Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

Bracing himself over me, he balanced enough to have the use of his fingers which found the buttons of my peach blouse and undid them one at a time. He didn’t break the hypnotic rhythm we’d wordlessly set.

There was no rush this time. No banter. No tease.

We’d touched something deeper tonight and in honour of that, jokes had been put on hold for now.

I didn’t even care Scar was in his little fort, most likely listening, if not watching. The audience factor wasn’t new. My damn cat loved to hang out in the bathroom when I took a shower and heaven forbid she ever left me alone when I peed.

She had to be near me at all times and having a feline watch me wash or a canine watch me sleep with Ryder for the first time…whatever.

“Holy fuck, you’re not wearing a bra.” Ryder captured my breasts the moment the last button was undone, teasing my nipples.

I arched into him, biting my lip as he kissed his way down my throat and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.

“Christ, I’ve wanted to do that forever.”

I moaned as he delivered the same treatment to the other breast.

While he kissed and licked my girls, his fingers continued their journey downward, undoing my jeans button and zipper, and silently pulling the tight denim down my legs.

Once they were off, I lay in just my pale pink knickers and blinked at this man who completely beguiled me.

“I don’t want to talk, okay?” he whispered as he grabbed his t-shirt behind his head and pulled it off, mussing his hair. “I don’t want to joke or turn this into something less than what it is.”

His naked torso with perfect shadows and ridges of muscles made my mouth water.

I trembled. I wanted to ask what this was. What this meant to him. But I wasn’t coy, and I knew.

This was more than what we found in our first kiss. More than we expected from kinky text messages.

This was more, so much more, and I didn’t know if I was ready.

Standing over me on his knees, Ryder never broke eye contact as he unbuckled his jeans. Watching him pull down his zipper was one of the most erotically charged things I’d ever seen.

Rolling off me to lie on his back, he tugged off the denim and pulled a foil packet from the back pocket. With the hottest glare, he removed his boxer-briefs and tucked the condom under the pillow then reached for me.

I went willingly into his arms. With him blanketing me from above, I felt exquisitely safe and incredibly turned on.

His mouth once again found mine, and we kissed hard, fast, wet.

His fingers trailed over my skin and cupped between my legs, teasing me through the lace. He groaned, finding how wet I was and gently removed the final piece of clothing keeping us chaste.

His touch found me once again and my mouth shot wide as he ever so slowly inserted a finger inside me. His chest rose and fell as he hugged me close, giving me nowhere to run as he claimed me.

“You feel so good.” His finger hooked inside me. “So hot and wet and…” He didn’t finish, seeking my lips with his and falling into another kiss.

I moaned, my spine arching as he inserted another finger, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Everything he did was unhurried with no flashy comments or cheeky smirks. The seriousness of what we did made our body’s slick with sweat and our hearts buck a mile a minute.

As he drew every nerve ending into my pussy with his magical touch, I weaved my right hand between his legs and fisted his throbbing length.

He bit my throat, grunting with such deep-seated need my stomach flipped. I’d never been so wrapped up in another person before. Never had their breath on my cheek so sensitive it almost hurt. Never kissed someone to the point where my lips bruised and all I could think about was them.

My fingers lassoed around him, jerking up and down while my thumb swirled the wet crown.

“Jesus, Ves.” He bowed into me, wedging his face into the crook of my neck. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I never want you to stop.”

I cried out as his fingers worked faster, matching the tempo as I jerked him off. Our legs squirmed as intensity reached a fever. Our skin slick and breathing manic.

As our lips found each other again, we gave up being human and forgot everything but pleasure.