Ryder.
Not nervous this time, longing. Longing to feel the thick, long cock fill her ever so deliciously. Longing to run her hands over his tight, firm muscles. Longing to cum all over him many, many times. Longing. Hoping. They were friends….but she very much wanted to fuck him again.
Lydia glanced at her watch, they should arrive soon. She was on her fourth jack and ginger and slightly regretting arriving early. She sipped her drink thoughtfully, glancing around the ever filling pub. She was just thinking she should slow down, when the tone of rowdy male voices filled the air, and he walked in.
Lydia bit her lip behind the cover of her drink. This was one of her favourite parts, the long look. She doubted he knew how attractive he was. Or maybe he did, and just lacked the confidence to use it. She downed the rest of her drink and stood. Running her hands down her body, smoothing out her outfit. Simple, classic Lydia. Black skirt adorned with silver zips and chains, grey and white tie dye ish shirt with black lace overlay, long hair brushed to a shine and docs. Simple.
Ryder smiled when he spotted Lydia. She was smoothing out her skirt. He knew she wore that just for him. The pictures she sent were always her in jeans. He had asked her about it once, and she said she only wore skirts when she wanted the easy access. Her outfit told him two things. One, she wanted to fuck him. Two, she wanted to at least start at the bar. He strode up to her and wrapped her up in a tight hug, lifting her off of the ground. Ryder inhaled greedily. Lydia always smelled good.
Lydia squeezed Ryder back. He felt amazing. She was pressed against his chiseled chest, and she could feel the outline of his impressive dick against her body. Lydia licked her lips as a trill of lust ran through her. She wanted him already.
Ryder put her town on the ground and kissed her cheek.
“What are you drinking kitten?”
“Jack and ginger”.
“On the way!” Ryder flagged down the waitress and ordered the drinks.
Lydia could feel the effects of her earlier drinks creeping up on her. Lydia drunk is pretty much Lydia sober…but far more blunt. She slammed her drink when it arrived. Ryder cocked an eyebrow in question.
“I want to dance”, she said as she shrugged and joined the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Lydia moved her hips in time to the music and a small smile hit Ryders lips as sipped his drink and watched. He knew how well she could roll and tilt her hips, and watching her do it to music was almost as good as watching her do it naked. A tall dark haired man came up behind her and placed a hand on her hip as she danced. She leaned into him and ground herself onto his body. She did not seem to care who she was dancing with, just enjoying herself. He moved his hand to her stomach. She still danced. Her eyes closed and her hair flying around her. Ryder watched as the mans hand inched higher. He wasn’t jealous, but Lydia was his tonight and he didn’t feel like sharing. The mans hand was just about to cup her breast and Lydia’s eyes flew open and zeroed in on Ryder. She stared at him with a look as if to say,
“Well, are you going to touch me or will he?”
Ryder finished his drink and moved to stand in front of Lydia. Mr tall and dark had on hand on her hip, and another on her tit. As soon as he was within touch distance, Lydia reached out to Ryder and pulled him down to kiss her. Ryder wrapped his arms around her, displacing the other man, who moved onto the next girl easily. He broke the kiss, and brushed the hair from her face, tracing his finger along her jawline in the process. Ryder could feel her shutter from his touch. Lydia stopped dancing.
“Thirsty” she said as she moved toward the bar.
Lydia was halfway through her drink before Ryder made it to her. She passed him a beer, and clanked her glass onto his before finishing hers off.
“What do you tell them about me?” She asked, pointing her chin at his friends.
Ryder seemed amused. “Nothing really, a friend from the shore.”
“Don’t ask don’t tell?” She quipped with a smirk.
“What happens on the shore…stays on the shore.” He replied.
Lydia paused as if mulling something over and burst out laughing.
“Friend from shore….Ryder, I’m your shore whore!” She was laughing so hard her head was down and she had to place a palm on his chest to support herself.
Ryder looked down at her in confusion, “Shore whore? Lydia, I don’t actually think you are a whore!”
She looked up at him with a hooded smile, still laughing. Ryder glanced at her empty glass and it clicked into place.
“You are fucking drunk!” he exclaimed.
“Absolutely.” She replied with a grin and grabbed him again to kiss him.
