Page 12 of Clashing

Chapter eight

Edging

Scarlett

I ’d never had sex on stairs, but my quivering thighs told me I’d do it again. Ryker turned my legs to jelly. He offered his hand afterward while I was still bent over and panting. I took it, and he surprised me by tugging me toward him, cupping my face, and kissing me.

Unlike other kisses we’d shared, this was intimate. His lips melded to mine and moved in an intoxicating way I couldn’t help but melt under. He held me close, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips. Slowly, he pinned me to the wall with his body, his hand caressing my cheek.

“You feel so fucking good, Scarlett,” he murmured against my lips, his hand coasting over my waist and hip. “Where are your keys, baby?”

I barely got my answer out when he pressed a hot kiss to my neck. “It’s not locked.”

He stiffened. “Why the fuck not?”

“I was basically guarding it all night. What’s going to happen?”

“A number of things. Anyone could’ve come up when you weren’t looking or when we were in the bathroom.” He snatched my hand and opened the door, peering inside. “Jesus, Scarlett.”

“What, are you paranoid?”

“Yes. I am. Get over it.” He grunted, tugging me inside but not letting me in front of him. “It was locked last night. Why would you not lock it again?”

Because locks don’t just keep people out. Sometimes they trap. I freed my hand from his so he wouldn’t notice it shake. I hadn’t locked the door yesterday, either. Dan did when he retrieved the sandwich I packed for his drive.

“Because there’s no point. I was right by the only way up here. Ryker, seriously, no one’s here. Why are you so worried?”

“Scarlett, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he glared at me over his shoulder, “but men are trash, and you’re fucking gorgeous. I wouldn’t be surprised if some piece of shit snuck up here.”

I let out a long sigh and crossed my arms. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m going to check the bedroom, and when I get back,” he pointed at me, “you’re paying for that.”

I bit my lip and watched him creep into my bedroom, wondering what exactly he meant. My pussy fluttered at the thought. How easily I reacted to him was ridiculous. Pathetic. Yet, I couldn’t stay away. Even watching him walk away made me wet. He had a really nice butt.

Knowing I was about to get a workout, I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, then noticed the mail I hadn’t sorted. I shuffled the envelopes aside, making a pile of things to throw away when something caught my eye.

A letter. From fucking Todd. How did he know where to send it? I’d never told him where Dan’s bar was. I never told him I was leaving. I had a restraining order. Wasn’t writing to me breaking a rule?

Ryker approached, and I tucked the letter under the other mail.

He tilted his head, gaze darting to the pile. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I set my water down. I didn’t want him to know about the letter. Not after last night. “Did you find the bogeyman in there?” I clutched my chest and gasped. “Don’t tell me, Freddy Krueger?”

His concern-knit brows shifted to narrowed eyes. In two long strides, he reached me, yanked me against him, and smacked my ass. “You like pissing me off, don’t you?” His fingers curled around my jaw, and he crushed my lips to his.

I wrapped my arms around him, yelping when his hand hit my ass again. Harder. The sting coursed heat and lust through my veins.

He plopped me on the counter and caged me in with his tattooed arms. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy pissing me off.”

He smirked and tilted my chin up. “I do. I like getting you worked up. You’re sexier the feistier you get, sugar.”

“I seem to recall telling you I don’t answer to sugar.”

“I seem to recall you answering to it just fine when I had my cock buried in you.” He sank to his knees and lurched me to the edge of the counter. His head dove between my legs, tongue circling my clit while his calloused fingers gripped my thighs.

I moaned and grasped the edge of the counter. He pushed two fingers into me and I whimpered and ground against his face and hand. When his fingers curled against my G-spot, I gasped, my orgasm near. I could taste the release when he pulled away.

“Ryker,” I whined, clamping my legs together. “What the fuck?”

“I told you.” He stood. “I said you’d pay for it.”

“You suck.” I sank my hand toward the ache to take over where he’d left off.

He caught my wrist and pinned it behind me. “I don’t think so, sugar. Don’t make me tie you down.”

Oh. Oh. Maybe I wanted to be tied down. I lowered my other hand to touch myself, and he snatched it as well, pinning it with my other one. Okay, yeah, I could be tied up by him.

He pushed his forehead to mine, a challenge clear in his striking eyes. “You testing me, Scarlett?”

“Maybe.”

