Chapter 9

NINE

KYLE

He makes me feel uncomfortable,but not in a creepy way, in a way where I know he's going to challenge me. I've never been challenged before. I don't know how I feel about it, but for whatever reason, my belly flutters with anticipation.

Gnaw releases his grasp on my throat, his hand falling away, but it doesn't go far. His arm wraps around my waist before he tugs me against his chest. I don't protest at all because I love the way his strong body feels pressed to mine.

His hand slides up the center of my back as his head dips, and then I feel his mouth touch mine. There is silence, but when his tongue slips inside of me, when it swirls around mine, the silence breaks.

It's like a bubble that bursts.

Bright colors flash before my eyelids. His hand on my back slowly slides down to my ass as he breaks the kiss. Whimpering, I can't open my eyes. I don't want to. I want to feel his body against mine… his naked body.

Gripping the hem of his shirt, I gently guide it up his chest. He lifts his head, taking a step backward as he shrugs off his leather vest. I watch as he hangs it on the knob of the door, then he lifts his arm and reaches behind his neck and tugs his shirt off.

My breath hitches.

Seeing his body is almost too much. I've never been this close to a man who looks like him in my entire life. I mean, Xavier is no slouch, but this—the lean muscles stacked on lean muscles, the tattoos all over his chest—I knew he had them. I just knew it. And I want to lick them all.

Gnaw's tongue slips out and slides across his bottom lip as his eyes move up and down the length of my body. He grins, reaching for his belt buckle, and I hear the clanking sound of him undoing it. I can't look, though. His eyes have me completely and totally frozen—arrested in my spot.

"Take your tank off," he demands.

Squeezing my thighs together, I try to hold back the shiver from his demand.

It doesn't work.

I shiver.

It's hot.

Reaching for the hem of my tight tank, I slowly shift it up my body. My belly trembles as I expose it to the cool air of the room, but I think it's more because he's staring at me. He looks so amazing, and I am not cut at all, so I can only imagine what he's thinking as he sees me in the flesh.

Pinching my eyes closed, I take the tank top completely off and toss it on the floor somewhere behind me. Gnaw grunts, but I still can't open my eyes. I'm standing in this room in my bra and tight pants, knowing that I do not look as sexy as this man in front of me.

And he's looking at me.

He, without a doubt, can pull a ten, and I'm only a seven on a good day. He grunts again. This time, I feel his hand on the center of my chest. "Open your eyes, baby," he murmurs.

Forcing my eyes to open, I find his gaze with my own. "Gnaw," I exhale.

"You're fucking stunning," he states.

I open my mouth to tell him that I'm really not, but he shakes his head once, effectively shutting me up. Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to breathe evenly without showing him just how much he affects me, but I fail.

My entire body is trembling, and I feel the backs of Gnaw's fingers slide against my belly. "Please," I whimper.

"Please?" he murmurs.

Shaking my head, I try to make sense of the word, but right now, I just want him to touch me. I would say anything, but please sounds like the best choice. His fingers slip beneath the waist of my jeans, even though I don't really have enough room in them for his hand because they're so tight.

He unceremoniously pops the button of my jeans, then tugs the zipper down before he pushes them past my ass. I shimmy out of them the rest of the way, kicking my shoes off as I do.

If I could undress faster, I would. Or if I could make my clothes just vanish, I think I would like that superpower. But now I'm standing in front of Gnaw in just my panties and bra. He doesn't respond immediately, and I start to feel uncomfortable, but in a different way, beneath his gaze.

"Yes," I say. "Please."

"I'll never make you beg, baby," he says, then he pauses, and his lips twitch into a smirk. "At least not unless we're in bed and you're on the verge of coming. I might make you beg then," he murmurs.

I have to press my thighs together again, just thinking about begging to come. I bet he could make me, too. Come and beg. More than once. I can't remember the last time I even had an orgasm.

Before I can ask him any details, before I can beg again, it's as if whatever string had been holding his control in place snaps. He rushes me. Gnaw's hands grip my waist tightly before he picks me up and carries me over to the bed.

I expect him to stop when he reaches the side of the bed, but he doesn't. Instead, he turns me to the side, my ass landing against the soft mattress before he pushes me across, only stopping when my back slams against the headboard.

His hips fit between mine. His mouth slams against my own in a hard kiss, his tongue fills me, and I melt.

Completely and totally melt.

I want him to touch me everywhere, immediately. If I could demand it, I think I would. Right here. Right now. It's been years since I actually wanted a man inside of me, but I want him—like I've never wanted anyone or anything before.

I feel his finger hook the center of my panties, and then the head of his length is right there.

