Chapter 20 - Vacations and Dates - Part 2

***warning - sexually explicit content below ***

Keegan's POV

It felt like a dream. Sitting at a private table for two under the stars, the waves crashing against the shore not far from where we were sitting as fairy twinkled all around us. This was something out of a fairytale, and I could not believe that Ryder had organized this. I had asked Faith to come along as a buffer, but every turn I took still led back to this, to him and I alone together.

Dinner was an amazing three-course meal where every course was better than the last, ending with chocolate-covered strawberries in milk, white and dark chocolate served with more champagne. It was only my second glass for the evening. I didn't want a repeat of opening night and stayed far away from the spirits even though I could do with a margarita to settle my nerves. The conversation was light and occasionally playful and somewhat flirty and watching him wrap his lips around one of the large, plump strawberries, biting down on it and sucking the juices and flesh into his mouth, was downright torture. Who knew eating fruit could be so erotic. I could stop imagining that he was doing all sorts of things to me, which made me unable to sit still in my seat. Maybe two glasses of champagne were two too many.
After we were finished eating, we took off our shoes and went for a walk down at the water's edge, the warm waves lapping at our feet as we strolled along. I had gotten my passport in preparation for finishing school. I was going to take a trip to Paris to experience fashion week over there. It was the holy grail for those who wanted to become designers. But of course, Dale screwed up, and any money I had went to the bank to keep them off my grandmother's back. So this was the first stamp I had ever had on my passport, and what a place to start.

Some time into our walk Ryder reached for my hand, but I pulled away, unsure I was ready for that. Every part of my body was screaming for contact, and I thought if he touched me, my resolve would crumble.

I walked a few steps ahead of him and turned around, so I was walking backwards, "So is this your MO then? Woo the girls with a lavish dinner and walks on the beach before falling into bed together."

He stopped walking after my comment, so I did as well. "No, this is the first time."

"What, no other girls have made you work this hard?" I teased, trying to ease the sexual tension.

He stepped towards me, and I took one back, keeping the distance between us.

"Stop moving, would you." He pleaded sternly, quickly closing the distance between us and cupping my face in my hands, forcing me to look at him. "When are you going to realize that you are different to me? To answer your question, I have never had to work this hard to get a woman to give me the time of day, but I have also never wanted to work this hard before."

His words and touch made me blush like a schoolgirl talking to a boy for the first time. Could I really trust him? I had spent the past three years working non-stop, with no fun, no friends, no intimacy, and I was tired of putting my life on hold. May Ryder was exactly what I needed.

Before I could change my mind and run, I leaned in, placing my lips on Ryder’s. Tonight there was nothing to blame. This was not a drunken mistake or a show for the paparazzi and his team or even in the heat of the moment. This was a choice, my choice, and there was no going back now.

Ryder stood frozen in place for a moment like my movement had shocked him too much. But thankfully, he got over that quickly, and he started to kiss me back. His teeth nipped on my bottom lip, causing me to moan and open my mouth, which he took full advantage of, sliding his tongue in my mouth, searching eagerly for mine.

One of his hands moved from my cheek, sliding into my hair, tugging it on it, and the other moved to the back of my neck before trailing down my bare spin until it was resting on my waist.

Every fibre of my being was screaming for more, more kissing, more touching, more everything. But Ryder had other ideas and pulled away, leaving us both breathless.
He rested his forehead against mine, not letting go of me as his eyes searched mine like he was looking for something. An answer, perhaps.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, still catching my breath.

"Just making sure that alcohol isn't driving this again." He teased.

I rolled my eyes at him, wriggling out of his arms and walking a few steps up the beach before stopping and holding out my hand to him, "You coming with me or what?"

Ryder threw his head back, laughing as he moved quickly to my side, taking my hand and lacing his fingers between mine. "You couldn't stop me if you tried."

