Arch

Chapter 32

I roll onto my side and wince a little. I stretch and wince again at the muscle ache. My arse is on fire, and I can still feel every ridge of his cock inside me, but it feels fucking amazing. I'm confused, but not about my feelings for him. If anything, it all feels so right. In fact, I don't ever think anything has felt so perfect in my entire life.

I have aches in muscles I didn't know I had. Fuck. I know he held back, and I want the chance to feel him lose himself fully. I want the dirty talk I heard in the shower block. I want that Ryder, the ruthless, relentless man I know him to be, and I want him to ride me like he rides his bikes, balls to the walls and full throttle. I hear the shower running, and I bite my lip. I know I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, but I need him again. I need to do that again, and most of all, I need ‘him' again.

I slide off the bed, still wincing, but head to the bathroom and push through the door. He turns to look at me, and I grin sheepishly at him.

"It's been ten minutes." I grin at him and then step forward. His eyes flare with heat, and he glares at me as I step into the shower.

"Arch, you need a break. You're gonna be sore as fuck and…" I kiss him hard and run my hand down his body.

"I heard you fuck a guy in a shower block once. I want you to fuck me like that."

"Arch…" His voice comes out strained. I lean in and kiss him, sliding my hand around his dick and stroking it.

"Arch, trust me, you don't need that yet."

Groaning, I say, "I do, I need that now."

"I don't have any condoms in here," he says.

"We're both clean. We had the medical when we got here."

"Arch." He sighs.

"Ryder." I cup and tug on his balls and slide my hand back up and down his shaft.

"You're playing with fire, princess."

I grin at him. "I like it when you call me that."

"Ahh, you do, do you?" I nod and bite my lip as I lean up and kiss him again.

"Is it bad I kinda wanna be burned by you?"

He pushes me back against the shower wall, and I gasp at the cold bite to my skin when every inch of me is on fire. "You need to walk first, princess. Trust me, you'll feel a lot differently tomorrow when you're on that bike." He chuckles and steps out of the shower. I sag against the wall, but I understand. For him, it was probably a one-off, but for me, it unlocked so many feelings that I can't help but think I'm already falling in love with him. I scrub myself till I'm red raw, but I still crave his touch. When I finally head to the room, I hear his soft breaths. He's already asleep. I go to put my pyjamas on but think better of it, and I stand there for a second before I walk naked over to his bed and slide in. He shifts in his sleep, and I slide my back towards him. I gasp when he reaches out and pulls me to his chest. He kisses my shoulder.

He pulls me tighter, sliding his arm under my neck before whispering, "Sleep, princess." And I do.