Right. There.

GNAW

I should eat her first.Taste her the way I've been wanting to. But I don't think I can hold back from being inside of her a second longer. Next time, I'll have more control. Next time, I'll be able to take care of her a bit better.

But right now, I'm going to be a selfish asshole because I can't go another minute without feeling her body.

Reaching down, I lace my fingers with hers, lifting them above her head and slamming the backs of them against the wall right before I bury my cock deep inside her body. She gasps, lifting her legs, pressing her shins against my rib cage as I sink a little deeper.

Her eyes are wide as she watches me, her lips parted and swollen from my kiss. My knees sink into the mattress as I begin to move—taking my time. Slow and steady, my gaze connected with hers.

Not in a million years did I think that fucking someone would make me feel this way. I don't even know how to describe the sensations flowing throughout my entire body right now. I feel like my entire body is on fire, the best, hottest fire on fucking earth.

Gripping her fingers with mine, shifting my hips, I feel her body, every fucking inch of her. She's warm and wet, ready for more, but I'm going to try to take my time. I want both of us to enjoy every moment of this.

Every single second.

"Gnaw," she rasps.

I hum, shifting my head forward and touching my mouth to hers. Rolling my hips, I grind my pelvis against her clit as I slip my tongue inside her mouth. I fuck her mouth with my tongue at the same slow, lazy tempo that I fuck her cunt with my dick.

My lower back tingles, and I know I'm drawing closer to my release, but at the same time, I have to bite back the loss of control. I must hold on to that control, even if it's just a simple thread.

I want Kyle to come first. I am not very gentlemanly in life, except for this one thing.

Her legs tremble, and I can feel them against my rib cage. This position must be difficult to hold. She's all screwed up like a pretzel, but it feels amazing. Breaking the kiss, I keep my mouth against hers, just breathing as I move in and out of her body, feeling how absolutely out of this world this moment is.

She whimpers against my lips. I swallow the sound. Then she moans, and as she does, I feel her pussy flutter around me. She gasps, her head falling back and bouncing off the wall. My fingers grip hers even tighter, and I take this as my signal to allow myself to come.

And I do.

I fuck her hard and fast, my hips losing all rhythm. She cries out, her voice bouncing off the motel room walls, and if there were anyone next door, they would, without a doubt, hear her.

I wish there were.

That shit would be hot as fuck, knowing that people could hear just how good I can make her feel.

Yeah, I'm that kind of dick.

I want the world to know how fucking good I am. It's an arrogant thing. Cocky as fuck. But that's who I am. I always win. And in bed is no different. Even when I'm not patient enough to take my time, I will always win.

This morning, winning means Kyle comes—hard.

Her fingers flex against mine, and then it happens. She lets out a long moan, her entire body stiffening, and then she slumps, but I'm holding her up, so she doesn't go far.

I continue to move inside of her hard and fast, chasing my own release. Growling, I come as her pussy pulses around my dick, over and over—she milks me, every fucking ounce of cum out of my body.

I collapse against her, rest my forehead against hers, but I keep her hands up above her head with my own, and my hips pressed against hers, my softening cock still buried as deep as it can be inside of her.

"Gnaw," she breathes.

"No," I state.

Her body stiffens.

"Rider. That's my name," I say and smile as her body relaxes again.

"Rider," she repeats in a whisper. "I like that a lot better than Gnaw."

Lifting my head, I look down at her and watch as her nose scrunches. It's cute as fuck, and I chuckle, which causes me to slip from her body. I'm sure she's sore being in this position, so I use the moment to back away from her and release her hands.

Shifting to the side of the bed, I throw my legs over the edge and take a moment to just breathe. Burying my face in my hands, I try to catch my breath in the silence, and once I can see straight again, I look over my shoulder to the bed.

Kyle is still leaning against the headboard, except she's got a sheet pulled all the way up to her chin. Grinning, I turn a little to face her, then reach out to cup her cheek. Her breath hitches at the touch.

"Let's get some sleep, baby," I rasp.

"Together?" she asks on a whisper.

My lips twitch into a smirk. "Yeah, Kyle—together."

A few moments later, Kyle is naked, and we're in bed together. Turning to my side, I wrap my arm around her and pull her against my chest, her ass nestling against my cock. I slide my hand up her belly, then her chest, where I curl my fingers around her tit, enjoying the way her soft flesh feels against my palm.

It feels like it happens in an instant. My eyes close, and I fall asleep. I don't think I've ever fallen asleep so fast in my whole fucking life, but being with this woman, her soft body in my arms, it feels comfortable.