He kissed me hard and then with a jerk, pulled away, took my hand and dragged me to the back of the restaurant. A few of the staff were preparing for the dinner crowd, but we passed them in a blur.
He pulled me into the office, shutting and locking the door behind us. He pushed me against the desk as his hands lifted the skirt of my dress and his fingers hooked into my panties, yanking them down.
He then undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the fly.
“Ryder?” My pussy was so hot with need.
“Yes, baby.” He maneuvered me to sit on the desk, unzipping the back of my dress and pulling it down. He unclasped my bra and moaned as my breasts fell free.
“Will you eat me?” I said as his hands kneaded my breasts.
“Whatever my goddess wants.” He gave each of my nipples a gentle tug with his teeth and then dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs open. “So wet for me.” He dragged his finger between my pussy lips and then, looking up at me, he sucked his finger into his mouth. It was so hot that I could feel more of my juices flowing to my pussy.
“Relax, baby,” he said. “Let me take care of you.” Then his mouth was on me. It took me a moment to completely let go, but once I did, I was in heaven. The things he could do with his tongue and lips were sinfully erotic. It didn’t take long before I was whimpering and teetering on the edge of orgasm.
I ran my fingers through his hair to hold him to me. “I’m coming,” I gasped. “Yes.” Pleasure burst through, making my hips rock against his mouth to get the most out of the sensations coursing through my body.
“More?” he asked, lightly licking my clit when I’d finally come down from the blissful high.
“Yes.”
He started to lick me again, but I gripped his head.
“Fuck me this time.”
He stood, his expression a mixture of passionate need and awe. “I love how you’re not shy about asking for what you want. It’s a fucking turn on.”
There was something about that statement that hit me in the heart. I gripped his head and pulled him to me in another scorching kiss.
As he kissed me, he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down. Then he gripped my hips, and in a single thrust, he joined his body with mine. Crazy feelings jumbled in my chest. Feelings of warmth and gratitude and something else I didn’t want to name. I pushed it away and instead focused on the feel of him, pulsing and throbbing with life inside me. This I could allow. The physical connection. The enjoyment of our bodies giving and seeking pleasure. So I gave myself over to him.
13
Ryder
This was an unexpected turn of events. I’d never in a million years think Trina would come to me when she was in need of support or a pick-me-up. I also didn’t think she’d want to fuck in the back office of the Salvation Station. And yet both of these things were happening. Did that mean she was loosening up and coming around to me? God, I hoped so.
Trina wasn’t a sentimental person. She wasn’t one to show her feelings except annoyance and anger. As such, she also wasn’t one to want to hear them. She wouldn’t like me telling her that I wanted more than friends-with-benefits or that I wanted us to continue to be a couple after our fake marriage ended. My only option for showing her how much I wanted her was through sex. And so, I gave her everything I had.
I wasn’t joking when I told her that I liked that she could tell me what she wanted. It wasn’t just arousing; it was a relief. I had enough experience with women to know all the erotic parts of a woman’s body. I knew what to stroke or suck or rub to get them off, but that didn’t mean they all enjoyed the same things. I’d been with women who didn’t like me going down on them. I was with a woman once who only liked traditional missionary style on a bed. No doggy style. No fucking on a couch or table.
Trina seemed open to anything I wanted, and even initiated a few ideas of her own. And the fact that she felt comfortable and confident to tell me what she wanted, what she needed, that was fucking erotic.
Seeped inside her on my desk in Salvation Station, I felt like I’d come home. Like her pussy was built just for me. She was wet and tight, her sweet walls massaging my dick sending electric currents through my bloodstream.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, withdrawing and slowly sliding in again, loving how her pussy sucked me back in.
“Yes.” Her legs wrapped around my hips pulling me tighter each time I thrust forward.
“You like my cock, Katrina?” I watched her as I moved slowly in and out of her. She was normally a guarded woman, but when I fucked her, she seemed to let her walls come down. Her eyes were clear, even as they were filled with desire. I didn’t see suspicion or irritation in them, as I usually saw. All I saw in her pretty gray eyes were need and desire for me. I planned to fulfill her every need and desire for as long as she’d let me.
“Yes,” she gasped as I rubbed my thumb over her clit.
“Tell me what else you like.”
“Hard and fast.”
I picked up speed, wanting to make her happy. Wanting her to see that we didn’t just fit physically, but emotionally as well. Yes, we were opposites, but we were a yin and yang. Opposites did attract.