Page 92 of Hate To Love You

I pout. “Me? A tease?” I ask in mock offense, and I’m honestly shocked at how sultry and seductive I sound. “You love it.”

Ryker's breath quickens as I lean forward, my breasts grazing his chest as I trace the cold spoon along his neck again, drawing a shiver from him.

I giggle at his reaction and drag the icy metal down his chest, teasing his nipples and making them harden.

“You're so sensitive,” I murmur with a grin. Ryker growls.

Dipping the spoon back into the ice cream, I bring it to Ryker's lips and watch as he takes the sweet offering into his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure.

I withdraw the spoon slowly, catching a drop of ice cream that threatens to fall from his lip with my thumb, which I then suck into my own mouth, moaning at the taste.

“I understand now why you were enjoying this so much,” I tell him. “This is fun,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

I move the spoon lower, skipping over the large bandage that covers his ribs, and landing right above his cock. It twitches in anticipation, hard and throbbing as the cold metal draws closer. I deliberately take my time, teasing him mercilessly as I run the spoon along his inner thighs, eliciting delicious shudders from him.

Finally, I reach his cock, and with deliberate slowness, I coat the shaft with the cold, creamy treat, starting from the base and moving upwards. Ryker bucks his hips slightly, unable to control himself as the cold ice cream drips down his length.

“Mmm,” I moan, my eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Scooping more ice cream onto the spoon, I hold it over Ryker's swollen member. I let a drop fall onto the engorged head, watching as it slowly slides down, creating a sticky trail.

I repeat this, covering his length with the dessert, before taking him in my hand and stroking him slowly.

Ryker groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as I pump up and down. I lean forward, my hair falling to the side as I lick off a stray drop of ice cream from his tip. I hum in satisfaction, making his cock twitch between my lips.

“Jesus, Gwen,” he gasps, his hands sinking into my hair. “You're driving me crazy.”

I smile against his length, relishing in the power I hold over him in this moment. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I suck and swirl my tongue, combining the taste of ice cream with the saltiness of his precum. My hand continues to stroke him in perfect rhythm, my fingers coated in the sticky sweetness.

Ryker's hips begin to move in time with my mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I can tell he’s close, so I slow my pace, determined to draw out his pleasure.

I sit up, smiling at him impishly. Ryker groans, his eyes full of desire and frustration.

“Not yet,” I whisper, crawling back on top of him and lowering myself slowly, my eyes never leaving his as I slide down his cock. I gasp at the fullness and Ryker lets out a hiss.

Oh, fuck. This is exactly what I needed. How is it possible for him to feel this good?

I begin to move up and down slowly, getting used to his size. His hands grasp my hips, moving with me as I bounce and grind on his cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” I pant, my hands landing on his chest. Ryker winces and I remember his ribs. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say, grimacing. He chuckles lowly.

“It’s okay, Rebel,” he says as he reaches up to cup my face, his eyes darkening with need. “Now keep fucking me.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped moving.

As I begin to move again, Ryker groans and his hands find my hips again. My breasts bounce with each thrust, my juices coating his length as I ride him. Our bodies move in perfect rhythm.

I lean forward, this time setting my hands on his shoulders as I quicken my pace. Ryker thrusts upwards to meet me, our bodies slapping together in a rhythmic cadence. My whimpers are soft, mingling with his grunts of pleasure as we both chase our release.

“That's it, baby girl,” Ryker growls, his voice rough with desire. “Ride me hard.”

His words send tingles down my spine, and I ride him harder, ignoring the way my body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ryker,” I pant, my head falling back as I feel my core tighten.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands in a deep, breathy voice.

“I’m yours,” I breathe, trying to concentrate on the feeling of pleasure at the base of my spine. His grip on me grows tighter, and a hand wraps around my neck, squeezing lightly. My eyes pop open and I meet his wild gaze.