It Started with a Bang by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ryder

Itried to give Belle a minute to adjust to the feel of me inside her, but remaining still was impossible. Beads of sweat popped out along my forehead as I pulled out slowly, her inner walls clenching and squeezing my cock in the most deliciously agonizing way.

As I pushed back in, she bucked her hips, digging her heels into my ass to urge me forward. Her mewl of pleasure rang in my ears, her breath hot on my neck as she panted with need.

“Tell me,” I said, my voice thick and husky.

This time, there was no hesitation in her answer. “Faster, Ryder. Please.”

I’d originally insisted that she tell me what she wanted because I was a firm believer in communication—particularly in the bedroom. Sure, I could’ve done what I thought she wanted and guessed at what she liked, but having her tell me made sure I was doing everything right.

But hearing her tell me what to do, her voice heavy and pleading with need, had snapped something inside me. I wanted what she wanted. I needed what she needed. And when she came…holy shit. I almost embarrassed myself by spurting all over the floor.

And now that I was inside her, I could barely string two thoughts together. Her slick heat engulfed me, milking my cock as I pumped in and out of her. I braced my weight on my arms, pushing myself up so I could kiss her mouth as my hips pumped. She met me thrust for thrust, moaning into my mouth as my tongue tangled with hers.

Sex had never felt like this before, and I knew it wasn’t just because I was going in bare for the first time. That, in itself, was a shock. I hadn’t even thought of bringing condoms because I never expected this to happen. Sure, we’d kissed a few times, losing our heads in the moment only to come to our senses afterward. And last night, she’d been drunk when she invited me in.

I certainly didn’t expect to walk into this room to find her looking like an angel in white lingerie. I’d gotten hard the instant my eyes landed on her, and the quiet uncertainty on her face made the caveman inside me come to the surface. I wanted to wipe that look off her face. I wanted her to know how badly I wanted her.

So I’d launched myself at her, throwing caution to the wind and giving us both what we wanted. And fuck if I wasn’t glad I did. This…this was amazing.

My hips pumped faster, and Belle’s arms snaked around me, pulling me closer. Her breath panted in my ear in time with our movements. I pressed a kiss to her neck, then moved my mouth close to her ear.

“You feel so good, Belle,” I breathed. “So hot. And tight. And wet.”

I punctuated each statement with a hard thrust, and she gasped with pleasure. Her body tensed beneath me, her movements becoming frantic as her nails scratched my back. I felt her tightening around me, and I could feel my own orgasm building along with hers.

I pushed myself back up on my arms and ground my pelvis against her as I rolled my hips. Then, I lowered my head and drew one hard nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard, I flicked my tongue against it before releasing it with an audible pop.

“Come for me, Belle,” I ordered, my voice deep and somewhat broken.

Her head tilted back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she bucked beneath me. Her pussy clenched down, hard, before rippling around my cock with a wave of fresh heat and moisture. I barely had time to register it before my own orgasm ripped through me. I shouted, pushing deeper inside her as my cock throbbed with the release.

I collapsed onto her, panting for breath as my heart pounded in my chest. Her hands skimmed over my sweaty back, up and down and back again. Once I caught my breath, I rolled off of her, taking her with me. I landed on my back with Belle tucked against my side, her head on my chest.

My fingers stroked her hair as I stared at the ceiling, wondering what in the hell just happened. No, I knew what happened.

I’d just fucked my fake wife, and it was amazing. Mind-blowing.

And I really hoped this wasn’t some one-off thing for her, because I was already imagining being inside her again. Which was insane. Right?

This little blonde fireball slammed into my life—literally—annoyed the hell out of me, kissed me, then presented me with the most ridiculous of propositions…and now she was naked in my arms with my ring on her finger. All in what? Three weeks?

Second thoughts assailed me from every direction. This was going to complicate everything. Would we be able to go back to normal after this? Live as roommates for the duration of this marriage? Did I even want to? Did Annabelle?

