I admire Ryder over the edge of my laptop, resisting the urge to laugh as I watch him struggle to make his bed. In particular, he is having trouble with his fitted sheet, which continues to pop off on the left side of his bed just as he gets it over the right side. Despite being comical, I also can't help the way my eyes wander across the expansive muscles of his chest, which flex and tighten as he fusses with the bed sheet.

He'd been doing laundry when I arrived earlier, just having gotten his bedsheets out of the dryer before he let me in, and we went up to his room. Now I am supposed to be finishing up the work Savannah and I didn't get to before, but I'm too distracted at the moment.

The bed sheet pops off the left corner of the mattress for the third time and Ryder grumbles, making a noise in the back of his throat as he plants his fists on either side of his hips in frustration. He's only dressed in a pair of dark sweatpants, which hang low enough for me to get a nice view of the hard muscle outlined in a 'v' at his lower waist.

Laughter spills out of me, and I gasp when he glares at me, his head turning towards me and where I'm seated at his desk. I cover my mouth with one hand, biting my lip to try and stifle my laughter.

"I'm sorry," I manage, still laughing a bit. "Sorry, it's just funny."

"Really?" He asks, turning fully towards me with his eyebrows raised.

"Well, it is," I manage weakly, and he shakes his head, narrowing his eyes, a wolfish smirk spread across his face.

"I think you want to take that back." He states, advancing on me slightly and I sit upright, moving my laptop from my lap back to his desk.

"What if I don't feel like it," I tease him and his eyes glint. "Like I said, it was funny,"

"It wasn't very funny to me." He insists, stepping closer to me.

"Awe, someone's feeling sensitive." I continue and he gapes, laughing a bit as he watches me with humor dancing in his gaze. A shriek flies out of my mouth when he lunges for me, but I duck away, sliding out of his chair and dashing for his door.

But he's a lot faster than me, and I scream when he picks me up from behind, his warm hands wrapping around my waist. I struggle in his grasp, but he's a lot stronger than me, and before I know it, he's flipped me around and has me over his shoulder.

"Wait," I cry. "Wait, I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"Too late for that now," he chuckles, spinning us around and I watch his bedroom door get farther away as he marches across the room. "Say your 'goodbyes' Mathews, it's over for you."

"No!" I play along, whining. "Put me down, please, I take it back."

"Huh uh," I feel him shake his head. "I'm going to have to punish you."

Something flutters inside me at his words, my cheeks coloring at the idea. Though his tone is joking, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he says it, I can't deny how it awakens desire in my core. I gasp when he brings his hand across my ass, slapping me gently.

"Ryder!" I scold, then I scream again when I go flying through the air and land on his mattress, I realize then that he's thrown me down onto it and I barely have time to catch my breath before he's over me, arms on either side of my head.

"You're sure you take it back?" He asks, raising his eyebrows again and I pause, studying his face as I try to decide whether or not I want to give in so easily. When I don't say anything, he shakes his head.

"I need an answer Jourdan," he coaxes, and I giggle.

"Did I hurt your feelings?" I tease him again and he rolls his eyes. Then his hands grip my sides, fingers digging into the skin there as I shriek with laughter. He tickles me until I can barely breathe, also laughing while he keeps me pinned down with his large hands.

"O—Okay," I wheeze when he pauses, one of my hands grabbing at his. "I take it back; I take it back."

"You sure?" His fingers apply pressure, a ticklish sensation lingering, and I wince.

"Yes, I take it back," I plead, my eyes watering from laughing so hard. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings before."

"Tell me you love me," He adds, pressing his fingers against my sides again and I gasp, shrieking a bit when he starts to tickle me again.

"I love you!" I cry, laughing and gasping for breath. "I love you so much, you're the best boyfriend in the whole world, I promise."

"That's better." He grins at me, releasing his grip on me as he leans down over me and locks his lips with mine. I giggle into the kiss, running my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His hips fall between mine, my legs wrap around his torso, and I squeeze him gently.

"What else can I do?" I murmur against his lips, allowing his tongue to move against mine slowly while I deepen the kiss.

"Show me how much you love me." He responds, voice low and gravely now, I let out a soft sigh as his lips trail my jaw to my neck, finding that spot behind my ear that always twists me up into knots only he can undo. Without hesitating, I move my hands, one sliding down his bare back, over the strong muscles there while they flex, keeping him hovering over me. The other finds the band of his sweatpants, slipping beneath the it so I can hold his growing erection in my palm.

"Is this good?" I ask, my voice light and airy. My thumb runs up the back of his dick, pressing over the slit and spreading his precum around the swollen head. He groans against my neck, shoulders shaking a bit.

"No," he growls, running his hands over my leggings before yanking them off swiftly. "I need to be inside you. Now."

"Let me ride you," I whisper, pulling him free from his sweatpants as he grunts at my words, desire flooding my body instantly as I feel a tightness gather in my core. He pushes the sweatshirt I took from him this morning up, pulling the front of my cotton sports bra down so he can suck and bite at my nipples.

