Jani Kay - Two Worlds Colliding

“You look so funny wearing only a tee and socks.”

She was right. It wasn’t my best look. I'd never cared what a bitch thought before. Why did I suddenly care now? I leaned over and pulled off my socks, throwing them into the corner.

“Better?” I grinned.

She quirked an eyebrow. “The tee?”

I pulled it over my head, and sent it to join my socks.

This woman was going to be the best fucking lawyer in the state.

She had question-evasion down to an art.

Stunned, I sucked in a breath.

I’d changed the subject purposely to distract Ryder from asking too many questions. But I’d never bargained on getting totally distracted myself.

Ryder was magnificent. His body was lean, yet muscled, with large pecs and washboard abs that left me speechless. The hardness of his body was such a strong contrast to my own soft curves that it had me salivating just at the thought of running my fingers over his skin to feel that hardness beneath my palms.

My gaze followed the deep V that flanked his groin and came to rest on his cock. A smile twitched the corners of my mouth as I admired both the length and breadth of the beast that had ravaged me and driven me to orgasm.

Yes. Ryder Knox was a fine specimen of alpha-maleness indeed. And tonight he was mine. All mine.

His sculpted body and artful tattoos took my breath away. If I'd ever been on the fence before about an inked body, I was a convert now. I traced a finger up his arm, following the tattoo of the cobra’s tail from the top of Ryder’s hand, curling its way up his forearm to his bicep and triceps. His muscles flexed in reaction to my feather-like strokes. Curling my fingers, I squeezed his upper arm. Feeling his brute strength flipped my stomach and made my pussy clench. Here was a man who could protect me against harm. It was intoxicating.

My hand floated over his chest toward the tattoo above his heart. It was beautiful; a red and yellow exotic bird with a long sweeping tail that ended just above his nipple. I sucked in a breath when my eyes fell on his nipple ring. God, it was sexy. I had to touch it. I dipped my head and licked his nipple, sucking gently on the piercing.

The feral groan that rumbled from his chest made my heart sing. I liked that I could affect him this much.

My tongue traced down the center of his torso, kissing and lapping its way south, passed the sprinkling of hair that took me directly to the pot of gold. I ignored his cock, which by now had grown in length and width, and was bobbing its head for my attention. I kissed the V on each side of his loin, eliciting an even deeper groan.

“Fuck, babe. What are you doing to me?” I looked up at him from under my lashes. His pupils were fully dilated, a fine mist of sweat covering his skin.

I went in for the kill. Without touching him with my hands, I licked the pre-cum from his tip before rimming his cock with my mouth. Listening for his panting breaths, I gauged how well I was doing, increasing the pressure of my lips as I ran them up and down his shaft.

“Suck me,” he demanded, grabbing a fist full of hair and pushing his cock into my mouth. I took him deep, nearly balls-deep. He was too big to take all the way without gagging, so I quickly fisted the base of his cock to fully envelop him.

I sucked.

He groaned.

I pumped his cock with my fist till he pulled my head right back, releasing his cock.

“Jesus. You’ll make me come if you keep that up for another second.”

I licked my lips and smiled up at him. The expression on his face was priceless: half-dazed, half in agony, I knew he was close to the point of no return.

Ryder pulled me up his body, and I felt my hardened nipples scrape along his skin. He let out a long hiss. Holding the back of my head, he kissed me long and hard, every ounce of his longing poured into that one kiss. Finally he released my mouth.

“Ride me. Make me come hard,” he ordered, his voice gruff.

Yes.

I was dying to get his cock inside me. I ripped the foil with my teeth, barely caring if I bit a hole in the fucking condom, I was that desperate to have him fill me. My fingers trembled as I placed it onto the tip of his cock. He sensed my uncertainty and covered my hands with his, helping me to roll it on. Shit, it was sexy as hell. I squeezed my thighs together, the ache in my pussy becoming unbearable.

“Eager, Princess?” he murmured, chuckling softly.

I nodded. We were equally desperate, and this wasn’t the time for talking.

Pushing upward, I lifted my body and his hands cupped my ass and squeezed. “Perfect. Your ass is perfect.”

