Page 15 of Desperate Pucker (Denver Bashers #6)

Ryker

The second my mouth is on Maddy, my knees go weak.

Well, fuck.

Her lips are soft. So fucking soft. Like satin.

She moves her mouth against mine, letting out a soft hum. She tugs a hand through my hair, pulling hard.

The burn against my scalp makes me groan. Fuck, I like that—the contrast. The softness of her mouth combined with the roughness of her fingers makes my dick twitch and my brain short-circuit.

I like this. I like this a lot.

I breathe in and get a lungful of her perfume. Sweet and flowery with a splash of citrus. I moan softly. How does she always smell so fucking good?

A second later, we both lean back, breaking the kiss. A weird disappointment zooms through me.

I take in Maddy’s wide-eyed stare, her parted lips, the pretty pink flush on her peaches-and-cream skin.

I swallow hard. “Did that work?”

Nerves fire off inside of me. Kissing her was an insane idea. I know it was.

But when I asked her what would help her in the middle of her panic attack, she looked at my mouth. And then my stressed-out brain came up with the idea to kiss her.

She nods, then shakes her head.

I frown, confused, until she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, a shy look in her gorgeous gray-blue eyes.

“I want more,” she rasps.

The corner of my mouth hooks up. This time, when I press my mouth to hers, she parts her lips open for me.

My tongue teases hers, and she lets out a quiet, needy moan.

Oh, fuck.

Is this the sound she makes every time she kisses? Because it’s sexy as fuck and it’s making my dick hard.

Slowly, I lap my tongue against hers. Like I’m licking an ice cream cone.

She tastes so sweet. Like candy.

Her cheeks burn hot in my palms. She wraps her hands around my wrists and swoops her tongue deeper in my mouth.

I smile against her lips. Message received, princess.

Cupping her face, I tilt her head back, deepening our kiss. I let my mouth and tongue get filthy. I give her a soft nibble on her bottom lip before gliding my tongue into her mouth once more. I tease against her, toying and playing, kissing her breathless.

She’s breathing harder now, but not in that uncontrolled, panicked way she was a few minutes ago. She’s breathing like she’s turned on.

Her hands fall to my chest, and she grips the fabric of my jacket, pulling me closer.

“Is this helping?” I rasp against her mouth.

Another soft, needy noise slips from her mouth. I’m fully hard now.

“Yes,” she says, breathless. “But I want more.”

I lean back and look at her. “You’re so greedy, princess.”

I expect her to glower at me and tell me to fuck off, but she doesn’t. She just bites her bottom lip, fighting a smile as she aims a shy look at me. She looks so playful and cute right now, and it’s making my dick ache.

I kiss her harder, savoring the sweet noises she makes. I grip her waist, pulling her closer to me. She bumps against me, moaning. Then she does it again, pressing her lower half into me, grinding against my hard cock.

A feral sound rips from my throat. Christ. If she keeps doing that, I’m gonna come in my pants.

No way. I can’t humiliate myself like that in front of her.

So I grab her by the waist and press her against the elevator wall. She leans back, breaking our kiss to look up at me.

Her eyes are hazy and her lips are swollen from kissing me.

“You want more, princess?”

She nods. “Please.”

I close my eyes at how sexy that word sounds coming out of her mouth, so soft and breathy and whiny. Like she’s begging.

“Tell me what you want,” I say.

She swallows like she’s nervous. “I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

“Between my legs,” she says in a soft, breathy voice. My cock turns to steel.

Holding her gaze, I thumb the button of her jeans. “You want me to fuck that sweet pussy with my fingers?”

Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. She nods frantically.

“Say please again,” I growl.

“Please, Ryker,” she whimpers. Pleasure rockets through my dick at how desperate she sounds. How desperate I am to see her fall apart, to unravel completely for me.

I fucking love this. She can’t stand me, but she wants me. She hates me, but she’ll beg for me to bury my fingers in her pussy.

I unbutton her jeans and pull them down.

“Say please again,” I growl.

Her eyebrows crash together, her expression pained with how badly she wants this—wants me.

“God, you’re bossy.”

“Again,” I order.

“Please,” she whines.

“Again.”

Her eyes widen the slightest bit, but then she blinks. Recognition flashes in her gaze.

It’s our first training session all over again, but instead of her yelling “again” at me over and over, I’m saying it to her.

This is a fucked up game I’m playing, but I don’t care. I like hearing her beg. I like that one kiss from me is all it takes to stop her from panicking. I like that she wants more of me.

She leans her face closer, hovering her lips over mine.

“Please.” Her hot, wet breath lands on my lips. My mouth waters. “Please, please, please—”

I crash my mouth against hers and unzip her jeans. I slide my hand inside her panties. When I feel how warm and wet her pussy is, I almost choke.

“So wet for me already,” I lean back and say. “All this just from kissing me?”

She nods and pulls me back to her mouth.

I keep kissing her while running my fingers along her soaking wet slit.

She whimpers into my mouth. When I slide my two middle fingers in her pussy, she gasps.

Her head leans back against the elevator wall. “Oh my god…”

“Is that too much?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” I register the shy look in her eyes. “I fucking love it.”

