Stealing Ryder (18 page)

Chapter 16

Harper

             
He hugged me. He pulled me tight into his arms, and hugged the crap out of me. I grabbed him and pulled him deeper into my arms. I was wrong. I was a stubborn mule who clearly was too high-maintenance for my own good. I needed to get ahold of my emotions because they were getting the best of me.

I protected my heart because that’s what my past told me to do.
I thought,
protect it, otherwise you’ll be in a vulnerable situation that might lead to going to jail, or some other crazy shit.
That’s why I learned to run away. I thought I fixed it too, but I guess I didn’t. I needed to know that Ryder was here to save me, not hurt me. He really is my knight in shining armor, no matter how corny that sounds.

“I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

I knew this was quick and abrupt, but I knew I was wrong. It was not right for me to push Ryder away just because of my own insecurities. I knew the criticism I might get from someone watching this scenario, and I don’t care what they have to say. Sometimes, you just know when you’re wrong and you fix the problem. In this case, I was completely and totally in the wrong. I hurt Ryder in a way that’s unexplainable. He cried over
me.
Over
me!

How could I have ever stooped to such a low level that someone would cry over me because of what I did
? I felt awful about myself. This wasn’t who I wanted to turn out to be. Ryder talking about his family got me thinking about my own. I didn’t want to end up like my family either, who pushed their daughter away when their daughter needed them the most. But, that’s exactly what I was doing to Ryder. I was pushing him away when we needed each other the most. He was my one and only. There was no more pushing or shoving. He was mine and here to stay.

“I love you. This is all my fault
, really,” I told him with tears exploding from my eyes.

“I’m n
othing without you, Harper. You own me in every way imaginable.” He whispered seductively in my ear, then pulled me even tighter against him if that was even possible.

We were smushed together like a sandwich on the couch. I was crying
, and he was holding me close. I hadn’t imagined this day would turn out like this, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.  This is who we were, stuck together forever.

He slowly pulled my face towards his
, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I felt like I was being touched for the first time. The electricity shot through my core and sent shockwaves of delight dancing through my body. I was electrified by his touch. And just like that, I pulled his face in deeper, more passionately, as our tongues began to explore.

Just as he pulled in, he pulled away.

“I love you, Harper Mae. Please tell me you’ll be mine…forever.”

There was really no good way to answer that but with one short word.

“Always.”

I loved this man more than I c
ould tell you, more than I could speak. It didn’t make sense, but I just knew I did. Shit, I was going to have to call Skye and tell her all of this. I needed to apologize to her again. She was right, and I’m so glad she forced me to sit down and listen to her, because I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.  I immediately made a mental note to call her tomorrow and apologize for being a total bitch to her.

“Baby?” Ryder asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” I responded.

“I love you.”

And those three words determined our future. A future we were going to have together.

I pushed my way towards him
, and shoved him back on the couch, meeting my lips with his again. I felt the velvety moistness of his touch as I caressed his lips with mine. It was so amazing to feel his actual body instead of imagining it in my head.

I blushed and Ryder looked at me puzzled.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.

“I was just thinking of something embarrassing
,” I confessed.

“What is it? Tell me.” He started to sit up straight, but my arms pushed him back down.

“When we were on our break,” I paused, turning red in the cheeks from imagining how I was going to say this.

“Well?” he questioned when my pause extended.

“When we were on our break, I just…kind of…decided one day that I missed you. I missed your touch, so I closed my eyes, and imagined you touching me.”

He looked completely puzzled.

“I started to…you know? Well, I started to touch myself…down there.” I stumbled over my words, not able to get it all to come out.

“You masturbated?!” Ryder
looked completely shocked. It was so abnormal for me to do something like that so I shocked him. He rolled onto the floor, unaware of how to react to the whole situation.

“I don’t know what’s so
shocking.” I huffed, getting down on the floor to push him because I was angry that his mouth was still open wide.

“No, baby. No, no
. I am shocked because you got so red over that. I think it’s fuckin’ sexy. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, so don’t worry!” He continued chuckling to himself, but pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and we sat there on the floor where I was fake–pouting, and he had the biggest smile that spread from ear-to-ear.

“I think it’s
super sexy actually.” He said, taking my lip between his and biting down slowly.

Once again
, we were at it. Our lips did our typical dance, shooting electric shocks down through me. But I was hungry, and craving more. I needed to feel him against me.

I slowly pulled off his shirt and rubbed my hands down his abs. Yes, this was definitely better than imaging them. This man was mine…all mine
, and I had him here with me. I felt a swelling in my center and knew immediately I needed to touch him deeper, further, and more passionately. I raked my fingernails down his chest, leaving a trail of red marks, but this only made him moan.

“Oh baby, you wanna play rough?”
he mused.

Grabbing my ass, he got up from the floor and carried me to the bed
room. He threw me onto the bed, which excited and surprised me. I was anxious and nervous to see what he had in store. He threw himself on top of me and let his erection in his pants rub against me as he kissed me ferociously.

I groaned in pleasure and thrust m
y tongue deeper into the depths of his mouth, exploring ferociously. He gently moved his hands to pull off my shirt, which exposed my simple black lace bra. Thankfully, I decided to wear one of my push up bras today.