I smiled back at him as I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my waiting entrance.

“Ryder,” I gasped as his hands guided me down and his cock drove into me, filling me to the hilt.

“Good girl.” It was a fullness I loved experiencing.

“Now ride me,” he said, a smile twisting the corners of his mouth as he reached up and grabbed my breasts in both hands and squeezed hard.

Finding strength in my thighs, I rode his cock, slamming down onto his balls each time. He pulled me forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth before biting down on the hard nub. I squealed, trying hard not to make a noise. The combination of pleasure and pain drove me to the edge.

His fingers found their way to my clit and he circled the sensitive bud till all my senses exploded. “Ryder. Please. I'm going to come.” I panted, frantic for release.

“Come, baby. Come for me.” His voice was husky, and his command sent me over the edge.

I let go. “Yes. Baby,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. Wave after wave of delicious ripples passed through my body, gripping his cock as I convulsed around him.

“Fuck. That’s it for me too.”

His eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them and I watched his beautiful face as he came apart, pumping into me.

He pulled me to his chest and I lay on top of him. His arms tightened around me, his chest heaving with exertion. He planted a kiss on my forehead.

Completely sated, we fell asleep as the birds started twittering outside, a sure sign that dawn was approaching.

The morning had come all too quickly, and Ryder and I had dozed off in one another’s arms, exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked. I would probably still be sleeping if it weren’t for my phone waking me. I let it go to voicemail.

Since I was awake, I decided to get home before Ryder woke and tried to stop me. I slipped on my dress and tiptoed to the door. Luckily Ryder was out cold, so I snuck out of the house and found my shoes by the front door. I walked to the sidewalk before I called for a taxi.

While I waited for the taxi, I scrolled through the nine text messages Marcus had left me. Then I listened to the thirteen voice messages, deleting them one by one. From what I could gather, Marcus was in a spin; he’d left the party and gone home, avoiding my father so that he didn’t need to explain to him that I’d caught him with his pants down and his dick inside the new secretary. Or that I’d gone off on the back of a badass biker’s motorcycle. I suppressed the urge to giggle, thinking of Marcus and his panicked expression when we rode off, leaving him on the sidewalk.

I didn’t think Marcus ever imagined that good girl Jade would really go through with something like that. And he was right—a mere few months ago I wouldn’t have dreamed that I’d behave like this. Jesus, I would’ve slapped a libel suit on anyone who dared to degrade and insult me with such an accusation.

Now, here I was, sneaking to my bedroom like a teenager, my shoes in my hand, wearing Ryder’s shirt over my dress. I looked a goddamn mess, and I hoped I could get to my room before being spotted and interrogated.

“Jade, is that you, honey?” Mom’s voice was laced with worry.

“Yes, I’m home. And everything’s fine.”

She caught me just as I reached my bedroom. Her eyes narrowed and she drew a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re safe. But you had me really worried. It’s not like you, Jade. You didn’t even behave like this when you were younger. . .”

“I know. And maybe I should’ve. Because I grew up to quickly, and never had a chance to just be a crazy teenager.”

“Then why start now? Who is the man that you slept with last night? I know it’s not Marcus. And good Lord, you look a mess. Must’ve been a rough night.”

Mom never sugarcoated her words. I appreciated that about her, because I always knew exactly where I stood.

“Daddy?” I enquired, yawning behind my hand. My eyes were about to fall closed. I’d hardly slept and after the vigorous . . . exercise Ryder had put me through, I was sore and tired.

She shook her head. “He’s asleep. I gave him something to help him doze off. Go have a shower, Jade. I’ll bring you a cup of tea. Looks like you could do with it.”

I shot her a grateful glance. I wasn’t off the hook—I knew Sylvia Summers better than that—but she’d let me clean up and sleep first, so that I was up to the full-on interrogation that lay ahead.

“Dad called Harrison. Just thought you should know. All Marcus said after Dad finally got through to his phone is that you left on the back of a motorcycle. Is that true?” A small smile twisted the corners of her mouth. She was the one who’d taught me to always know the rules so that I could break them properly if need be.