Charged (19 page)

“Georgia, I — ”

“Call me that again.” Reveling in the sound of my name on his lips, tears of joy rush to my eyes. Hearing
my name
in the heat of passion is a relief. I am myself. Not some random name I chose. For the moment, I’m alive.

Gripping his cock, it pulses and shifts against the pressure of my palm. The soft skin slides where the tight muscles shift with my movements. I’ve never felt so moist, so turned on. Ryker looks down with lust and urgency while I lazily crest the head, sliding down then repeating it. 

“It’s a damn shame, Georgia.” Twisting my hand away from his jackhammer, he tosses me to the mattress, leering at me with his cock standing inches from my face. My head is swimming with bourbon and scotch, and my heart is racing from erotic touches.

I’m kind of afraid to say this but I figure I’d better say it now. “I’ve never had moments of passion, and I’m not very good at intimate.” Ryker’s body pushes down, making the bed dip as he looms above me with dangerous levels of lust filling his eyes. “I’ve only ever had fast sex. Nothing more than fucking. I’ve never orgasmed with a guy before. It’s always over too fast.” I blurt out the words, because honestly, I’m embarrassed.

“Well, we’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we.” Between nipping my lip, wrestling my tongue with his  and stroking feather light caresses against my overheated skin, I know that my release — for once, will be fast. 

Quickly unhitching my bra with one hand, and pulling the button of my jeans with the other, Ryker’s moves are smooth and calculated. It’s easy to see he’s trained in the art of bodily pleasures.  

Right now, I’m really glad I opted for the matching  lace set. I’m not usually this coordinated, and grannies wouldn’t have been sexy. It’s truly a wonder no one has married this man, or at least held him tight. I wouldn’t have let him out of bed at daybreak, if given a choice. 

Dragging my mind to the task at hand, I laugh loudly as he yanks my jeans off, tossing them to the floor. Breathing in sharp intakes of air, I palm his beautifully sculpted chest and shake off the feeling that this is a dream. 

“Purple. My favorite,” He clips off laying his hand along my stomach, he fondles the edge of my panties grinning from ear to ear. 

I feel very self-conscious of my scars, and when he skips over them as if they’re not there, I’m grateful. 

“You’re soaking wet,” he says kissing the soft skin below my bellybutton. “The things I want to do to you. But, where to start?” With a devilish glint in his eyes, Ryker stands, kicks off his own jeans, and pulls his shirt over his head. 

If I thought his body was like Adonis before, I was selling him short. He’s perfect. The man of my dreams. 

As the moonlight shimmers across his expansive chest, and showcases that thick cock of his, I have doubts about fitting it all in. It’s more than I’ve ever seen.  My pussy for sure is dancing for joy as I gaze up at that lovely shaven cock, standing loud and proud. It taunts me to lick it — I swear I’m drooling. I rise slightly from the bed, bending to meet that lovely penis as it stares me down. I want to lick and suck on it until he shudders. I want him spent, and pleading greedily for me to finish him off, as his legs falter and shake.

“Tsk, tsk. That’s not happening first, Georgia.” He taunts, knowing what I was thinking. “Especially if you haven’t had anything other than fast. We are going to take it real slow. Well the first round could be short, but don’t worry, I have a quick recovery time.” 

I’m sure you do
, I internally cheer as my voice evades me. 

“Lay back.” I scramble to obey, my hands plunging  into his coverlet, anticipating the contact. 

“No one can hear you scream, so don’t hold back on my account.” He grins that cheshire dimple deep smile, leaning in to kiss me. I lick my lips, gathering courage. I’m craving his touch as if it’s the air I breathe.

As that stupendous specimen of a cock lays within reach, bouncing against my skin, brushing the most tender areas of my body. I yearn for our releases, and squirm in anticipation. I know my barely-there lace panties are soaked through to the seams, and that I’m close to a release from just being near him. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna last until the point of screaming. I’ll be done way before that. 

