Chapter Four

AVA

I wanted—no, needed —to get out of this party, away from all these people so I could be alone with Ryder. He took my hand and led me out of the building. The cool night did little to soothe my heated skin as we hurried towards his car. He opened the passenger door of the Lexus for me, and I slid onto the leather seat.

I couldn't help but admire his rugged handsomeness as he got into the driver's seat. His chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and athletic build made my body tingle with an eager lust. He started the car's ignition. His hands were big on the wheel. I imagined them on my bare skin, kneading my breasts and spreading my legs apart to rub my hard little clit until I couldn't take it anymore. Desire racked through me. I squeezed my thighs together and already felt a slickness between my legs.

Ryder put his hand on my thigh, his fingers finding the side vent of my dress. I bit back a gasp from the skin-on-skin contact. His masculine energy activated all my sensitive nerve endings. "Where to?"

"Your place?" I suggested, feeling braver than I ever had before.

He put the car into gear without saying a word. The quiet was filled with electricity, buzzing between us like static in the air as he drove. I hardly paid attention to the streetlights as he drove through downtown.

With his free hand, he reached through the slit of my dress, passing my thigh to go to the hot juncture between my legs. I released a tiny breath I didn't know I was holding as his fingers found the center of my silk panties. He pushed the delicate fabric aside and ran his finger along the lips of my labia, stroking them and parting them to touch my clit.

I leaned my head on the seat rest, biting my lip to keep from making noise, while he stroked the bud. The direct contact was almost too much for me to bear. The proof of my need for him created a warm, slippery path for his finger.

"You are so wet." His voice changed when we were alone in the car, away from the mayor's ball. It got low and carried an almost breathless rasp, like he was revealing secrets meant only for me. "How long have you been ready for me, Ava? Tonight, or other times, too?"

His bold question pierced through my sex-laden senses. Was I brave enough to tell him about the past weeks, how I stared at him when he was practicing, watching the sweat drip off his brow and make his shirt cling to his abs? Covering a story was the last thing on my mind when he held me the other day in the gym. "I'm supposed to be covering you, remember?" I barely got the words out as he kept tracing tiny lightning-hot circles on and around my clit. "You go first."

His soft laugh was laced with a dark, sensual tone. "You already know I want you."

The dashboard lights gave me a glimpse of the outline of his erection straining against his pants. All of that... was for me. It took too much of my willpower not to reach across and lay my hand on his thick length. One of us had to concentrate on the road. And it was obvious from the way Ryder could handle both the curves of the road and mine, which one of us was the better multitasker.

He kept on massaging me in a slow, sensual rhythm before building up to a firmer, steady movement. I tilted my hips as he slipped his finger inside me. He pushed against the upper vaginal wall.

As the sweet pressure he put on my G-spot took hold of me, I gripped the armrest of the passenger door. "Ryder." My voice was little more than a moan as I, on reflex, clenched down on his finger. "You're doing this to me here?"

"Enjoy the feelings in your body." His voice was calming, near hypnotic. "Don't fight them."

My shallow breath left little clouds on the passenger side window. I turned my head and looked to Ryder. While he traced tiny rings of fire around my clit, he gave me a quick glance with his flashing eyes before he turned again to the road.

The way he touched me and the sensation of the car as it zipped along the asphalt was like a vibrator on turbo. Ryder soon slowed the car down as we arrived at his place, a sleek, modern luxury home on the quieter side of town. He pulled into the dark driveway, away from the streetlamps and porch lights of neighbors across the cul de sac.

Once the ignition was cut, he put all his focus on me. He inserted a second finger into me. I stared into his gaze, so intense I wanted to look away but couldn't. My eyes closed as he came in for the hard, crushing kiss I craved.

My shoulders pressed against the back of the seat while Ryder maintained his relentless pleasuring of my body. I moved my hand over the gear shift to reach across to his side. His tux jacket was open. My fingers grazed along the front of his shirt, feeling the solid wall of his flat stomach. I ventured down until I felt his stony cock push against the zipper of his pants.

