A low curse.
And then
A sharp inhale, a strangled moan
I knew he had just c*m.
And I had never felt more powerful.
I lay there, panting, my fingers still between my thighs, the wetness dripping onto my sheets. My phone was still against my ear, Ryder's heavy breathing filling the silence.
"f**k," he finally muttered, voice hoarse.
I bit my lip, my skin still burning, my body still aching.
I wanted more.
I wanted him.
A wicked thought crossed my mind.
I grabbed my phone, switching to video call.
He answered immediately.
And there he wasRyder, sweaty, his body stretched out on his bed, his c**k still in his hand, wet from his release.
His gaze darkened when he saw me.
I bit my lip. "Do you want to see something?"
His jaw tensed. "Always."
I reached over to my nightstand, gra
