Free Fight for Me by Bethany Bazile Page B

hand over the tight muscles of his abdomen. He grabbed my wrist as I traced the edge of his briefs with my fingers. Our gazes locked. His blue eyes flickered with warning. I tried to entice him with a seductive grin. I didn’t remember it being so much fun trying to get my way when I was younger, but I must have gotten better at it, because Ryder’s grip on my wrist loosened. He shifted his hips and pulled his boxer briefs down just enough for his cock to jut out, hard and straining against his abs with a shiny silver barbell with round ends through the head, from the backside to the front.
    He was thick, rigid, and velvety soft. It was stunning .
    My mouth watered from wanting to lick him. I wanted to feel the cool metal and his hot skin against my tongue at the same time. Ryder watched cautiously like the hawk they called him, ready to pounce at my next move.
    I knew what he was watching for, and he knew I’d try, so I went for it. I reached out and touched the silver piece of jewelry. I tugged gently on it and his body jolted as if shocked by lightning.
    In a blink of an eye, I was on my back with Ryder leaning over me like an animal ready to attack. Gone was the playful light that had been in his eyes minutes ago, replaced by dark desire.
    “You want to play dirty? Because that’s the way I like it. You have no idea what you’re asking for.” His hands moved up my side, pulling my shirt up until he cupped my breasts in his palms. He rolled and pulled at the hardened tips. “You want me to fuck you? Is that what you really want, Lexi?”
    My moan was smothered when his mouth covered mine and his tongue slipped past my lips. The kiss was hungry and unrestrained. I clasped onto his hair and held his lips captive. I'd wanted to taste him from the second I laid eyes on him. The strong strokes of his tongue against mine were awakening a need in me I hadn't felt before.
    He settled in between my thighs, rocking his erection against the wet crotch of my panties. He moved his mouth to my neck, his tongue caressing the sensitive skin there. Tingles surged through my body, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come. He shifted his weight, giving himself some room to maneuver his hand down my belly and into my panties. I wanted him like I’d never wanted any man.
    He slid two strong fingers over my wet flesh, while his thumb gently caressed my clit. He rotated his finger in a slow circle against the sensitive bud, and I gasped for air. His lust-filled eyes locked onto mine, and he trapped me in a sensual stare-down. His expression was serious and his face tense. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and I knew it was costing him a lot not to devour me the way he wanted to.
    Every muscle in my body tightened as one slick finger slipped inside me. I was panting, and my eyelids were so heavy I wanted to shut them and enjoy the feel of Ryder exploring my body, but I couldn’t break away from his gaze.
    He slipped a second finger into me, and I reached up and held on to his shoulders. I writhed beneath him as he manipulated his fingers so they hit my G-spot. My legs began to tremble, and my nipples hardened as every inch of my body ached for release.
    He licked the shell of my ear and whispered, “Damn, I love that sound you’re making.”
    I hadn’t even realized I’d been moaning so incessantly, but it was uncontrollable. His mouth moved over my body until he was sucking on my nipple. In an instant, everything went black as the force of my orgasm blinded me. I shuddered and cried out as his fingers continued their sweet torture inside my clenching body.
    When he finally slipped his fingers out, he kissed me softly and looked into my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for the emotions I saw when our gazes met. I wished I could close my eyes and pretend what we just shared was purely physical, because I knew he wouldn’t give me more, despite what he felt. But in reality, I knew what I felt for Ryder would have me yearning for more