"Don't worry about me." He brought my hand back to my side.

The pressure built inside me. My hips lifted, meeting every thrust from his fingers. "I want you to feel good, too."

"Later." His voice was a dark, promising whisper in my ear. He pressed firm kisses on my lips. "Right now, seeing you like this pleases me." His last words ended in a growl before his tongue swirled in my mouth.

The taste of him was salt and wildness. I wondered what that big cock of his tasted like. My body clenched while his fingers plunged inside me. "Don't laugh, but this isn't like me."

"Why would that make me laugh?" I heard surprise in his response. His facial features, taut with desire, flickered for an instant to reflect the hidden emotion in his eyes. Seeing the vulnerability he revealed in that moment only made me want him more.

"I don't know." It was hard to form coherent sentences while he was stroking me. "Sometimes I feel...like I need...to be on my A game."

"Just sometimes, Ava?" He gave me a knowing, sly look from beneath his eyebrows.

"Fine. Most times. You get it, though, right?"

"I'll tell you what I get. Your hair spread behind you, your thighs open. The sexy smell of you in my car."

His response made my nipples and pussy tighten. I heard his breath catch in his throat as my walls squeezed his fingers. "Ever since you stepped inside the gym with your laptop and long legs, you're all I can think about."

"Could've fooled me."

"I tried." A wicked smile slowly spread across his face. He countered my snarky little comment with a gentle nip on my lower lip and increased his massaging motion on my G-spot. "I thought I could fool myself, too. Big mistake, but I'm going to fix it."

My knees bumped against the glove compartment and the manual shift. My legs were open, as far as the small space on the passenger side would allow. My dress was hiked high over one thigh and flung over to the other side of the seat. I couldn't care less about how indecent I looked at this point, even if it were broad daylight.

Ryder heightened the pressure of his touch. My legs tensed as I teetered on the brink of climax. He pushed his fingers up on my G-spot and I fell over the edge into orgasm. I let out an audible exhale as my body trembled from the ecstasy, feeling heavy and then light.

I watched through near blurred vision as Ryder took his hand out of my panties. His fingers were slick and glistening with the evidence of him stimulating me. I looked at a drop trailing down his finger. "I didn't know I could do that." A bit embarrassed, I tugged my dress back down.

I watched in shock as he put his finger to his mouth and tasted. His eyes half-closed as though he sampled a delicacy. "You taste like sugar and sex. I want more of you."

He wasted no time getting me out of the car. I was buzzed without the alcohol. My senses hummed from the orgasm, my body still felt it in small waves.

Ryder took my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine in a tight grip. "Come with me," he murmured, a hint of command in his voice. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the roughness of his tone, a thrill of excitement mixed with apprehension.

Even as I experienced the lingering effects of my climax, a new wave of need pushed through me. I wanted more of Ryder, more than his touch. Could I desire more than I could possibly handle?

He led me through the front hall of his house, his hand never leaving mine. Finally, we came to a door, and Ryder pushed it open, revealing the bedroom. As we stepped inside, he closed the door behind us, turning to face me. In the dim lighting, I could see the lust behind his eyes, a raw need that matched my own. His fingers brushed against my cheek, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us.

He pressed his lips to my mouth. His tongue swept inside. Heat trailed from his body, infusing with my skin. I stepped out of my heels. "My dress." I murmured against his lips. "Take it off."

His hands moved around the zipper at my lower back. I felt the velvet loosen until the dress fell away. Ryder halted his hands in mid-action, his gaze focused on my body. "Ava, you're gorgeous." As he trailed kisses down my neck, I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the passion building inside me.

He unhooked my strapless bra and tossed it aside. As he took my small breasts in his hands, he teased the nipples, causing them to harden beneath his touch. I arched my back, offering myself up to him. His back muscles flexed beneath my fingers as I clung to him, wanting him to explore this new arena of our relationship.

As he worked his way down my body, kissing every inch of my bare skin, I found myself losing control. I needed him, needed to feel him inside of me.

