulder.
He smirked. “Can I watch you touch yourself, then? I know there’s another orgasm inside you. That night on the balcony**I couldn’t see you come, and that’s my only regret.”
The memory of him pressing me against the glass sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I peeled off my t-shirt, leaving the rest of my lingerie on, and stepped into the spacious shower stall. The rustic stonework matched the cabin’s natural aesthetic perfectly, the smooth river stones beneath my feet cool and soothing as I turned on the brushed nickel faucet.
“Stand at the door. Hands on the top frame. Don’t move,” I instructed, still facing away from him.
“I think I like this bossy version of you, Kennedy,” he murmured low and thick with lust. His words sounded like a private confession, more to himself than to me.
Steam began to curl around us, thickening the air. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to turn around. His presence was magnetic, but his eyes**when they met mine**had held a flicker of something else since I woke up. A shadow of doubt or disappointment that I wasn’t ready to face. His words and actions often didn’t line up, and I wasn’t sure which to trust.
To buy myself some time, I let my fingers untangle the messy ponytail holding my hair back. My dark blonde locks fell freely, brushing just below my bra strap. I felt his breath hitch as he inhaled sharply.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, raw and desperate.
“Not yet, Alpha,” I replied, a knowing smile tugging at my lips. I’d only called him “Alpha” since I arrived, but I distinctly remembered using that title on the balcony that night**and the way he’d responded had been something fierce and satisfying. Maybe I’d save that name for moments like this. I hoped we’d have many more.
I stood beneath the warm cascade of water, letting it soak through my hair and lingerie. His lust hung thick in the air, almost tangible. I could probably just focus on that sensation and come again right here, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, I turned slowly and leaned back against the rough stone wall, fixing my gaze on him.
He obeyed my command, gripping the metal doorframe tightly. Judging by the pale color of his knuckles, his grip was nearly crushing it. His basketball shorts strained at the seams, the outline of his massive erection unmistakable.
I simply stood there, watching him drink me in. His eyes traveled slowly, torturously, starting at my feet and inching upward. By the time his gaze locked with mine, my breath was ragged, my chest heaving with anticipation.
“Can I…” I began hesitantly, my voice trailing off before I could finish the sentence.
“No demands. No requests,” Ryker interrupted firmly, his tone sharp. “I’m still mad at you.” I felt a flicker of frustration but didn’t argue. Instead, I let my fingers glide slowly over the outside of my thighs, tracing a path upward along my stomach. A soft, painful groan escaped him, but he stayed silent, biting back whatever else he wanted to say. Encouraged, I allowed my touch to travel higher, reaching the delicate black lace of my bra**the final piece of my lingerie set. It wasn’t the most supportive, but it was undeniably soft, alluring, and left very little to the imagination.
My fingers moved deliberately over the fabric, teasing the fully erect buds beneath. The sensitivity was overwhelming; a small gasp slipped from my lips, and Ryker groaned again, a sound I found utterly intoxicating. His noises spurred me on, feeding the playful teasing between us. Though he still wasn’t allowed to touch me, I decided to show him exactly what I liked. After all, this was part of the intimate journey Ben and I had been exploring together.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.