Ryder pins me in place as he works his jeans down his hips enough to free his dick. It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but then he’s there, lined up beneath me.
“Wanna watch you sink down on me.” His fingers curl into my hip as I impale myself on him. “Fuuuuck,” he rasps. “You ready to have your world rocked?”
God yes.
I bite my lip, nodding.
“Hold on then, darlin’.”
Ryder unleashes himself on me, pounding into me like he can’t get enough and I love it.
I love every single second.
“Anyone could walk out here at any second and find me fucking you.”
“God, Ry,” I breathe, gushing around him at the thought of getting caught. Because although half the men inside the club would cut his dick off for ever touching me, I can’t deny it gets me all hot and bothered.
“Fuck yeah, milk my cock.”
He grabs my ass with both hands, pulling me onto him, our skin slapping together as he fucks into me with complete abandon.
I love sex.
It’s the perfect distraction.
All those endorphins, the rush of adrenaline when an orgasm hits.
But sex with Ryder… fuck, it’s something else.
“You’re so fucking tight, Kitten. Feels like heaven with you gripping my cock, taking me like such a good girl.”
His praise combined with a perfect stroke deep inside me sends another orgasm streaking through me. My eyes flutter as I try to drag air into my lungs.
“Ryder… God…”
“Yeah, not God, baby. Not even close.” His dark chuckles caress my face as he continues to fuck me into the wall. “Almost there,” he groans. “So. Fucking… Fuuuck.”
His hard body falls against mine as his lips latch into my neck right as he comes.
As the endorphins fade, the reality of what we just did hits me full force.
“Ryder, get off me. You have to—”
“Whoa.” He collars my throat gently, his brows pinched with concern. “You’re freaking out.”
“Well, duh, we just had sex right outside the clubhouse. My brother—”
He flinches. “Don’t need to be hearing that you’re thinking about your brother while my dick’s still inside you.”
“Which is exactly why you need to put me down.” I shove at him and his softening cock slips out of me, a warm trickle running down my thigh.
“Shit,” he says. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“Relax, I’m on the pill. And I know you’re not stupid enough to fuck me if you’re carrying an STD. My brother would—”
“I always wrap it.”
“Always?” My brow arches as he lets out another deep rumble of laughter.