The back of my knees touched the bedframe. It didn't take long for him to work his way down my body. I heard his breath speed up. A fine sheen of sweat shone on his brow. His passion and desire radiated from him as he kissed every part of me, handling me with tenderness, as though I would disappear the second he took his lips away.

I wasn't going anywhere else tonight but his bed.

He made his way down my body, kissing and nibbling at my breasts and my tummy. It was a pure tease after a while, but I loved every second of it. He pulled my wet panties off and pushed my legs apart, and I felt his hot breath on me, followed by his soft lips. He kissed me like the most delicate of flower petals.

When I felt his tongue on my clit, I gasped and dug my fingers into his hair. His tongue flicked over the bud, toying with me, before he dipped his tongue between my vaginal lips. I ached for him, moaning, as he pressed his tongue against my entrance. I arched my back and stretched my hand in search of something to grab onto. I felt his lips spread as he grinned against my pussy and withdrew his tongue before returning it to my clit.

The delicious torture continued until I thought I wouldn't be able to take much more. My knees were weak as I sank onto the bed. I reached for him, sliding back on the mattress. He tossed his jacket to the floor and worked his bowtie loose. I hurried to unbutton his shirt.

When I spread his shirt open, I ran my hands over his chest, feeling every ridge and valley. He stood again, and I reached for his belt.

The belt dropped to the floor, followed by his pants, before he climbed onto the bed and lay beside me, propped up on his elbow. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, the way his eyes roamed over me. I pulled him down to me. I needed his skin on mine.

"You're so impatient." He kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. "I like it, almost as much as I like making you wait."

My impatience turned him on; I knew that much. I reached for his rock-hard cock, wrapping my fingers around it and stroking the hot length. "I'm getting a big hint you don't want to wait too long."

He growled low in his throat. He followed my cues, removing his shirt. I ran a finger around the head of his cock. I wanted to take him in my mouth, but he seemed to have other ideas. He pulled me up, his cock sliding up and down my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on me. He flipped me onto my stomach, and I buried my face in the pillows. I spread my legs for him, and I felt his fingertips on my pussy. The silkiness of his touch sent shivers through my body.

I felt the head of his cock against my wet entrance. He teased me by sliding the head along my inner lips. I rested my cheek on the pillows and bit my lip to keep from begging him to fuck me.

I felt him position himself, and then I heard the tear of the condom wrapper. I waited, breathing shallow, for him to enter me, to give me the final release that I desired so badly. I arched my back as the tip of his cock slid into me.

"You're so tight." He groaned as he filled me.

He paused, allowing me to adjust to him before he began to thrust. It was as if he knew what I needed, because he slowly worked into me, thrusting and retreating, then faster and harder. His thighs smacked against my ass, and I groaned in response to the sound and the pleasure that it caused. He slid a hand down and worked my clit as he fucked me. I felt my pussy squeeze his cock as he slid in and out of me. Another orgasm left my body shattered. My moans were muffled into the pillow as I collapsed on it. I felt his hand slip away from me, but I didn't care. I reached behind me, my fingers sliding over his muscular thighs, to find his balls. I cupped them in my hand, feeling their weight. I could tell that he liked it by the way he inhaled.

He moved his hand back between my legs and thrust harder, his cock stretching me. I felt my nipples against the sheets, hard against the soft cotton. I ground my ass into him as he fucked me hard, gliding in and out.

He slid his cock out and shifted positions, rolling me onto my back. He grabbed my knees and spread my legs, exposing my sex to him. I observed as he put my legs over his shoulders. Then he slipped his cock back into me.

"Ah." All I could do was gasp with pleasure as his lovemaking enveloped my body. He held both of my hands down, thrusting into me almost savagely now. Most of my lower body was off the bed. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, and his muscles tensed. His breath came out in fast pants as he reached his climax.

I lay there, catching my breath while he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Then he collapsed on the bed beside me, pulling me close to him. He turned us so that we were on our sides.

Exhausted and satisfied, I barely registered him pulling the covers over us. But just before I fell asleep, I did feel the light brush of his lips as he kissed my forehead.