13. Berkley

I'm warm, warmer than I usually am when I'm in bed. Add in the fact that there's a hand holding my breast and a hard cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass. I'm not complaining, especially because I know they belong to Ryder.

It sucked that he came over dead to the world last night, and that he was so exhausted we barely whispered good night. His hours are definitely on the weird side, but I see how Aspen and Jasper make it work, and his are even worse. We'll make this work no matter what time Ryder makes it in.

"Ryder." My voice is still scratchy with sleep. I moan as he rocks his hips into mine, his fingers pinching my taut nipples.

"Morning, sugar." He moves our bodies until I'm lying flat on my back and wedges his hips between my legs. I let out another moan. My eyes are already rolling back as I feel all kinds of ecstasy coursing through my body.

"This has to be the best way ever to wake up." I arch up into him. It causes my shirt to ride up, the undersides of my breasts showing now.

"Fuck yeah, it is." Ryder's hands mold to my abdomen then cage my breasts.

"Are you finally making good on all these promises?" I bat my eyelashes at him, overexaggerating.

"You have no idea what you're in for, Berkley. You sure about this?" He might have asked, but his pointer fingers are grazing my skin underneath my shirt, touching my nipples, pulling up my shirt even more. I moan in response, causing him to snap into action. My shirt is whipped over my head, and Ryder's mouth seeks mine, neither of us caring about morning breath, what we look like, or if we're moving too fast. We're not. When you know, you know.

"I'm ready for this, for us, all of it." My hand cups the side of his cheek. That's when Ryder attacks, his mouth on mine, his bare chest rubbing against my own. He dominates my body, the way he's caging me in, while he's down on his forearms, my hand still holding on to him.

"You're fucking perfect," he grumbles, pulling away. Hot, wet kisses are blazing a path down my neck, then to my breasts, licking and nipping. My hips never stop moving. Ryder's doing much the same. The one time I decide to wear clothes to bed will be the last time.

"Off." My hands find the top of his shorts, which, let me tell you, I may have only gotten a glimpse of his hard body, but feeling it all night, I can probably tell you every single nuance of his washboard abs. It took a lot not to drag my hands down further, trailing that light dusting of a happy trail.

"Not yet. We get our shorts off, and it'll be over before it's started, and Berkley, I need another taste. It's been too fucking long." Who am I to tell this man no? Something I have a feeling will never happen.

"God, the way you make me feel. This time though, I'm returning the favor." Ryder sits back on his haunches, the black shorts giving away just how hard he is.

"Not something I'm worried about, sugar." I help him by lifting my hips as he takes the offending pair of shorts off me.

Ryder lifts my legs, kissing one ankle as he places it on his shoulder, doing the same to the other. Then he's face first in my center, licking and sucking at my clit. The way he's working me up is fast and hard, nothing like last night, but still so fucking amazing.

"God, already? This is pathetic," I mumble incoherently, my thighs locking around his head, my body holding him in a vice as I'm worked higher and higher.

"Not fast enough." He barely lets go to tell me before going back to working me up.

I slam my head back, grip my pillows, and fall over the edge moaning Ryder's name. My eyes slam shut, and I swear to God stars are shining brightly beneath them. Ryder slowly brings me down, and when he kisses the inside of my thighs, I know he's finally coming up for air, mostly my fault with the way my body locked onto his.

My eyes slowly open when I feel his presence looming over me. His shorts somehow disappeared while I was enjoying coming down off my high.

"You okay?"

"Never better." My hand wraps around his thick cock. My fingertips don't even meet. That's how thick he is, not to mention his length. Jesus, taking him in my mouth is going to be work. Not gagging will be an even bigger job.

"Fuck, Berkley. You do much more of that, and I won't last to get inside your tight pussy," he grunts, his body moving with every stroke. His hand wraps around mine, giving me guidance as to what he likes.

"I wouldn't be upset if you painted my body with your cum."

"Fuck yes, and that will happen one day, but not today. Birth control?" I line his cock up to the entrance of my center.

"Shot. I take it every three months." I coat his tip with my wetness.

"Yep, not gonna last long." This time it's him who moans.

"Good thing we have all day." Another plus he mentioned quickly when he called.

He doesn't reply. Instead, he slowly slides inside me, taking his torturously sweet time. Ryder grabs my hands, pulling them up and over my head. He leans into me once he's fully seated inside me, swiveling his hips and grinding down at the same time. Our fingers are laced together the entire time as we move together slowly, almost too slowly.

"Let it build, sugar. It'll be ten times better." Ryder's face is full of pleasure, eyes heavily lidded while he licks his lower lip. I want my tongue tracing his. I lean up. He sees what I'm after and dips his head to meet me. Our kiss is much like our lovemaking is right now, slow and deep.

"Ryder," I purr between our kisses, my legs hiking up higher on his back, the heels of my feet digging into his firm ass, all while I move my hips in sync with his.

"Yeah, I feel you, Berkley. Tightening on me, ready to come all over my cock. I'm going to come so deep inside you, you'll feel me for days," he groans, picking up the pace. The culmination of our bodies moving as one, the kiss, his words, it pulls me under, and I come on a loud whimper.

Ryder isn't far behind me. Another pump of his hips, and I feel him. All of him. It's the best feeling in the world.

"Kissed you more times than I can count, tasted you twice, been inside you once, and I'm fucking addicted. You're mine, Berkley. Forever."

"I'm yours, Ryder, all yours." He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him, both of us too tired to move another inch. This right here, it's the happiest I've ever been, and it's because I have Ryder by my side.