Trailing kisses down my chest he places his hands on my breasts squeezing gently but firmly. He rubs the erect buds between his fingertips, laying light kisses lower and lower down along my torso. I try to lift my arms to touch him but he tuts me and growls dangerously. I lift my hips so that his pulsing dick has to stroke against my drenched panties, and again he hums his disapproval. So, instead I move back and forth, lifting and lowering, slowly relishing the rubbed heat. 

“That’s enough. Sit still and enjoy your torture.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, pulling it tight within his teeth. My breath hitches, I moan and grip the bedding so tightly that I’m sure I’ll pull it to shreds. 

He loves what he’s doing to me, I can tell. I feel his lips tighten as he sucks my erect nipples, paying homage to each one. He pets my skin languidly, lazily, commanding, all while he tries to elicit every sound I can conjure. I want to squirm beneath his touches. I want to move so that his cock has no choice but to sink hilt deep within me, and I want it all, but he’s making me goddamn wait. This is torture — pleasurable — but torture none the less. 

Stroking lazy circles across my stomach, towards my pussy that awaits his caress, he comes close to contacting the skin just above my panties. Leaving, then returning, over and over, my body is starving for his roaming touch. 

Lifting his mouth from my now raw, and contented nipples, he kisses down my ribs, past my bellybutton to lick and kiss, all the way to my ignited pussy. 

“Hold on, love. This will be a long,
long
night.” Ryker looks at me with a serious look, before dipping low. I don’t know if I have the ability to speak or if the deliberate movements he’s making have rendered me mute, but I can’t think of anything that would possibly seem coherent. 

“These are sexy as fuck, but they can’t stop me,” he growls, his lips against my skin. The hum of his voice sends a new thrill coursing through me. He lifts the edge of my panties, placing his fingers under the thin veil, tugging quick. The material rips leaving only fluff and threads. I liked those — but who gives a shit — I’ll go commando. 

“You’re cunt is beautiful,” he says stroking the folds. I can’t think, I can’t speak, my mind has only one thought. Pleasure. 

Ryker caresses my swollen sex, laying kisses along each side, raising his head he pants out, “This is all I’ve thought of doing for two days.” 

Fuck, I’m done for. 

Ghosting light movements against my skin he blows a warm breath against my pussy lips, dipping his fingers within the sensitive folds, parting them gently, pushing them back to lap at me with his tongue. In one swift drag up, I fell my release rising even closer to the surface. The scruff of his beard rubs me in all the right ways, and I wonder why I never thought it erotic on a man before?  

Losing my thoughts, I whimper out. It seems I do still have a voice, though I feel it’s failing me as my chest rises and falls quickly as I hold my breath in earnest. Without warning he kisses, licks, nips, and sucks at the perky bud, making me tense, sigh, wince, and squeal with pleasure. I won’t last long as my body vibrates towards the finish. This will be the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some fast ones. I’ve just never had one with someone else.  

He continues to push me past a point of logical reasoning, pulling my climax to the forefront in a rush. I pant and whimper out my joyous need. “Ryker. Oh God. Please, more. More!” Every word hitches as I drop into the realm where physical pain and pleasure collides. Holding me still, pushing his shoulders into my thighs to gently but firmly push out my legs. He’s holding me in place and laying me out like a banquet. I
don’t
want to break away from his grip. I feel as if every nerve is coalescing as my body tingles, sweats and sings its happiness while Ryker’s deftly talented tongue delves within my sex. He’s the master of my body. 

As I feel it rise up through my spine, I scream out my climax, riding the waves of bliss as Ryker continues to lick and tipple my clit. He places a finger within, resting it against my G spot, causing stars to dance in my sight. I spasm and buck against him, screaming just like he wanted.

“Do you like that?” He says as he licks his glistening lips, pulling on the bristles of his beard to remove the remnants of my release. “I’m not quite done yet. Wait ’til you see the encore.” He pushes off the bed, reaches into his side table, rummaging around for what I hope is a condom. I want the feel of that lovely dick within me,
even if
a thin sheath has to be between us, I want it now. 

“I’m done, just give me five minutes to recoup,” I joke, watching fully enamoured by Ryker’s graceful and light movements. How can someone so large move so softly, he’s almost catlike. 

