“Come again, Aspen. Come on my cock,” I command.
“Yes! Harder!” she cries.
Holy shit, she wants more. So I pound her harder, at rapid speed, slamming into her like a jackhammer, never letting up, never relenting, showing her what I’m capable of. Showing her what she can have, anytime she wants.
“Ryker! I’m going to come! Oh my god!”
I gather all my power and strength, smashing the orgasm out of her. She explodes, her legs stiffening as her orgasm washes through her body in epic tidal waves.
I don’t wait even a second before my load explodes into her, filling her with my cum, and my orgasm sucks everything out of me. I gasp for air as a final spasm shoots the last bit out.
I collapse on top of her, crushing her with my weight, as my sweaty chest rests on her soft breasts. She doesn’t complain. After a moment, I lean up and pull out of her. I take off the condom, tie the end of it and toss it aside. I lay down next to her, my arm extended for her to crawl into, and we still have no words. I close my arms around her, and our breathing calms into a gentle rhythm, in sync with one another. I stroke her silky hair with my fingertips, marveling at its softness as a wave of peacefulness washes through me, and we relax into our afterglow.
A minute goes by, and lying on the ground gets uncomfortable. I lean up on my elbow, looking down on her. “That’s what I meant when I said I wanted your pie.”
22
Aspen
I look into Ryker’s eyes, and I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of me. “You’re crazy, you know that?” I say and shove his shoulder playfully.
That man just made my DNA sing. I could pretend that I didn’t know what I was doing when I drove over to his house, but I had to see him. I wanted to. I didn’t like how we left things at the auction, and by the time I went to find him, his dad said he’d gone home. So, I asked him for Ryker’s address, which he was more than happy to provide, and here I am.
When Ryker opened the door, and his eyes were filled with so much heat and longing, a calm voice, deep down inside my soul, urged me, “Yes.”
“That was… intense,” I say, and my eyes grow wide as I replay in my mind the thrashing Ryker just savaged on my pussy. “I might be sore for a week.”
He twists a lock of my hair around his finger and says, “God, I hope it’s not that long before I can have you again. I’m almost ready to take you again now.” He smiles and leans his face closer to mine. “I’ll be gentle.” He softly kisses my lips, and even those are thrashed.
I don’t know how he did it, but the man has cast a spell on me. I’d cry foul play. Or bemoan my own weakness. But the main thing I’m feeling with Ryker right now is strength. A bond. We sit up, and I look around, looking at our evening wear piled sexily on the floor, like a morning after shot in a perfume ad in a fashion magazine. I giggle. We never even made it past the hallway.
Then, his eyes cast a hint of shadow, and he says, “So… I’m surprised you came out here.”
“Me too, I guess. But, well, I’d wanted to see you before the night was over, seeing as how I never have time to get out. I was the one who was surprised, when you left the auction without saying goodbye.” I blush as I say it.
He stands up and picks up my thong and dress. The shadow on his face is larger now as he hands them to me. Then he picks up his clothes, and we get dressed.
It feels awkward now.
He seems guarded and distant, and my defenses go up. “Why did you leave the auction early?” I ask, and before he answers, my skin prickles as the room suddenly seems cold. Did he just get what he wanted from me and that’s it? Is this my send off?
Didn’t he just mention wanting to have me again?
Or was that just the afterglow talking? Or maybe he was just saying that to be nice.
“I was mad at you tonight,” he says, his flashing green eyes challenging mine.
My eyebrows furrow. “Mad at me? What the hell for?” I snap, and the last remnant of bliss from a moment ago slips from my grasp. “You’re the one who was being unreasonable.”
“I didn’t like how friendly you were when you were ‘networking,’” he says, using air quotes.
I gasp, offended. “What the fuck, Ryker?”
He flinches and then closes his eyes. “It pissed me off, Aspen! You were going from man to man, networking,” he says, again, a sneer coating the word.
“So? I was drumming up business for The Rose. That’s what businesspeople do. We work. We network. I’m not surprised your lazy ass doesn’t know anything about that!” I walk to the table by the door and grab my purse.
He flinches again. “You know nothing about me!” he yells. “But what I know about you is that you’re obsessed and have a one-track mind to get what you want!”
His words slap my face, and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My blood pounds so hard in my ears, they feel like they’re going to pop. “I know that you’re a jealous oaf who has no right to be jealous. I didn’t belong to you then! I don’t, I mean!” I stand there, my legs shaky, from both the anger streaking through me, and from the Spartan-level sex.
“What the hell’s gotten into you, Ryker? Why are you acting this way?” I