I looked up at him
, and a seductive smile danced across his face. He was so turned on, and we both were trying desperately to continue with this foreplay, but we were in dire need of the main event. We were hungry for each other, but Ryder just rubbed his jeans against my bare thighs, grinding into me. We were dry-humping each other, as I took my ankles and put them behind his back, locking them in place. I needed more of this game we were playing. This wasn’t enough.

I moved his hands down closer to the hem of my shorts, and pushed them down into my panties. He was a little shocked at the bluntness
of the moving, but he obliged. I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to give him something that he didn’t expect.

“Wait here.” I stopped him
, and he looked completely puzzled.

Poor guy probably th
ought he was getting blue balls, but little did he know…

I ran to my closet and pulled something out of a box in the back
. Then I proceeded to scoot my boot to the kitchen and pulled something out from the refrigerator. I ran back into the bedroom and stared mischievously at my man.

“What do you have there, my love?”
he asked with an arched brow.

I threw the handcuffs
to him, and the whipped cream that I pulled out, and seductively prowled my way up towards him.

“Oh. Fuck
,” he growled and grabbed me, thrusting my hands above my head.

He slipped on
e cuff over my left hand, and then closed the other cuff over my right. My hands were trapped above my head, and it felt so incredibly sexy to give him the control. I wanted him to be my master tonight.

“Oh yeah
, baby. You will be mine tonight.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me down towards the edge of the bed.
He pulled off my bra and slipped off the rest of his clothes. He was standing there in all his glory. His body was that of a walking god. That’s where he grabbed the can of whipped cream and opened it. He continued to stare at me with his ice blue eyes, deep into my soul. As the cap popped off, he started shaking the bottle.

Then he slowly lowered the t
ip of the nozzle between my breasts.

“
I’ll be taking this off,” he said matter-of-factly, pointing to my bra.

He unclasped the front hook and
pulled it off quickly, letting my perky tits bounce free.

That is when I felt the cool
, moist fluff pour onto my nipples. I heard the swirling sound of the whipped cream, looked down, and saw the trail he painted. Each breast was covered, and there was a slight trail that went from the top of my tits down the middle of my stomach.

He proceeded to unbutton my shorts and pulled them off, taking my underwear with him. He continued putting whipped cream on me, cov
ering me all the way down to my center with whipped cream.

“Mmm, baby. I think I am craving some whipped cream. Can I lick this off you?” he
asked, while slicking his tongue around his lips as if he was salivating at the sight of me tied up and covered in whipped cream.

“Please
,” I begged.

He pulled his lips down onto my left breast and circled his tongue around the whipped cream, licking it desperately. He
flicked his tongue around them, nibbling down slightly. He then followed the trail he created for himself, which lead to the other breast. This time he grabbed my other tit and massaged it furiously while he licked my breast clean.

“Mmmm. God, I have never wanted to eat whipped cream more in my life
,” he moaned.

Once he was finished around my breasts, he moved down the trail he painted on
to my belly. He followed slowly, taking each lick of his tongue, but leaving some whipped cream behind. Once he got to the top of my pussy, he licked all around my labia before he dove in.

His mouth felt extra moist and creamy,
and his tongue continued to dive deep into me. I loved watching his face as he licked me up, paying very close attention to my body’s reactions.

I was sticky from the whipped cream
, and the handcuffs were still on me. I wanted to take a bath, but I secretly loved the fact he was sitting there basking in my stickiness.

He started to move his fingers around my clit while he licked me clean. Once he finished
, he slid up towards me and looked me dead in the eye.

“You are such a bad girl
, Harper. I am going to fuck you now.”

With that
, he shoved himself inside of me, slamming against the walls and my clit, making me cry out for more. His large cock was repeatedly moving quickly in and out of me, and all I could think about was trying to remain quiet because the neighbors were going to think I was being murdered.

But, I couldn’t hold it in. So I howled as he pushed deeper inside of me, swallowing me whole. We were two sticky
lovers attached together in a pool of sweat and sex. I loved watching his cock ride my pussy as he moved in and out in a quick motion, shoving him fully inside of me.

I loved ho
w he felt as he lightly tapped my g-spot, making me wetter as time went on.
I wanted to grab onto him but I was handcuffed above me, so he grabbed my hips and threw himself inside of me desperately. Grinding deeply, I felt the pressure built up.

“Get. These. Off. Me
,” I demanded, pointing at the handcuffs. I was trying furiously to get rid of them because I needed to grab onto something. I wanted to rip my fingernails into Ryder’s back, and ride his cock until I was numb.

He pulled the handcuffs off me with the key that was sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed onto his rock solid abdomen and flipped us around so I was riding his dick. I moved my hips
hard into his so that I could feel him all the way inside of me. I gasped in surprise at the full thickness I felt, but continued moving deeper onto him.

He grabbed my hips again and helped me move in a repetitive motion that resembled the waves crashing into the shore. That’s when I felt that sudden need to explode. I was close to c
oming, and I needed to experience this with him. I wanted him here with me so that we were doing this together.

I gave him a look and he immediately understood what I wanted from him. So, he dove deeper inside of me
, and I rode faster, waiting for both of us to detonate like a bomb going off.