Returning, he lifts me up, pulling me further up the bed, so that I’m no longer hanging off the side. He stalks me like I’m the prey to his lion, kissing my skin as he travels. 

“Ready, Georgia?” he hums as he kisses my body. I don’t say a word; I just lay there enjoying the post bliss of being turned inside out. I don’t know if I can handle him further; but I want to.

“Like I said, I don’t bring women here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to work a woman over until they scream my name repeatedly.” 

Yes, please! I cheer internally. 

He lazily strokes his fingers up my inner thigh, up and down towards my cunt, teasing my entrance all over again. My body is strung tight. Ryker pushes lightly within my already tight and swollen core, slowly stroking back and forth while his other hand works at my sensitive clit. Suddenly, he dips his thumb into my ass to rub the entrance, circling it, bringing me closer and closer to a second quick end. I buck and pump my hips skyward, against the tension that builds before I scream out a release. I’m so lost in him right now that I’d give up anything to stay her and enjoy this daily. 

But this is reality, and this is just one night. And what a night. This is a fantastic way for it to end because regardless of what Ryker does, I have to run in the morning. I need to get away before anyone else is hurt. I don’t want him to protect me, and I know he’ll try. I can’t allow someone else in the crosshairs of my father, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take a few good orgasms with me. 

Gently removing his fingers, even though my tight inner sanctum doesn’t want to give them up, he licks the cum off his fingers as the sensitive flesh of my core pulses. I’m boneless as he runs his tongue along my hip bone, traversing my ribs before edging my breast and biting my nipple. I’m sated.

“Georgia, I need inside of you,” he whispers, kissing along my collarbone, my exposed neck, and then taking my mouth with his. Our tongues fight, the mingling flavors of whiskey, coffee, his natural vanilla flavour, and my orgasm is all so erotic. Why does this man work on cars, when he most certainly has turning a woman into a puddle down to an art form? He should be the be dean of,
how to pull an orgasm 101
. 

“Ryker,” I breathe. It’s incredible that I can even think of further orgasms in such little time, but he’s testing my limits. I find myself wanting more already, so I lift my hips up to tease and prod him. “I deserve a good fuck, don’t you think?” 

“Damn right,” he grinds out. His sheathed dick is wide, and long, and hopefully as talented as his tongue. 

Without warning, pushing past my entrance like an expert, I feel him fills me, and even though it burns like moonshine, it’s exquisite. He pulls back just a touch, then pushes forward. I know that to take in his full length will be a challenge that I’m up for, but that he’s not quite seated yet and I will be sore in the morning.

Ryker thrusts, drawing himself out, creating a suction, then lifts his hips. Toys be damned, I won’t think of anything as adequate in comparison ever again. I’ve never had sex like this, and I doubt I ever will. Not without comparing all other experiences to this one night.

Looking up, his crystal blue eyes are watching me intently — for what I’m not sure. Maybe he’s looking to see pain, maybe he’s looking for a sign that it’s ok to give me more, and maybe he’s not sure if I’m enjoying it. 

“I won’t break, Ryker,” I say, but I know that all of him will make me walk hilariously wrong tomorrow, which will be a hoot if I see my father. I push my nails into his ass and squeeze to pull his cock in tighter. Ryker grins widely, kisses me hard then rams ahead. 

“Fuck!” he yells out at the same time I curse his name flamboyantly, and dear god, I think he hit the back of my spine. It is wonderful; absolutely fucking beautiful. I feel him with every stroke, rubbing, and touching every surface within me, pulling another orgasm closer as he ventures in and out of my wet core. At this rate three orgasms in one day is a bloody miracle and unheard of in my past. 

Georgia died in that car — I mourned that girl more than I thought I should, but Ryker is breathing new life into her. Giving her a soul. Giving her a chance at rebirth. 

Sex for me has always been a need, not a want, and with Ryker — here and now — this is a want. I want him to say my name and give rise to the ethereal phoenix within me as my body hums its approval.