"I love you wearing my clothes." He states, one hand moving down to wrap around my bare thigh, squeezing before moving up and cupping my pussy without warning. I whimper, feeling my inner walls flex and clench together, aching for his cock. "And I love how wet you get, just from kissing."

"It's you," I respond, appreciating the glow of admiration and desire in his expression when he lifts his head from my breasts to look at me. "I only get this wet for you."

"Fuck baby," he breathes, leaning back up to reach my mouth before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It's hot and burning and makes my insides swell with emotion as he keeps his hand over me, his fingers dipping against my slit and dragging my arousal up to circle my clit. Then, without words, he flips us over, so that I'm straddling him.

I sit up, disconnecting our lips and pressing my hands against his chest to keep him flat on the mattress. The color of his eyes is that dark blue I've become so accustomed too, the lust and need apparent in the expression on his face. Then I reach for the sides of his sweatshirt, pulling it over my head along with my bra.

As soon as I'm naked, I want him in the same position, standing off him to pull his sweatpants off before I climb back onto the bed and seat myself over his dick, which is straining, red, veins popping over the hard skin.

"You want me to fuck you?" I ask and he nods, pulling one arm behind his head, bending at the elbow to support himself while he watches me.

"Ride me baby," he grins, eyes roaming over my naked body as I sit above him. One of his hands slides up my thigh, moving to lift me over his dick but I stop him, pulling my hips up so he can't reach me while I pull his hand back to join the other behind his head. I'm elevated over him now, on all fours and his eyes flicker with anticipation.

"No touching," I command, and he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing while he nods his head. "Not until I say so."

"As you wish." He grinds out, voice hoarse and I laugh lightly, leaning back on my knees, elevated over him but not touching.

"I want you to watch me touch myself first." I say, my voice low and seductive. He doesn't respond, eyes hooded now as I slide my hands across my chest, cupping each of my breasts gently. Then I slide one hand lower, skimming around my soft stomach before reaching the apex between my thighs.

"Fucking hell Jourdan," he growls, arms flexing behind his head as he struggles to keep them there, his chest moving up and down more rapidly as his breathing increases. I just laugh again, slipping my fingers down over my clit to rub the sensitive nub in small circles. My head tilts back then, eyes closing as I revel in the relief and pleasure rushing through me while I increase the pressure of my fingers.

"This is how I touch myself when I think about you," I murmur, squeezing my breasts with my free hand as I slide my fingers through my arousal and spread it over my folds before moving back to my clit.

"Oh baby," Ryder's voice is strained. "Please."

I feel his hand on my thigh again, moving upward and I whip my head back to him, opening my eyes as I drop my hand from myself to grab his.

"No," I say firmly, narrowing my eyes as a flash of frustration passes over his face.

"You're killing me." He groans and I giggle, tossing his hand away, satisfied when I see it twist the fitted sheet beneath us, fisting it to have something to hold onto. I move my gaze to his cock then, appreciating the way it looks almost angry, swelling against his stomach, another drop of precum sliding down the head.

"Then you'll die happy." I murmur, taking him in my hand and pumping him gently, watching as his eyes close and he releases a deep sigh, pleasure creasing the space between his eyebrows. I feel my own arousal dripping down my inner thigh, a soft moan passing through my lips as I watch him react to my fist gently pumping around him, squeezing him lightly.

"I love watching you," I tell him, his eyes lazily fluttering open. "Watching what I do to you."

"Let me touch you," he rasps, the tips of his fingertips desperately brushing against my lower knee, which is positioned over his hips.

"Not yet," I sigh, pulling his dick up as I hover my center above him, tilting to my head to watch between my legs as I begin to lower myself. Anticipation and need ache in my pussy, sending waves of desire through my body. I pause there, brushing my opening over the head and sending at shiver through both of us before I pull back slightly.

"If you don't sit down on my dick right now," he growls, tone low and demanding. "I'm not gonna be able to stop myself from taking control again."

"That's rude," I tease, sitting up as his hips flex upward, trying to reach me.

"Baby," His tone and expression pleading now. "I'm dying here."

"Me too," I sigh, sitting back on my knees as I splay my legs apart and slide my fingers back to my clit. "I want you inside me so bad. Want to feel you stretching me."

"I want that too." He groans, eyes glued to my hand as I slide it father over me, dipping two fingers into my slit and pushing them into me as I moan. He lets out a loud moan too, his frustration dripping in the air between us. I give in then, noting when his eyes have fluttered shut again, both his hands gripping the sheet beneath us. I move quickly, sliding over his dick before tilting my hips and using my hand to angle him as I sink onto him.

A groan shutters from his chest, his head tilting back against the mattress as his eyes squeeze shut. I moan too, my walls flexing and squeezing around him while I stretch, relief coursing through me. It feels so good, the sensation of his bare, silky skin inside me soothing and as I rise up again before slamming back down, we both cry out.

"I love feeling you," I whisper. "Without anything in between us."

I brace my hands against his chest then, an aching need to move building within me as I lift my hips, swirling them around before dropping down again. He grunts in appreciation, eyes open now, head lifting to watch where he's sliding in and out of me. Then I'm riding him, hard and fast, clenching my walls around him. His shoulders shake, knuckles white as he seems to tighten his grip on the fitted sheet.