We walked in silence back towards the villa, stopping briefly to wash the sand off our feet. Our shoes were back at the cabana, but Ryder assured me that they would get delivered back to the villa later.

I was the first into our villa, and before the door had had a chance to close behind us, Ryder grabbed me around the waist, spun me around and had my back pressed against the wall.

I giggled softly as his mouth went to my neck, trailing like kisses along the sensitive flesh, "Ryder, what about Faith?"

He stopped what he was doing, looking around as his arms caged me in, turning his attention back to me after a few moments. "Her light is off, there is no TV noise coming from her room, and she would have taken her implant out. Which means I could make you scream as loud as I what right here, and she wouldn't hear a thing."

My whole body shuddered at his words, I wanted nothing more than to do exactly what he said, but my head won out on the internal battle, "What if she walks out?"
Ryder let out a low growl, "You’re killing me here, Keegan.”

When he realized I wasn’t going to give in, he smirked, lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my squeals of protests.

Once we were in the safety of our bedroom, he placed me back on the ground. “What are you, a bloody caveman or something? I was able to walk.”

Within seconds, I was pressed up against the door in the same position as before, and he was nuzzling my neck, “Would you have me any other way?” My heart sped up as one of his hands reached between us, cupping my breast through my dress, my nipple hardening instantly. “Oh god, you’re not wearing a bra underneath that dress, are you?”

I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to form a coherent sentence with his hands on me. I decided he needed a taste of his own medicine and started undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one until I could push it over his shoulders. He stopped his exploration for just enough time for me to remove it completely, the material dropping to the floor at his feet, allowing me to run the palms for my hands over the bare skin.

Ryder pressed harder against me, reaching down under one of my thighs to lift my leg and holding it against his hip, allowing him to grind himself against my core. Even through the material of my dress and his shorts, I could tell he was well endowed. Ryder captured my mouth again hungrily as his free hand pushed the straps of my dress down so they hung loosely on my shoulders. The only thing holding the dress in place now was his body.

As if hearing my thoughts, Ryder let go of my leg and stepped back, pulling me with him just enough so that I was away from the door so that my dress dropped away, leaving me in just a thong.

His eyes filled with lust as they racked over every inch of my skin, “Perfect, just perfect.”

I knew my body was nice, but I also knew he probably had seen more than his fair share of females up close that probably had better bodies than mine. But the way he looked and talked about me made me believe every word coming out of his mouth.

Stepping out of my dress and closing the gap between us, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Flicking my eyes up to his as I tugged at his shorts and boxers down until he could kick them off, leaving him completely naked in front of me. My mouth watered as I took in his hard cock right in front of me, ready and raring to go. I was right. The bulge did not lie. He was definitely more than average.

I reached up my hand and closed it around the shaft, running my hand up and down its length several times, watching as Ryder closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip. I couldn’t wait any longer, leaning in and flicking my tongue in circles around the tip before opening wider and wider, taking him in inch by inch until I could
take no more and keeping my hand around the base of his cock. My mouth and hand worked in unison, his hand tangling in my hair again, guiding me up and down the length of his shaft at a speed he enjoyed, his hips thrusting up to meet me. I reached up with my free hand to cup his balls, squeezing them lightly and massaging them.

This seemed to be the final straw for him, and he began to swell in my mouth, his movements getting more erratic and forceful as each second passed until he exploded down the back of my throat. I swallowed everything he had to give me until he was sucked dry. It was only then that I released his cock.

Before I could blink, Ryder had me back up on my feet, kissing me passionately, tasting himself in my mouth. We stumbled towards the bed together, hands and mouths touching and tasting whatever skin we could get close to on the way, never separating as we came crashing down on the bed together, his body covering mine.

Ryder pulled his mouth away, staring down at me and brushing a stray strand of hair off my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. “I hope you’re not tired, Keegan, because I foresee a long night ahead.”

“I’m game if you are,” I replied smugly, knowing there was no way I wanted to miss out on anything that he was offering.