Page 63 of Dirty Roulette

Chapter forty-five

Payton

Ryder's tongue made a path down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with nibbles.

He teases my lips with his teeth, biting them sweetly before he nudges them apart so that he can explore every inch of my mouth with his.

I can taste myself as his tongue finds mine.

Rough thumbs brush my cheeks, and his hard chest rests on my breasts.

"You good?" He whispers in my mouth.

I swallow hard. "Yeah..."

He bites his bottom lip and props himself above me.

It burns everywhere as his hand runs down my breasts, taking a handful, before he travels down my navel to my thighs.

I love his strong hands. The candlelight glows against his chest, outlining every muscle possible.

My heart bursts into open flames as he spreads my legs slightly, tracing my nerves, and navigating himself.

He adjusts himself and then the tip of him, hard and stern pokes at my entrance. He is definitely not little.

I am quickly infected by his ashen eyes glazing over when he looks at me.

My mouth turns dry, my throat choking on my own tongue.

My heart beats out of control, threatening to break free from my chest. I rest a palm on his pecs which are hard like a rock.

His heart thuds against my own, and I realize he's nervous too.

But I'm the one who's never done this before.

"Are you okay?" His voice shakes and he's trembling above me.

I brush a hand up his neck, wanting to feel every atom that fuses him together. "I’m okay." Goosebumps prickle all over his arms, and he steadies himself.

He leans in and pecks my fingers. "Are you sure?"

"Yes... I want you."

"Okay, cutie. Talk me through this." With a gentle push, he slides in; just the tip, while staring hard at me. He's motionless as if we were playing freeze tag on the playground, but at the same time, his eyes pour into mine like Jack Dawson losing his heart in a Coupe de Ville.

"I need you to talk to me." he's trembling badly.

"I'm okay, keep going," I whisper and his head falls to the crease of my neck, his breath in my ears. "You won't hurt me." My hands curl into his hair, pulling on the soft strands.

He nibbles my earlobes. His thumb finds its way to my cheek, stroking my burning skin. He moves only half an inch inside me. I'm throbbing all over, wanting to feel him. Each breath he takes comes out ragged, like he's about to have a heart attack right on top of me.

I run a hand over his cheek, he's sweating as he closes his eyes. I lean into him kissing him on the lips, letting my tongue find his and I whisper, "I want to make you come."

"Fuck..." He laughs between our kisses.

"Come on Mister Running Back, and deflower this cheerleader," I quip, trying to lighten the mood. I tangle my ankles together behind his waist and push my hips up gently, helping him like he does with me. "We don't have all night."

"Just tell me if it hurts." His lips recapture mine, more demanding this time.

He slides inside me, all the way. It feels like my eyes roll into my skull as I yelp.

I break from his lips and I almost dislocate my jaw biting down on my bottom lip from the pressure.

Painful. Things are stretching in ways they never have before.

My nails dig into his hair and I think I pulled a chunk of it out.

"Payton... baby."

"Don't you dare stop." I breathe hard, refusing to let him pull away and tell me this is a bad idea. "Just go slow." I'm breathing hard like I ran two miles.

"Okay, cutie." He bites gently on the sweet spot of my neck as he slides in and out of me with achingly slow strokes. Each thrust of his hips is done so carefully, and he groans into my ears.

He lifts himself up, holding his weight with both palms pressed into the mattress as he eases in and out. His eyes glaze over as he stares at me the entire time. "Does it still hurt?" he groans.

"No..." I can't catch my breath as I feel him pulsating in me. His length gets thicker with each gentle stroke. My heart explodes as I moan out his name again.

"You feel so good." Ryder's body melts against mine keeping his slow rhythm and my world is filled with him.

"Don't stop, I want to make you feel good."

He gives me a cocky smile. "Fuck, I love how you make me feel.

" He kisses me. Steady, gentle movements pump in and out and the pain stops completely, replaced by pure bliss.

Between my thighs, the throbbing need to come undone drowns me.

He's nudging my clit with each downward stroke.

My body burns, then erupts into chills, my brain is not working and becomes full of static like an old television that lost its signal.

"I want you to come again. Do this," Ryder groans into my mouth. He grasps my fingers tangled in his hair and slides them across the sensitive piece of flesh between my folds. He's gentle, showing me how to circle my fingers around. "Finger yourself, and come with me."

