And so I find myself saying, “I do want this.” Those words are so low, almost husky as they spill from my lips. “I want you, Ride.”
There’s no going back now.Chapter TwentyRideI wrap my hand around the back of Langley’s neck and pull her to me, kissing her so fucking hard I know I’m bruising her lips. I feel like I’ve won a fucking war. I don’t completely understand this pull I have when it comes to her, this thing between us, but I know it’s strong. I know it’s getting stronger, and the feel of Langley in my arms has fast become the only thing in my life I’ve allowed myself to get addicted to.
“About fucking time, baby,” I growl against her lips when we break apart for air.
I lift her in my arms, standing at the same time, intent on taking her back to my room and finally having her.
“Hey, man, what about the game?” I hear one of my brothers complain.
“Fuck the game,” I yell back, and the bastards laugh.
Langley’s staring up at me, desire etched on her face, hunger so intense it burns me. I have no doubt she sees the same reflected back when she looks at me. I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime to finally have my taste of her.
I take her back to my room, slamming the door shut with my foot, carrying her to the bed. I toss her gently on the mattress, but roughly enough she bounces slightly before curling her hands into the sheets. Our gazes hold as I kick my boots off. I yank my shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor. Her sweet little tongue comes out, the tip licking her lips as she stares at me hungrily. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, moving her chest harshly as if she’s ran for miles and miles. As my gaze drops down, I see her hard, pebbled nipples pushing against the flimsy, sheer white fabric of her dress.
My dick stirs, swelling even more. I feel it push against my jeans, the teeth of the zipper pressing into the tender flesh on my shaft. I’m so hard for her, so fucking ready to plunge into her silken depths and finally claim her. That was all that was on my mind until I caught a glimpse of her tongue, watched her lips glisten as she pants out small puffs of breath.
I undo my belt. Langley swallows, and I watch the movement of her throat, wanting to run my tongue there, tasting her skin. Instead, I unzip my pants, my cock falling out, turgid, hard, and ready, the shaft wet with my precum. Our gazes stay locked; I refuse to look away.
I push my pants down, stepping out of them and my socks quickly, wanting her to see me naked, to see the man she’s giving herself to.
Langley follows the movement, and she looks at my cock, her eyes dilating. She squirms slightly on the bed, and I smile as I see the way she squeezes her legs together, trying to find relief to the desire coursing through her. I kick my pants away once they fall to the ground.
“No boxers…” she mumbles, and for some reason those two words make me grin.
“I like easy access, baby,” I respond, my smile stretching even more, because she still hasn’t taken her eyes off my dick.
“I’m not sure you’re going to fit inside me, Ride,” she says so quietly I have to strain to hear her.
“I’ll fit, baby.”
“I’m not so sure,” she argues, forcing herself to look me in the face. I read the nervousness there, but it hasn’t dimmed her need—her hunger.
“You need to trust me on this, Langley. We’re going to fit together like fucking perfection.”
“I’m not sure,” she repeats.
“I am, and I’m in charge, baby. That’s all you need to know,” I assure her.
I stroke my cock, slowly, my grip tight as a bead of cum slips off the head and drips down in a lazy strand.
“Ride,” she gasps, taking me in, shifting on the bed, the dress hindering her movements. I let go of my cock to reach down, grabbing the thin material of Langley’s dress and ripping it up the middle, revealing her body to me. It’s still on her, hanging useless by the sleeves, but I don’t care, because now I see her tits, the nipples distended and begging to be sucked, the soft curves of her stomach and then lower, to the wet lips of her bare pussy begging for my touch. She’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful my balls hurt with a hunger I’ve never known before.
I step to the bed, looking down at her. My hand moves back to my cock, stroking slowly.
“On your knees, baby,” I grunt. Her hands go immediately to the strap of her heels. I reach out and stop her. “Keep those on,” I order, liking the bright red, fuck-me shoes she’s wearing. I want to feel the heels pressing into my thighs when I’m fucking her hard. I want them to mark me, just as I plan on marking her body. Her eyes go round in surprise, but she leaves them alone, going up on her knees.