Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(25)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“Chances are, you’ll never have as much attitude as me.”

“I think we’ve already established that.” Suzanne was about to sidle on past him again, the little tease, but Ryder blocked her by turning his body. She retreated a step and wound up close to the wall. Perfect.

Ryder took her by the shoulders and pushed her the rest of the way until her back made contact.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

“That’s all you better do. I want my o**l s*x and I don’t want it against this wall.”

“You’ll take it wherever I give it to you,” he told her, fingers stroking across the front of her panties, enjoying the heat coming from her. “And like it.”

Suzanne’s breathing was increasing, just from his light touch across her clitoris, but she gave a scoff. “Who says I’ll like it, you arrogant ass?”

But there was more arousal than scolding in her voice and Ryder kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering over the taste of her. “You would if you weren’t so stubborn. Just relax and let me kiss you.”

Suzanne gave a short nod, and Ryder closed the gap between them, his legs on either side of hers, hands on her neck, his mouth falling onto her soft, sweet lips. But when he kissed her, she bit his bottom lip, just a quick nip to show him she wasn’t about to be submissive.

“Oh, we’re going to play it like that, are we?” Ryder used his foot to shove her legs farther apart.

“Like what?” she asked, eyes open in mock innocence. She leaned against the wall, her breathing quick, torso tilted up toward his body.

“This power play. We’re going to fight for control.”

“Let’s not fight. It’s such a waste of energy. Just give all the control to me.”

Ryder took her mouth with a hard kiss, wanting her so bad he couldn’t believe that it was possible to want that deep, that hard, that desperate. “I’ll give it to you.”

“I bet you will,” she said, her hands sliding down and grabbing his ass. She squeezed and fondled him with a total lack of inhibition he found very hot.

Ryder ripped her bra straps down and yanked the cups so her br**sts spilled out. He was losing it. They were crashing into what was about to be rough sex against the wall, right next to her framed picture of the Eiffel Tower. Bending over, he nipped the creamy swell of her breast, earning him a hard swat on the ass.

“What, you don’t like that?”

“I want more,” she said. “Suck me.”

Since that was punctuated by another smack, Ryder had no problem obliging. It was on. All his blood was rushing south, his mouth was hot, his dick hard, his muscles tense. He tore at her bra until it was down by her belly button, and then he covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked. Suzanne gasped in pleasure and Ryder wedged his knee up farther between her legs, rubbing his thigh against the slippery satin of her panties.

Her nipple was hard and slick, a tight little bud that felt amazing in his mouth, so good that he had to bite it.

“Ah!”

The little gasp of shock and pleasure egged him on. He bit a little harder, cupping the weight of her full br**sts in his hands. Suzanne had deliciously round and perfect br**sts, naturally large enough that Suz had always joked they were officially hooters. Ryder didn’t care what they should be called, he was just grateful for their soft fullness and for the fact that they were one hundred percent real, giving Suzanne plenty of sensation in them.

She smacked at his head even as she arched her back, guiding her br**sts back to him when he pulled away. “Too hard.”

“No, it’s not. You like it hard.” Ryder flicked his tongue over the taut bud, giving it a third nip.

“Shit, you’re right.” Suzanne’s fingers clamped onto his hair. “You make me nasty.”

That was one of the nicest things she’d ever said to him.

Ryder dropped down to his knees and stripped her panties to her knees. Pulling apart her blond curls he studied her dewy, shiny pink sex, knowing the longer he waited, the more she would squirm. When her legs shifted restlessly and her fingers tugged relentlessly on his hair, he still paused, blowing a stream of warm air over her clitoris. Her hips bucked forward in a blatant invitation, but he resisted the urge to touch her with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, instead just breathing steadily, his thumbs holding her apart and open, his c**k throbbing intensely in his jeans, as he watched the wetness of her arousal increasing. As it trailed down her thigh, he wanted to reach out and lap it off her warm flesh, but he resisted.

“Touch me,” Suzanne demanded.

“No.”

“Well, then I’m leaving,” she said, voice shaking with irritation and arousal, hands shoving his head, hips lifting off the wall so she could move past him.

Which was exactly when Ryder used his arm to push her back and his tongue came out and lapped at her, a long bold stroke. Her body jerked in reaction, but she still tried to escape. Ryder applied more pressure to her hips with his arm and sucked her clit.

“Shit, stop it, let me go.”

He pulled back, but gave a random flick here and there, knowing this conversation wouldn’t last long. “You don’t want me to let you go.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why?” Ryder plunged his tongue up inside her and she dug her nails into his shoulders.

“Because you’re an ass**le.”

He pulled out completely. “So you’ve been telling me for years. Speaking of which . . .” Ryder slid a finger through her juicy inner thighs, then kept going down and around and slipped it inside her back door.

She gave a strangled gasp, her thighs trembling. When he ate at her, licking and sucking and stroking, his finger moving in tandem, he felt her entire body tensing around him. Fingers squeezed him, knees bucked against him, cries grew louder and louder, the scent of her sex swelling up around him.

When he knew she was going to come, he paused, finger inside her, tongue hovering over her clitoris. “Oh, wait, you want me to let you go, don’t you?”

“If you let me go, I’ll rip your dick off with my bare hands.”

That’s what he loved about this woman. Balls to the wall, and she still came out swinging.

“That won’t be necessary,” he told her and finished the job, reveling in the sensation of her coming over, on, and around him.

Suzanne screamed as her body exploded and contracted, and Ryder was really damn grateful that she liked getting nasty with him.