Jani Kay - Two Worlds Colliding

He pushed the door closed with the back of his foot and set me down on the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the room when I heard a belt buckle crashing to the floor, and then the slide of a zipper. He clapped his hands twice, and the bedside lamps lit up automatically.

I gasped. His beautiful erection was standing proud, thick veins from his cock pulsing, pre-cum on the tip glowing in the soft light.

I licked my lips involuntarily.

Ryder grinned, knowing exactly what I wanted. To taste him.

He crawled up the bed, covering my body with his. He pushed my dress up to my waist.

Sucking in a breath, he warned me. “This is going to be hard and fast, Princess. We have the rest of the night to fuck slowly. There will be no sleeping.”

I swallowed hard.

“You can taste me. Later. Now I'm going to fuck the shit out of your pussy that’s already so wet for me.”

He sat back and pushed my legs open, his thick fingers wrapping around the thin elastic of my thong, and with a strong jerk, he ripped them right off my body.

I was fully exposed to his eyes for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, his eyes on fire.

Coming from Ryder, that was the best compliment I'd ever had.

His thumb circled my clit, pushing my need for him up another notch. I whimpered, needy, ready, wanting him inside me.

Ryder didn’t disappoint. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the pre-cum over the tip with his thumb. I drew in a breath—watching him being so primal was erotic beyond words. He quickly rolled a condom on and nudged my opening, rubbing his cock in my wet folds, lubricating himself so he would slide into me like a hot knife into butter.

Jesus, it was sexy. My pussy was throbbing—my heartbeat in my sex. Frantic. Wild. Ready.

He thrust into me with a feral animalistic groan, his hips bucking as he fucked me hard. No slow stroking, no stretching me first. He was as caveman as a guy could get.

And I loved it.

He bit into my shoulder, his balls slapping against my ass as he drove into me again and again.

I slipped my arms under his T-shirt and dug my nails into his skin, pushing my heels into his ass so he would go deeper.

“Greedy little cunt,” Ryder rasped.

“Yes,” I hissed. I knew it, and right now I didn’t care, as long as he kept fucking me hard. I'd never been fucked like this before, and I knew that after this, I could never go back to gentle-only again.

“Going to come, babe. Your pussy’s so tight.”

Damn, his dirty mouth turned me on, his words pushing me over the edge.

“Me . . . me too,” I moaned, trying my best to be quiet. I definitely didn’t want Mia or the kids waking and hearing our sexual grunting noises.

“Come.” His voice was husky yet demanding.

Just that one word and I spiraled out of control, my sex clenching wildly, gripping his cock as I rode my orgasm, thrusting my hips to meet his.

“Fuck, bitch . . . Princess . . . Jade. Fuck.”

He let go, pumping into me violently as he bit into my neck.

Our chests heaved, our breathing out of control, desperate for air, our bodies trembling as we held one another.

“Never.” Ryder panted. “Never . . . had a woman like you. You're my bitch, now. Only mine. That pussy is mine.”

I laughed softly. Yeah, I was his bitch. And my pussy was definitely his.

For now, at least.

Tomorrow? Hell, I didn’t know.

Princess had me by the balls. Every time I got inside her pussy, it just made me crave more. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I knew without a doubt that I couldn’t settle for anything less. There was something so different with Jade, a tugging at my heart and soul I'd never felt before. I was in fucking unknown territory. Usually it excited the hell out of me—I thrived on challenges and exploring new opportunities. But this was on another level completely.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand what was going on with me.

“Ryder, I’ve got to go,” she whispered, her face buried in my neck.

“No.” I grunted. “Stay.”

“My family—”

I couldn’t let her go. “I'm not done with you, babe. That was just the start.”

“Yeah? And then, Ryder? What about tomorrow, and the next day? It just gets harder the more we do this.”

I looked into her eyes. They were sad.

“Night ain't over, Princess. You said we had one night. Till the sun rises you’re still mine.”

“Ryder,” she gasped.

“Call your family. That’s what phones are for. Tell them you’re safe, and that you aren’t coming home tonight.”