Her fingertip began tracing geometric patterns on my chest, and my random thoughts fled as my mind focused solely on that sensation. When her fingernail brushed over one nipple, I inhaled sharply, feeling the blood rush to my cock.

Belle pushed up on one elbow and looked down at me with a smile. “Don’t move. I’m going to clean up, a little, and then I’m going to take care of this.”

As she spoke those last words, her hand snaked down to grasp my cock and give it a light stroke. Her lips pecked at mine, and she rolled away before I could tighten my hold on her and make her continue what she started. She whirled around in a cloud of blonde hair and darted into the bathroom. The view of her bare ass made my already-hard cock impossibly harder.

A minute or so later, she reemerged, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She sauntered toward me, swaying those hips seductively. I scooted up so I was upright with my back against the pillows and watched as she moved to the end of the bed and ran her hands down her body.

She was already gorgeous, but her confidence only made her more so. She hid nothing from me as she rolled her nipples between her fingers before sliding one hand down to touch herself. A little shiver ran through her before she moaned, her eyes falling closed.

I licked my lips as I watched her rub tiny circles over her clit, and my own hand moved down to stroke my cock in time with her movements.

“Don’t.”

My eyes flew back up to hers, but she was staring at the hand on my dick. I released it, moving my hand to my stomach. A smile curved her lips before her gaze darted up to meet mine.

“I want to do it,” she said, then climbed onto the bed before crawling toward me on her hands and knees.

Her breasts swayed as she moved, hypnotizing me. She could’ve told me to quack like a duck, and I would’ve done it without pause. Belle sat back on her heels, breaking my hypnosis as her fingers curled around my dick.

My head fell back, my eyes squeezing shut as she stroked me. I felt her breath for a fraction of a second before her mouth closed over the tip, and my eyes flew open as I lifted my head to look at her. Her eyes were on me, watching me as she worked me over with that hot mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “That feels so good, Belle.”

She hummed, taking me deeper into her mouth. Her tongue was doing some black magic shit that had my balls tightening, but I didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not this time. I needed to feel that pussy clenching around me again. Now.

Reaching forward, I wrapped my fingers around her biceps and pulled. She looked at me with a concerned expression, like maybe she was worried I didn’t enjoy her mouth on me. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Come here,” I said, tugging her forward.

She crawled up between my legs, and I guided her knees over my hips so she was straddling me. A moan vibrated from her chest as my cock slid inside her already-slick pussy. She was ready for me, and that was hotter than hell.

My hands found her breasts, my thumbs rolling over her nipples as she started to move. Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she rolled her hips as she lifted up and down, her inner walls squeezing me in a tight grip.

“That feels amazing,” I said, one hand sliding up around her neck to pull her forward for a kiss.

The feel of her tits teasing my chest as she rode me drove me a little wild, and I kissed her ferociously before licking my way to her ear.

“Talk to me, Belle,” I said, my voice breathy as I panted. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“You feel perfect,” she huffed out between breaths. “So hard, everywhere.” She ran a hand up my arm and down my chest, her fingers trailing over my taught muscles. “So smooth…ah!”

Her pussy clenched down as her movements stopped. My hands found her hips, taking over. I pushed and pulled, slamming her down over and over as the waves of her orgasm continued to ripple through her. She held on for dear life, her hot breath tickling my ear as high-pitched moans slipped out with each exhale.

When my own orgasm hit, I roared with the release, slamming her down hard and holding her there as my cock spasmed and filled her up. She slumped against my chest, breathing hard. Little orgasmic aftershocks rippled her inner walls every few seconds, causing a hitch in my breath every single time.

It felt fucking amazing.

Shefelt fucking amazing.

Lying here, with her in my arms and my cock still buried deep inside her, I realized I didn’t want this weekend to end. I wanted to stay right here, in this bed, for as long as it took to get her out of my system.

I wasn’t sure if that was even possible. And that didn’t scare me half as much as it should’ve.

I was so fucked.