She blinks, relief flashing in her eyes. I kiss her again. I maneuver my hand so I can gently tease her clit with my thumb.

Her knees buckle, and she slumps against the wall. With my free hand, I grab her hips and hold her up.

I lean back and take her in. Chest flushed and heaving, a drunken look in her eyes.

“Oh, god…” she murmurs.

I drag my mouth along the delicate slope of her neck, savoring the sweetness of her skin.

“Is this a helpful distraction, princess?” I rasp.

“Yes,” she whines.

Gently, I tease her clit with my thumb. Her sounds are getting more desperate by the second.

“Are you close?”

She nods, the look in her eyes turning panicked as she breathes harder and harder.

Pride swells in my chest seeing Maddy like this. This tough, put-together ice queen is falling apart in my hands.

“Good.” I grip her chin in my hand and make her look at me. “Come so fucking hard for me, princess.”

A second later, she breaks. Her eyes roll back, and she cries out. I kiss her, swallowing her sweet sounds.

I groan at how wild she is when she comes, the way her body writhes and thrashes against mine. I imagine having her like this again, only this time she’s naked, lying in my bed, and I’m making her come over and over with my hands and my mouth and my cock—

A loud bang jolts me out of my filthy thoughts.

I look down at Maddy, whose eyes are wide with shock.

“You folks okay in there?” a voice outside the elevator asks.

I slide my hand out of her pants. “Uh, yeah. We’re fine,” I holler.

I watch her as she zips up her jeans.

Another loud bang. “Looks like there’s an electrical issue. We’re gonna have to pry the doors open to get you out,” the guy on the other side of the elevator says.

Maddy and I are quiet as we look at each other. A weird tension sparks between us. It’s like we both just realized what we’ve done.

We just made out in a stalled elevator. I made her come on my fingers.

It’s like we were in some fantasy bubble for the past ten minutes. Nothing existed other than me and her. Nothing mattered other than making her feel safe, distracting her, getting her off…

But that’s over now. We’re back to reality.

I clear my throat. “Are you, uh…okay?”

Her eyes are shy as she looks at me. The pink flush on her cheeks and chest deepens, turning red.

She looks down at the ground. “Yeah.”

A second later, there’s the sound of metal grinding, then a sharp squeaking noise. We both look over at the elevator doors right as they crack open a couple of inches.

“Almost got it,” the maintenance guy groans. Another grinding sound before the doors open up even more.

There’s an older guy in coveralls with a crowbar. He stops to catch his breath and wipe his brow.

He looks at us. “Come on out, you two.”

I let Maddy walk out first, then I follow.

“Thanks,” I say to the guy before walking over to Maddy, who’s standing several feet away. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. We stare at each other.

Her doe eyes are wide as she looks at me, like she’s also struggling to process the way we’ve been jolted back to reality.

And reality is that we clearly don’t know how to handle what just happened between us, and we’re being really fucking awkward about it.

“Well, um…thanks for…helping me in there,” she says.

Before I can respond, she turns away and scurries down the hall, disappearing around the corner where her office is.

I should follow her. I should go after her and tell her that we need to talk about what happened.

But she’ll probably tell me off or ignore me. Judging by the way she ran away from me, she doesn’t want to talk. Maybe clarity is hitting her, and she regrets what we did.

An uneasy feeling claws through my chest. I glance down at the front of my jeans.

My boner doesn’t seem to give a fuck how awkward things are because it’s still raging.

I glance around, grateful that there’s no one here, except for the maintenance guy who’s too busy focused on fixing the elevator to even notice me.

I cover up with my coat and head to the nearest single-occupancy bathroom, a dozen feet away.

I lock the door behind me, undo my pants, and pull out my dick. I give myself a rough tug at the base, gritting my teeth so I don’t let a groan escape.

Yeah, this is depraved as fuck, jerking off in a public restroom. But I have to. I can’t go into my meeting with Coach Porter sporting a boner.

So I close my eyes and I think about Maddy as I jerk my cock, hard and fast. I think of her kiss-swollen lips, the sweet taste of her mouth and tongue and skin, how soft she was, the intoxicating smell of her perfume, how tight and wet her pussy was, the way she begged me for more.

Please.

Pleasure rockets through my cock. My entire body is on fire. Every muscle is tense, aching with the need to come.

Please.

That breathy voice, how desperate she sounded for me.

Please.

I slip my fingers into my mouth, groaning when I taste her sweetness. So good. This is fucking depraved, but I don’t care. I need this. I want this.

Please.

Searing white heat flies up my spine. Pressure builds in my lower body, and all my muscles tense.

Please.

I think of her tight pussy, how wet she was…all for me.

A second later, I blow.

A feral sound starts to rip from my throat, but I grit my teeth and force it back. If anyone hears me jerking off right now, I’m a dead man.

So I swallow down the sound of my release and hold the edge of the sink with my free hand as I spill down the drain. It feels like fireworks are blasting off on the surface of my skin. It’s so intense that I can’t think or breathe or move.

I fall forward and gasp to catch my breath, gripping the sink with both hands to steady myself. I stand there until I can start to breathe normally again. I wash up and head out of the bathroom, and try to pretend that didn’t just happen.