He cursed and captured both my wrists with one hand. With the other, he thrust two fingers into my pussy and pumped them in and out of me at a relentless pace that curled my toes.

His hair tickled my skin where he trailed kisses along my neck to my ear. “Keep your hands where they are.”

He continued fingering me and dragged his mouth over my body as he tugged on my shirt, exposing my bra. His mouth closed around my hardened nipple through the lacy fabric. That texture, combined with his wet mouth, made my eyes roll back.

Pleasure scattered through my body, overflowing my nerves until I was sure I’d burst. Still sensitive from the earlier tease, the orgasm built fast. I gripped his head and let out a throaty sound, so close to exploding. Then he pulled away. Again.

“Ryker,” I whined, reaching for my throbbing core.

He pinned my hands at my sides. “You didn’t listen. I told you not to move your hands.”

“If you don’t cut it out, I’m not having sex with you.”

He chuckled and placed one of my hands over his crotch. His erection twitched against my palm. Thick and ready to fuck. I inhaled shakily, and he brushed his lips over mine. “You were saying?”

That’s unfair. I was practically creaming at this point. I’d already had him twice tonight; why did I want him again already?

“Be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.” He cradled my head and kissed me.

How do I become putty in his hands? Worse, he knew I was putty in his hands. He lifted me off the counter, our mouths never parting. I wrapped my arms around his neck and chased his tongue with mine while he carried me to the bedroom and set me next to the bed.

His gaze raked over my body with such focused attention, I could almost feel it. “Strip.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take your clothes off.”

“I don’t—” My cheeks heated. “I don’t know how to do it in a sexy way.”

“Scarlett, you’re taking your clothes off for me. What part of that isn’t sexy? I don’t care how you do it. I just want to watch.” He kissed my stomach. A sharp contrast to a second later when he smacked my ass. “Remember, be a good girl.”

The slap electrified my body. Whatever hold he had on me, I couldn’t shake it.

I stepped away and peeled my shirt off. His gaze lowered to my breasts and hips before returning to my eyes.

His studying stare, thick with lust, boosted my confidence.

It’s pretty dark in here anyway. It’s not like he can see much.

I unhooked my bra and let the straps fall down my arms. He licked his lips, and his voice came out in a gravelly rasp. “Don’t stop.”

I coiled my fingers in my skirt and lowered it to my ankles, then stepped out of it. His gaze roamed my naked body, focusing on where excitement glistened at the apex of my thighs.

“Fuck. Come here.” I walked toward him, but he held up a hand. “No. Crawl.”

“I’m not crawling.”

“It wasn’t a request. Be a good girl, and crawl to me.” He rested his forearms on his thighs. “I’ll reward you when you get here.”

My throat dried. Unable to help myself, I drew my thighs together. He beckoned me. Part of me screamed to be a brat, but the other part loved the demanding presence.

So, I sank to the ground and crawled.

The closer I got, the more his pupils dilated. The more the muscle in his jaw strained. It urged me forward until I was within reach. He yanked on my ponytail. “Take your hair down.”

My pussy throbbed, and I shuddered. “It’ll look bad.” I ran my hand over my ponytail. “It’s been up all day.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Take it down.” He snatched my chin. “I thought you were going to be good for me, so I can be good to you.”

Please. I wanted him to be good and bad to me. I released my hair from the tie and shook it out, running my fingers through to smooth it as best I could.

Ryker’s rumble of approval scorched away my insecurity.

“So fucking beautiful.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I whimpered.

“Your tits are incredible. Fuck. ” Unzipping his pants, he then eased them and his boxers down, freeing his cock.

Before I made a move, he tugged my head forward until my lips pressed against his tip. “Open.”

I wanted him to give me another orgasm, I really did.

But last night I’d enjoyed having him in my mouth, and as desperate as I was, I wanted him.

Without hesitation, I sucked him in, making him groan and fist my hair.

I swirled my tongue around his tip before sucking until he hit my throat.

I slowly pulled back to his tip, then went down to his base, cupping his balls.

He grunted and bucked his hips. “Fuck, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so fucking well. ”

His praise soaked my pussy, and I moved faster, bobbing my head up and down his length. He cursed and urged me forward, rocking into my mouth. His reaction empowered me. I stroked the underside of his cock with my tongue as I sucked.

“Fuck yes .” He applied pressure to the back of my head and sank deeper down my throat. “Such a good girl.”