“Ryker. Honey… I’m gonna come.”
“Come on my big cock, baby. Let me feel your pussy quiver,” he says, and he picks up his tempo, both with his thrusts and his finger on my clit, and—wham!—I slam right into that peak again… that glorious, thrilling, climactic peak, and I scream his name. “Ryker!” I don’t care who can hear me. Oh my god, the pleasure sings through my body as I come so hard on his cock, just like he commanded.
“Ryker,” I breathe.
As I finish my orgasm, he puts his hands back on my waist and continues fucking me in a mad, deep frenzy. Desperate to release his seed in me. “Aspen…” he says, reeling with ecstasy as he grunts like a beast and starts coming hard inside me.
His thrusts slow down, but the intensity is still coursing through his twitching body, so he waits a moment and doesn’t pull out yet. I feel him straighten up behind me, his cock still in me, moaning his appreciation.
He slowly slides his cock out of me, and I turn around and lie back on the bed, watching him as he takes off the shriveled condom filled with his cum.
“I’m… speechless,” I say, and he gives me a sexy chuckle. He lies back down on the bed, on his back, opening his arm for me to join him. I snuggle in and drape a leg over him and my arm over his chest. I take a deep breath. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me, pulling me in tighter.
And in this moment, everything seems clear and safe. Clear that I want to be with him. Safe that I can trust him.
I didn’t expect this. A man in my life right now. But here we are, and it’s right. I know it is. My heart is calm, my body relaxed, and my brain is surprisingly confident about this new direction. I have somebody to share everything with. A person to work toward my goals with, to share the good and the bad.
I exhale and close my eyes, enjoying this drugged bliss that’s soothing the nerves I fried this past year. He squeezes me, as though he can read my mind, and he understands. I look up at him and kiss his lips. I run my fingers through his hair, and then I lean up on my elbow and cup his face, looking right at him.
“I’m glad you came to get me.”
26
Ryker
A month ago, I never would have guessed in a million years that my life would be what it is today… my days deep in patent applications, and my nights deep in Aspen.
She’s a dream come true.
I’m spending my days at the law firm working with my dad. We’re having a great time. We bounce ideas off each other, strategize, and I’m kicking ass for his Blackstar client. I’ve been able to add value to the firm, and my chest swells with the pride.
I think a lot about Dad’s comment about juice and being excited to wake up every day. And, as I wake up each morning with my arm around Aspen at her condo, I get my first taste of her. And then, when I drive to the law office, my fingers playfully tap the steering wheel to the beat of whatever music I’m listening to. I have a permanent grin on my face.
No more floundering. I’m driven, from the moment I wake, until the moment I close my eyes to sleep. And I’m sleeping. Gone are the nights of lying awake or going to the gym at 2:00 a.m.
Aspen and I have quickly fallen into a comfortable routine. We kiss goodbye each morning and head to work. She spends her mornings at the bistro and afternoons working on fixing up The Rose. I sometimes work late. I’ve been working out hard, in preparation for my upcoming Spartan race. Sometimes I go to the gym after work, if I didn’t have time to go during the day. And then, I either take her out for dinner, or I meet her at the bistro and help her in the kitchen making pies. I’m getting good at the crust part, and now she lets me roll out the dough.
My first pie came out lopsided, but under her excellent tutelage, I’ve improved my pie-making skills. And it’s fun that she lets me help. The woman who prided herself on never letting a man help her is letting me help her make her signature pies! Though sometimes, my helping means we take longer to finish. There’s nothing hotter than taking her from behind, her ass up in the air, her luscious body bent over the stainless steel counter as it bangs against the wall.
When she complained about possible health code violations, we thoroughly cleaned and disinfected the kitchen. So the next night, she rode me in one of the booths in the dining area. The streetlights filtering in through the closed blinds painted parallel lines of shadow that contoured her naked body like a noir detective novel.
Another time, we fucked on one of the spinning, high-top stools at the bar in the restaurant. Hilarity ensued, but it proved dangerous… honestly, not sure what we were thinking with that one.
Actually, I do know. We’re both constantly horny as fuck for each other.
So, we’re both busy, but we’re also both finding time for each other. We exchange lusty text messages throughout the day. I see it as part of my boyfriend duty to make her wet and wanting all day, so the minute she sees me at night, she spreads her legs. One night, she made it back to her place before I did, and when I arrived, she was waiting for me in bed, naked, her legs spread, her fingers touching her wet pussy, ready to get fucked.
And she enjoys getting me worked up all day, too. Damn, that woman has sent some text messages that would make a sailor blush.