Ryder laughed and deepened the kiss, “Good, gets me closer to what I want.”
Lydia pulled back and gave him a sultry smile.
“Sit down before your hurt someone hun, I’ll get you some water.”
“Yes sir!” She mock saluted and went and sat at a table to wait for him.
Ryder watched her sway to the music as he got a bottle of water. He reached the table, cracked the bottle and placed it in front of Lydia. She grabbed it and drank from the bottle in long, greedy drags. She placed it back on the table, turned to Ryder and asked,
“Happy?”
“Yes Kitten.” He said with a smile. Ryder was good people.
Lydia shivered slightly at the sound of his voice and the close proximity to his body. Drinking heightened her senses and right now they were being assaulted by the sight, smell, sound and touch of Ryder. She wanted to jump him right here.
Lydia scooted closer to Ryder and leaned into his body, pulling his arm around her. She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck. She paused a moment to see if he would stop her, when he didn’t, she ran her nose along the thin skin and continue planting kisses, her hand moving to his chest. She moaned lightly, the scent of his skin invading her and teasing her. Lydia drew her hand down Ryders chest as she nudged his head aside and kissed his throat. Her hand landed on the hardening mass that was hidden by his jeans. Ryders breath caught in his throat.
He glanced around. The table they were at was in the corner, mostly hidden by shadows. Wide enough to cover their bodies a bit. He reached his hands out and pulled Lydia to a stand, tilted her chin, and kissed her deeply. His tongue exploring hers in firm, sure strokes. Lydia groaned into the kiss, the vibrations sending chills down Ryders spine. He gently turned her around, and seated her on his lap, facing away from him. He continued his exploration of her with his lips. Brushing them softly along her neck and collarbone and jaw. Lydia was shifting her hips slightly, clearly enjoying the attention. He had his hands on her hips, and moved them up to her ribcage. He could feel her breathing becoming erratic when he dragged his tongue firmly from her neck to her shoulder, just along her collarbone, and back before biting down on her neck with some force. Lydias hips jolted forward and she reached for the table to steady herself.
“Careful Kitten”, he said into her neck with a smile, “Someone will see.” He bit her neck lightly this time, drawing a gasp from Lydia.
Ryder moved his hands from her ribs down to the bottom of her shirt, he slipped one inside and slowly drew it up to her breasts. He squeezed gently through her bra. His other hand played with the bottom of her skirt. He teased her like this for a moment, Lydia relaxing into his body and grip. She rested her head on his shoulder, concentrating on her breathing, and the feel of his hands on her body. Ryder kissed her jaw and simultaneously flipped one breast out of her bra under her shirt, and slid the other up the inside of her thigh so it was resting on the outside of the thin material covering her.
Ryder fingered her nipple, rolling in between his fingers before pinching. His other hand slipped into her panties. Lydia arched her back at his touch. His fingers slid through the chaos between her legs, spreading the warm, slick juices over her lips. He found her clit and rubbed it slowly, placing his lips onto her shoulder. She squirmed against his touch, swallowing hard as she struggled to maintain a calm appearance. He flipped her breast back into her bra and moved his other hand down as well, sliding up her skirt on the other side. He used his fingers to open her pussy and added another finger with his first hand. Lydia moaned louder. Ryder used his hands to pull her closer, seating his fingers deeper. Lydia rocked her hips agains his hands.
“You like hun?” He whispered.
Lydia nodded her response, afraid to open her mouth.
Ryder removed his fingers to pull her skirt a bit higher and spread her legs across his. Lydia protested the loss, grinding her hips into his lap and drawing her hand up to rest on his head as he kissed her. When he had her legs draped across his comfortably, he moved his hand back between her legs, wrapping the other around her body. He entered her with three fingers, Lydia whimpered slightly in pain, but her flowing arousal coated his fingers indicating she was enjoying it as well. He moved his fingers apart slightly, stretching her more, reminding her of what would come later.
She rolled her hips, rocking herself against him. Ryder cupped his fingers inside of her and pulled her closer again, “Slow down hun, I’m only kissing you”. He teased against her ear, licking her neck. Lydia swallowed and stilled her hips. Ryder was bringing her closer to climax with ever move and she was struggling to remain calm against his powerful hands. She was losing the battle when the house lights went down. Strobes and lasers came on. Their corner got more private.