I bite my bottom lip. I suck in a harsh breath and tremble with the sudden surge of electricity firing in my nerves following his directions, stroking and swirling my fingers around my gem.

"You don't have to go slow anymore, show me how much you love me," I whimper, the chemicals inside me about to burst into a million particles.

"You sure?"

"Stop teasing me."

"Okay..." One of his hands grabs my ass, lifting my thigh higher, and he pulls out, with just the head inside me, and he gives me one harsh stroke. I whimper out a moan. "Does it hurt?" He does it again, pulling out and slamming into me.

"I wanna come, go faster."

He bends down and captures my moans with his mouth, preventing all my sighs and gasps from escaping as he picks up the pace.

He thrusts harder and quicker, going deeper with each stroke.

Finally, his control has snapped and he’s done being timid.

The rhythm increases, his skin slapping against my flesh as he pounds into me.

The bed starts to rattle, the headboard banging against the wall.

Rapture rises in me like the hottest fire, clouding my brain.

His breath rasps hot on my neck. "Fuck... I'm not going to last long." He groans and rains kisses down on me, biting hard on my bottom lip.

The chorus erupts on the Bluetooth speakers in perfect unison with everything I'm feeling.

"Ryder... Ryder... oh my," I moan out his name.

It's like a universe explodes into existence, dust turns to stars, and galaxies mold into perfect worlds.

It ruptures, firing every nerve ending down my thighs.

Nothing is working. I can't touch myself anymore.

My nails dig into his sweaty skin. I unravel underneath him.

"Payton," his breath says my name. Everything in the world, all of him becomes a part of me, as I've given him the one thing I can't ever give to anyone else.

"Coming." He breathes hard into my neck, his length pulsates inside me and the second he comes he moans my name, his groin jerks, and he grabs the headboard with one hand as he stiffens.

His gray eyes burn silver into mine, and he collapses onto me with his sweaty chest pressed against mine.

He holds me for what feels like a century, still pulsing inside me, still pushing in and out like he wants more.

Kissing me, holding me like he never wants to let go.

He's covered in sweat, it's skating down his face, and I feel it running down his back.

I can't even figure out how to unwrap my arms from him.

All I can do is kiss him, our tongues lapping against each other.

When he pulls away he leans into my ears and says, "I've never come like that before.

" He kisses my lips. My heartbeat is in my ears and I stroke a hand through his wet hair, "I love you.

" He combs a hand along the side of my face and brushes his lips on mine.

For the longest time he embraces me, holding onto me and kissing me before easing out.

He scoots off the bed, pulling the condom off and disposing of it.

There is a blood stain on his sheets, and there is nothing around to cover it up as he takes the phone, turning the camera off.

I run a finger over it, and it's already mostly dry. "What's wrong?" Ryder asks and narrows his brows.

I swallow hard and say. "I stained your sheets."

He places the phones on the nightstand and runs a hand over the mark. "I'd rather it be you than anyone else," Ryder grabs a bottle of water and hands it to me. "Here."

"Thanks..." I twist the cap off and take in a mouthful.

"Stay with me tonight?" He leans into the crease of my neck, his breath on my skin. "Please."

"I don't want to be anywhere else."

I spent minutes, maybe another hour curled up to him, our legs tangled under the sheets. The moonlight illuminates his face. He's a kisser like it's his love language. Our tongues having their own conversations before he decides to shut his eyes and fall asleep.

His arms stay wrapped around me, breathing into my back. He's not much of a snorer, but the moment sleep hits him, his breaths are harder.

I fall asleep but stir awake when the sky is turning into a brilliant blue through his blinds. He's groaning, and kissing my shoulder blades. Rough hands massage my breasts, and I'm waking up to his hard-on pressed against my butt. His hand runs down my navel and between my thighs.

"Are you sore?" He whispers in my ears, and he starts to massage my clit again. It feels good, and I'm about to explode all over again. "Oh cutie, I love the way you sound." It's like he's half asleep, having a sex dream, and waking up because he can't climax.

"Not really, no."

"I want you right now, holy shit. I want you so bad." He rolls me over and pins me against the mattress before he makes love to me again.