She stared at me for a long time. Different emotions flickered through her eyes. I watched in amazement as she battled with her inner self. Would she stay? Did she understand how much I wanted her?

After what felt like forever, the ends of her mouth curved up ever-so-slightly.

I’d won.

“OK. But only tonight. When the sun rises, it’s over. Deal?”

I grinned. It wasn’t exactly the answer I’d wanted, but it would do. For now. Tomorrow I'd make other plans.

“Deal.” I nodded my head.

She sat up, and opened her purse to find her phone. She quickly dialed the number and spoke to her father. From their conversation I gathered that her old man was relieved that she was OK, but he wasn’t happy that she wasn’t coming home. Jade evaded his questions about where she was, and what had happened, telling him that they’d discuss it when she was back.

She’s going to be a kick-ass lawyer.

I grabbed two beers from the mini-bar fridge in my room. Yeah, go figure. This guest room was more like a hotel suite. It had a large desk as well as a seating area with two couches. The bathroom was five-star—not that I'd really know as I’d never seen anything as fancy as that. It featured an enormous bath—big enough for an orgy—and had massaging jets and gold taps. The shit rich people spent their cash on . . .

Jade must’ve been thirsty ‘cause she leaned against the headboard and gulped the beer down. Or was she using the alcohol to calm her nerves?

My gaze raked her body. I wanted to see what was under her dress. I wanted my hands on her perky tits. With Mia and the kids in the house, I couldn’t do to her what I really wanted to, but I knew we’d get to that in time.

My dick was still half-mast, ready for more action, but slower this time. At least, I'd try to go slower. When my need for her overtook me, I became wild and frantic, almost ape-like in my desire for her.

No wonder she called me a caveman . . .

“Tell me about your brother?” The bed dipped as I sat my naked ass beside her.

“What do you want to know?” she asked, casting her eyes down. Yeah, she was going to pull the lawyer trick on me, too. She was going to evade my questions.

“You said he was a mean-ass cop.” I took a long sip of my beer. Damn it tasted good. “Tell me more?”

“Oh, he’s with Special Ops. I don’t know all that much. Harrison’s pretty secretive about it. All I know it has to do with protecting our country against terrorists and eliminating illegal weapons. He won't tell me more. For my own protection, he said.” Her eyes were cast down, and there was a sadness tugging at the corners of her mouth as she spoke about him.

She sighed heavily. Suspecting there was more to the story, I kept silent, encouraging her to keep talking. She fell silent for a while, and just as I was about to give up on her offering more information, she spoke again.

“Ten years ago, something terrible happened that changed him forever. And me, too.” She closed her eyes as if to hide her pain.

My head jerked up. Now I fucking had to know more. I narrowed my eyes and watched her, still staying silent even though I had a hundred questions running through my brain.

“What happened?” I asked softly when she went all quiet. She was so deep in her thoughts I worried she’d fallen asleep.

“It was all my fault. What happened to Amy. And the others.” She bit her lower lip, her chin quivering. Fuck, she was going to cry. I hated when women cried. I never knew what the fuck to do.

“Princess, it’s OK.” Pulling her foot onto my lap, I stroked it, massaging her soles with my thumb. Her shoulders relaxed slightly and she blew out a long heavy breath.

“I haven’t spoken about it in years. More than seven, actually. After my therapy, I locked it away in a file in my brain and I tried to forget it ever happened. I'm trying to just move on with my life. Without the guilt.”

What in fuck’s name could have happened? And who was Amy? And what did it have to do with Harrison? So many fucking questions, but I didn't want to harass her with my curiosity. At least, not yet.

Clearly it was a big deal. Tears were streaming down Jade’s cheeks. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to bring her pain. I knew all about burying the hurt so deep that it got lost in a dark corner of one’s soul.

“Babe. It’s OK.” I put both our empty beer bottles on the table, and scooted over to hold her. Seeing my woman less than happy had a strange effect on me, twisting my heart and squeezing the fuck out of it.

Jade rubbed at her chest, then looked up at me with her big blue eyes. Fuck, I drowned in those eyes. For a minute there the world stood still.

Then she started laughing. Yeah. Laughing.

“Babe. You OK?” Was she losing the plot?