I just finish adjusting the strap on my heel when the knock sounds on my front door. I can almost feel my heart flip inside my chest as my tension cranks higher. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves before I open the door. When I have a hold of the handle and pull it open, Ryker is standing there in his old, faded jeans. The denim fabric hugs his body like a second skin, lovingly clinging to his thighs and stretching in ways that make my knees weak. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that looks soft and comfortable and I wonder how it would feel against my bare skin. I can feel wetness pool against my panties and coat the inside of my thighs. I have no idea how I’m supposed to go out with Ryker tonight when all I can think about is what he will do to me when we get back to his place.
His words play through my head, a promise of the dark, pleasurable things he’ll do to me tonight.
I step back to let him inside, running my tongue against my lips because my mouth suddenly feels terribly dry.
“Hi,” I murmur, my voice sounding deeper to my own ears. Can he hear how much I want him? Somehow I think a man of Ryker’s experience can.
“You look good enough to eat,” he says, his hand reaching out to run a finger along the inside of my neck.
His words are dirty and we both know how he means them. Goosebumps pop up on my flesh and I have to bite my lip to keep from begging him to touch me in other places.
“You get all dressed up for me, Lola?” he asks, and I can’t find my voice to answer. I nod my reply instead. Worry instantly assaults me when Ryker takes a step back, appraising me. “Turn around,” his rough voice commands.
My gaze lifts up to his, startled. I don’t think of disobeying him, however. I don’t see how any woman could. I turn slowly, wondering if I will meet with his approval, or if he will be disappointed. Will he wish he had picked out someone older? Someone with more experience, someone who can please him in the way he wants? A woman who understands and anticipates all of his desires? I feel completely out of my depth. You would have thought after spending the time in the office where Ryker brought me to orgasm, I’d feel more at ease. It appears the opposite is true.
“Are you wearing anything under that dress, Lola?” he growls as I turn back to face him.
“My…” My words come to a stop when I begin to literally feel the vibration of Ryker’s mood. At first I mistake it for anger, but one look at his face tells me that’s not it. It’s…hunger. “My panties,” I whisper, suddenly feeling more secure.
“Take them off,” he growls, issuing the order.
“I…I thought we were going out?” I question him.
“We are, but I want your pussy bare under that dress.”
“Why?” I ask, and it’s not that I’m that naïve, but I have this need to hear him tell me exactly why he wants me open to him.
“Because I’m going to fuck you with my fingers while we’re at the restaurant,” he tells me, crossing his arms at his chest as if daring me to deny him.
“What if… I mean… I might come…”
“Oh, you will definitely come, Lola,” he agrees and this time his throaty voice sends shockwaves through me, and they all seem to center in my very wet pussy.
“People around us will hear me, Ryker. They will know.”
“And every man there will be grabbing their cocks and wishing they were me. They’ll all be wishing they could fuck your sweet little virgin cunt. But they won’t, will they, Lola? They’ll be nutting off in their hands instead. And do you know why, Lola?” he asks, his dark gaze almost burning me with its intensity.
“Because I belong to you,” I tell him, instinctively knowing what he wants from me.
“Damn straight. Now I’m not telling you again. Take off those panties and hand them to me.” I move to turn around to go down the hall, but Ryker stops me by reaching out and grabbing my arm. “Where are you going?”
“I was going to my room to take off—”
“You’ll take them off right here in front of me,” he interrupts. My breath shudders through my body and I feel my excitement slide from my pussy, soaking my panties and dripping along my thighs. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing. I can even smell my own arousal. If I go out without panties on, others will too. They’ll all know I’m dying to have Ryker’s cock inside of me. They’ll know and I realize that’s exactly what he wants.