Fifty Shades of Narcissism - Keys in a Bowl (1/3)
Atthis sits on the edge of the bed and fiddles with her bag, fixing the buckles over and over. She wonders if Ryker can see her cheeks flushing through her curtain of fiery red hair. He stands in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame as he watches her. Atthis' heart beats faster with every moment spent in awkward silence.
Eventually, Ryker clears his throat. 'Do you want some champagne or...?'
She glances up and attempts a smile. 'No, thank you.'
There is another pause. Ryker shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
'This is all a bit...' Atthis mutters, still playing with the buckles on her bag. She lengthens the strap then shortens it again.
'Yeah. But we agreed to do it, I guess.' Ryker straightens up and wanders closer. Her fingers falter on the cool metal buckles and she looks up. Ryker tilts his head slightly as he gazes down at her flushed face. His lips twitch, dangerously close to smirking.
'Don't,' she warns, sounding less threatening than she had wanted to. Ryker curls a finger under her chin and tilts her head to meet her gaze.
'We don't have to do this if you don't want to. Saph has cazy ideas sometimes.' The undeniable fondness in his tone brings a smile to her lips and a little more colour to her freckled cheeks.
'We could just cuddle,' Atthis suggests as Ryker's thumb traces along her plump bottom lip. He smudges her lipstick and frowns.
'I suppose we could. Pyjamas and wine or something. Sappho likes that.' He tries to wipe away the smudged lipstick but his stained thumb marks her chin. 'Damn it.'
Atthis giggles and touches his wrist. 'Leave it. Maybe it'll fool the others into thinking we actually did something.'
Ryker's gaze flits down to her lips and his Adam's Apple bobs slowly. 'We could always... actually do it.' It's not really a suggestion or a statement.
For a moment, Atthis' fingertips trace light circles on his wrist. 'We could...'
'Should we... kiss?' Ryker asks quietly. He almost looks innocent. As she guides his lips against her own, she concludes that it's because of his long, almost feminine lashes. Or maybe his full lips. Or perhaps his twinkling eyes.
She closes her eyes and strokes the tufty curls on the back of his neck. He shuffles a little closer and pushes her down on the bed. The kiss is long and slow and when he finally breaks it for breath she cups his cheeks and pants softly.
'You've really ruined my lipstick now,' she smirks. Ryker mirrors her smirk and pushes her olive-green dress up to her waist. Without taking his gaze away from hers, he runs his big hand down onto her thigh and his smirk widens.
'Garters? Really, Atthis?' He asks as he hooks a finger under it and tugs slightly.
'I thought I'd make myself look nice for whoever I got,' Atthis shrugs.
'And who were you hoping to get? Whose keys did you want to get?' As he speaks, Ryker slides down to kneel on the floor.
Atthis swallows and watches as Ryker carefully removes the black lace garter and rolls her stocking down. As he kisses her smooth thighs she murmurs, 'That's for me to know and for you to find out.'
The smirk that he gives her as he tugs her lacy panties down to her knees makes her stomach drop. She's exposd now, no escaping it. His warm lips travel up her thighs again and...
Atthis writhes against his mouth, her toes curling in her too-high heels. 'Ohhh God!' She chokes. He doen't look innocent at all now, nuzzling hungrily between her legs. Soft, high-pitched squeaks fill the room as Atthis struggles to stay still. Her hips rise of their own accord. With a muffled growl, Ryker's hands press down on her exposed hipbones. Trapped. No way of escaping his mouth now. She stares down at him then squeezes her eyes shut in turn, lost in blissful torture. Her fingers tug a little dresperately at his short curls until her back starts to curve upwards. Relentless flicks of his tongue illicit gasps from her. He gives another growl and she yelps as her body convulses suddenly.
As her climax forces ecstatic screams from her throat, Ryker shrugs off his shirt and his jeans and crawls up her body to kiss her again. This kiss is deeper. His tongue flicks against her teeth as she wraps her legs around his waist. The rhythmic pulsing in her abdomen barely has the time to cease before he presses close and begins to thrust into her. With her arms flung around his body and her teeth and nails embedded in his scarred skin she moves with him, almost sobbing with the jerky desperation of his thrusts. The bedframe thumps against the wall, leaving pockmarks in the paintwork. Ryker's shoulders bunch under her touch.
'Ryker...' She whimpers close to his ear. 'I would have picked you.'
He grits his teeth as the rigidity of climactic bliss hits him like concrete. His final thrusts send Atthis over the edge again. Undulating and pulsating and floating with the fresh scent of bare skin in her nostrils.
'I would have picked you too,' he murmurs just before he collapses beside her.