Ryder dragged his tongue up her neck again, biting hard just along her jaw.
“Move your hips Kitten. Fuck my fingers. Show me what you will do to my cock.” Ryder bit down again, causing Lydia to grind her hips into his hand. He kissed and bit. Each time his teeth grazed her skin, she moved faster and harder against him. He could feel her racing to the edge, her breathing was erratic and laboured. Her hips were rocking hard and Ryder just managed to slam his free hand over her mouth as she cried out her release. Ryder could feel her walls milking his fingers as cum dripped out of her stretched body. Lydia screamed into Ryders hand and she held to the table to keep from falling over. Ryder waited until she stopped writing and moaning to lower his hand…and remove his other. Lydia sank into him and reached for her water. She downed the rest of the water and stood to rearrange her clothing. Ryder stared at her pointedly and slowly and deliberately, licked his fingers dry. Lydia bit her lip with a smile and rolled her hips before backing up onto the dance floor.
Ryder adjusted his legs carefully. He was hard to the point of pain. Licking his fingers had been a bad idea. He stood behind the table and reached down to move things into a more comfortable position and almost exploded from the light touch. Ryder caught his breath and calmed slightly before leaving the secluded corner to hunt down his friends…and Lydia.
It didn’t take long to find either of them. Lydia was on the dance floor jumping around to the beat, her glorious breasts bouncing in time with a slight sheen of sweat covering them. Most of his friends were dancing with her…or rather watching her with a grin. She somehow managed to dance with all of them, and none of them at the same time. She didn’t really seem to care if anyone was there or paying attention to her. If someone touched her, she touched them back. Someone pulled her close, she gyrated into their body. She was essentially fucking every guy she danced with fully clothed.
Lydia slowed her movements to look for Ryder, he was at a table with a few guys, drinking a beer. He looked as though he was trying not to watch her. She caught his eye, and then trailed her gaze down his body to his hand gripping his drink. Beside it looked to be a drink for her. She strode over to him and bent over the table to sip it through a straw looking up at him demurely.
“Thank you Ryder”, she said darkly, her voice dripping with lust. Her gaze drifted to the balcony above the dance floor, that was currently empty.
“I’m going to finish my drink up there, people watch a bit.” She palmed her drink and disappeared into the crowd.
Ryder grabbed his drink and followed, for a few reasons. He wasn’t sure how drunk she was and did not want anyone taking advantage of her. Also, he was pretty sure she wanted him to follow her. Lydia was leaning on the railing bopping along to the music with her drink in hand. He slid in beside her and they stood watching and sipping their beverages.
“Hold this.” Lydia said, passing her drink to Ryder, “I dropped my…something.”
She dropped to her knees beside Ryders leg and her hand went to the zipper on his jeans. Lydia smiled to herself at the feel of his hardness. Ryder jumped back slightly, looked around and took a sip of beer. Lydia popped the button and used her teeth to drag the zipper down. Ryders hips jolted forward. She reached her hand in and her eyes latched onto his massive cock as it sprung free.
She licked and bit her lip before kissing the tip softly. She settled back on her haunches and cradled the tip of his flesh on her tongue. She leaned forward taking an inch or two and Ryder groaned. Her mouth was wet and warm. Lydia pulled back, moving her hand to the base of his shaft, unable to wrap her hand around its girth. She was running her other hand just under the hem of his shirt, along his hipbones. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, slightly sucking and kissing randomly. Lydia swirled her tongue loosely around Ryder, French kissing his stiff cock. Her tongue would occasionally flick out hitting sensitive spots. Saliva was dripping toward her hand, that was working what was not in her mouth. Ryders hips were rocking slightly. He wasn’t going to last long with how hard he had been all night. Lydia tilted her head slightly, and took more of him into her mouth. Ryder let out a groan, most ladies didn’t try to take so much of him and Ryder expected to feel Lydia gag, as last time…but the feeling never came. Instead, she raised herself up slightly and took more of him in. She worked him into her throat inch after inch, moving her head back a few times to drip more of her sexy fucking spit along it. Finally she pressed down, Ryders entire dick disappearing into her body. When she had her lips brushing against his base, she let out a low moan, the vibrations bringing him closer. She worked him with sure, firm strokes of her throat and hands. Various sensations of tightness hit all over. Her mouth opening and closing to change pressure on him. She ducked her chin slightly when she pulled back, causing the tip of him to run along the roof of her mouth. She sped up slightly, coaxing him to cum. Ryder pushed his hips a bit more, and she grabbed tight to him, showing who was in charge.