"Touch me." I breathe, and in the next instant, his hands are on me. One clamping around my side, the other sliding up to my chest where he pulls at my nipples. I roll my hips forward, my clit brushing against his pubic bone, and I moan at the contact, inner muscles squeezing him tightly.

"Ah shit," he groans. "Fuck, this is too fast."

Without warning he grabs me, flipping us over again as he falls out of me. I whine at the loss of contact, my core aching again.

"Ryder," I complain, feeling a hot flush crawl up my skin as beads of sweat break out on my neck. His skin is shining too, his chest heaving while he reaches for the base of his dick, which is still red and swollen, glistening with my arousal. He holds it with his hand as he seems to squeeze it.

"I don't want to cum yet," he manages, voice raspy. "I want you to scream my name first."

"But—" my voice dies in my throat when he dives between my legs. His free hand pushing my legs apart while his lips suck and kiss at my clit. I squirm against his face, feeling a pressure building between my legs. I feel his fingers join in, sliding into my opening and pressing at my g-spot. I cry out, my moans echoing loudly in the space around us while the sounds of my wetness join in as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of me rapidly.

The pressure continues to build, a familiar sensation starting in my core as he sits back, almost anticipating the next moments as his hand moves to my clit. He rubs at it harshly, pulling up with his movements and I feel the pressure start to release as I twist my head back, a hoarse whimper dragging out of my lungs.

"That's its baby," he grinds out. "Let go."

"Fuck, Ryder!" I moan, gasping for breath.

Now I'm grabbing at his fitted sheet, balling my hands into a fists around the fabric as my hips arch and flex, pleasure flooding through me when I squirt. I gasp in surprise, my head lifting to watch the liquid spray from between my legs. Some of it reaching his chest, the mattress suddenly soaked beneath me.

"Oh my god," I murmur, embarrassment flooding my cheeks but he just grins. 

Dark lust clouds his expression as his hand drops from me and he presses my knees up to my chest. I grip his wrist then, the air getting knocked from me when he thrusts into me, hard. I almost orgasm on the spot, a silent cry spilling out of me. He holds himself over me, picking up an intense pace as he keeps my knees pinned up, nearly above my head while he drives forward.

The pressure of it is almost too much, my eyes squeezing shut as I gasp, nothing leaving my mouth except for forced breathes.

The scent of my arousal and sex fills the air around us, his headboard knocking loudly on the wall, mixing with sounds of our skin meeting over and over. I feel heat in my face and chest, sweat trickling down my hairline as the sensation of him filling me, hitting my g-spot clouds all my nerve endings.

"Again," he commands. "I wanna feel you."

My body listens to him as he tugs my knees over his shoulders, spreading my legs apart so he fingers my clit while he continues to pound into me. Sure enough, a small scream is forced from me when the pressure builds again and I feel it happen again, the sound of it choked by his dick which continues to move inside me.

I sit up on my elbows when he falls from me, watching as my legs fall apart, hips arching back and another stream flows between us. The pressure pulls more moans from me, his hand never leaving my clit, and a groan shuttering out of his chest when my arrousal reaches his dick.

Then it's like he's found a switch inside me, my body unable to stop. Pleasure and relief ring my body out, leaving me a shivering mess when he pulls my hips up to the end of his bed. Standing now as my ass hangs off the edge of his mattress. I can feel the puddle soaking his mattress beneath my back now, my hair sticking to my skin as I reach my hands over my head.

"This is so hot," he manages, tone warm and raspy. "Holy hell Jourdan."

"I c—can't," I gasp, my chest heaving as breath continues to evade me. "Stop."

"Good." He growls, slamming back into me and jack hammering his hips against mine. He hits that spot again and again, holding my legs as far apart as they'll go until I begin to shake, unable to help the screams that echo from me as I orgasm. Warmth spreads between us as I cum, squirting one last time on his cock as he pulls out of me briefly. I feel it dripping down my legs and to the floor beneath us.

Then he's thrusting into me, slow and steady, groaning before he stills and falls over me, arms on either side of my head as my body continues to shake gently, the aftershocks of what had just happened still echoing inside me.

"Oh shit," he moans, keeping our hips pinned together, skin to skin while I feel his cum inside me, warm and full. I sigh too, my eyes fluttering shut as I run my weak arms over his shoulders, pulling him down over me as his head falls to my chest.

We're both sweating, our skin shiny and flushed as he collapses against me. He thrusts gently, grunting as he continues to orgasm, a soft sigh shuttering out of him. I can barely feel anything right now, both my mind and body utterly spent.

"My mattress is fucking soaked," he rasps, a laugh vibrating his chest against mine as he sits up and presses his hand next to me, feeling it.

"Oh god," I sigh, feeling a blush color my cheeks. "I'm sorry."

"Nah," he continues to laugh, my eyes opening to watch him shake his head. "Don't apologize baby, I just figured your body out today."

"I think you had it figured out that first time we hooked up," I tell him honestly. "When we came back here after going out to that party."

"Yeah," his grins cockily. "I did."

"But I also figured you out." I reply coyly and