It was an illusion. She didn’t want to be in charge. She was dripping for him and wanted him to tear her clothes off and dominate every inch of her body with his. Ryder’s breathing grew heavy and he dropped one hand to her head holding tightly to her hair. Lydia pulled back a bit and tightened her lips as she moved up and down. Ryder jolted as his climax came crashing through him, Lydia stilled his body and began to suck harder, draining every bit of cum from his body. When she was satisfied she had it all, she gently tucked him into his jeans and did them back up. She stood and looked Ryder in the eye as she very deliberately swallowed his load with a small moan and one hand on her breast. She ran her thumb along the sides of her mouth, catching the last few bits, and the slipped it into her mouth sucking it clean.
“Found my something.” She said breathily biting at her lower lip.
Lydia reached for Ryders hand and placed it on her inner thigh, dragging it up to her core. Ryder inched a finger forward finding her soaking wet with need.
Done. Ryder was done. They needed to leave before he full on fucked her in public. Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulder, and ever so slightly worked herself against his hand. While staring up at him, her hand still holding onto his wrist.
“Wanna get out of here?” Ryder asked, not missing the rough sound of his voice.
Lydia let go of his wrist, downed the rest of her drink and his, and started toward the stairs. They went outside and Ryder waved down a taxi. They settled in the back and Lydia gave her address and they took off into the night.
The ride was quick. Lydia got out of the taxi first, leaving Ryder to pay. When he got to her door she placed something into his hand. Her wet panties. Ryder shoved her into the door and kissed her, hard. Lydia reached her arms around him and kissed him back, pulling herself up, and wrapping her legs around his hips. He pushed her into the door, kissing her deeply, practically fucking her mouth with his tongue. Lydia pulled at his short hair, grazing her nails along the back of his neck. Ryder tried the door handle, but it was still locked. He pulled back and put her onto the ground, turned her body to face the door and pushed her into it slightly, tilting his hips so his once again hard dick hit her back.
“Open the door hun.” He demanded moving his hips back and forth slowly. Lydia fumbled with her keys, but eventually got the door open. She stepped inside and kicked her shoes and socks off to the side, dropped her purse and keys onto the floor and turned to face Ryder. She took a step back and slowly pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She was left in her black bra and skirt, backing slowly into her room. It only took two strides for Ryder to be in front of her again, leaning down to kiss the top of her pale breasts. Lydia let out a breathy moan that caught in her throat. She put her hands around his neck and brought his ear to her lips. She nipped slightly before whispering, “My need is dripping down my leg.” She reached a hand down and dragged a finger up along her inner thigh to just below her skirt hem, then pushed it into Ryders mouth. The taste of her filled his tongue and he picked her up to walk the rest of the way to her room.
“Strip.” He commanded. Lydia obliged, shivering with anticipation. Ryder drank in her body. Her long dark hair contrasting with her alabaster skin. Lydia dropped her bra to the floor and kicked off her skirt. Her nipples were a pale pink and hardened either against the cool air, or excitement. Her hands pulled her hair over her shoulders and she walked back to her bed. When she hit it, she sat, drew her legs up and scooted back.
Ryder walked toward her, relieving himself of his own clothing, that fell to the floor with hers. He reached down to palm his cock, standing firm and ready for attention.
Lydia starred at it as Ryder stroked himself slowly.
“I always forget how big that thing is. I have no idea how you fit it inside of me.” She mused, tilting her head to the side.
Ryder smiled, “Nicely kitten. Very nicely.”
“It’s huge. You should need a licence or a warning label or something. My jaw still aches.”
“Drunk Lydia is extremely blunt.” Ryder replied evenly, still stroking, bringing the first hints of precum.
Lydia ran her fingers through her hair and moved it behind her shoulders, and began to braid it quickly.
“Drunk Lydia is extremely horny.” She replied, flipping her finished braid to her back. “Though to be fair, sober Lydia is too. I mean have you seen you? All muscles and hotness. Plus, dick. Very nice dick.”
Lydia leaned back on her pillows and let her legs fall open, giving Ryder a full view of her swollen, wet slit.
“Play with yourself.” He said huskily, squeezing himself slightly harder.
Lydia lowered her hand and ran her fingers through her slick folds, spreading the wetness to her apex and started rubbing it in soft, slow circles. It was taking effort to not move faster.
“Dominant Ryder is fun. Can he stay? I would like to be fucked hard and rough.”
“Rough?” He questioned.
“Is it really sex if you have no marks?” She smiled wickedly. “I should like to ache tomorrow. Could you help with that? Or maybe a couple of your friends could? I am sure at least two of them could help me.”
“Planning to leave these balls blue?”
She shrugged, “I’d rather leave theme empty.”
Ryder let go of himself and walked to the bed with purpose, his shaft bouncing slightly. He leaned down and crawled up, until his massive body was hovering over Lydia, his manhood resting just above her moving hand. He looked down at her for a moment, then attacked her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. He kept his body off of hers, even when she tried to pull it closer. Ryder rubbed himself against her, her already wet core weeping from the touch. Lydia groaned with need and frustration, grabbing at him, willing his hips closer to hers. Ryder dipped into her body a few inches and she gasped, bracing for more. Instead he pulled out and did it again, shallow fucking her. Lydia rolled her hips forward, trying to push him in farther. Ryder continued to play with her, pushing in partially…then retreating. Lydia growled in frustration. Ryder nipped at her jaw. She kept trying to get him to go deeper, but he was much larger and stronger and clearly in charge.
“I think I hate you right now.” She spit out through her clenched teeth. Ryder bit her throat drawing a long low moan from her.
“Doesn’t sound like it kitten. Sounds like you are purrrrring.” He bit again.
“Ryder….” She whimpered. He withdrew from her body, and kissed her gently along her collarbone. Lydia fell back to the bed in frustration.
Ryder took that moment to slam himself into her body fully. Lydia screamed his name, her hands grabbing onto him so he wouldn’t pull out.
Pushing into Lydia was pure bliss. Despite her being drenched, she was still tight enough that he had to use a bit of force and the feeling of her walls clamping down on him drew a quiet gasp from Ryder. Once he was seated to the hilt, he went to town. Pounding into her tight body like a drowning man searching for air. Lydia was smacking against the wall, her breathing ragged and her moans filling the air like siren song. She dug her nails into Ryders shoulders and dragged them down his back to his perfectly sculpted ass. Lydia grabbed on and pulled them in closer, hitting her in places she didn’t know existed within her. She cried out as her climax shuttered through her body. Ryder slowed his thrusts, still going deep and hard, coaxing all sorts of sounds from Lydia as she came. He slowed down to intensify her release…and also because the sound of her praising his name nearly drained him, and he wasn’t finished. When Lydia’s breathing calmed some, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her front. Ryder guided her hips up to his and thrust inside of her again. She was warm and deliciously wet from her orgasm. Lydia panted and moaned as she struggled to raise her body from the bed. Ryder grabbed her braid and wrapped it around his hand and pulled back on it for leverage. Lydia was making all sorts of delicious noises. Her legs were shaking and she couldn’t seem to form words anymore, lost in pleasure.
Dick drunk. She was fucking dick drunk. Her body was a mass of sensations. Her hair being tugged, a hand gripping tightly to her hip, and a sizeable piece of Ryder pushing into her with ever more need. Lydia tilted her hips down slightly, and the angle changed enough that they both moaned at the same time.
Ryder slammed into her body over and over, climbing closer to his own precipice.
“Don’t fucking stop,” she whimpered, “I’m going to cum again.”
Ryder moved his hand from her hip, to the middle of her lower back just as he roared his release, filling her up before falling slightly forward. They both lay, connected and panting.
Lydias eyes were glassed over as after shocks assaulted her body. She could feel Ryder twitching within her. She meant to move, she was having trouble moving and forming words. He had fucked her stupid.
“Loved this”. He panted.
“Didn’t suck”. She managed to reply.
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