Authors note: This chapter contains extreme sexual content. Be ready, freddy. ;)

Emma Riley

Lakeside Apartments

I misheard him. I must have. He couldn't have said what I thought he just said. "Huh?!" I stood there staring at him with my mouth hung open. I couldn't decide if I was crazy, or he was. Maybe both?

His eyes widened in fake confusion. He was really trying to look innocent. "I asked you if you wanted coffee or orange juice." He smiled one of his million dollar smiles.

"Ryker! You know I wasn't talking about that!" I rolled my eyes. "That being said..my answer will always be coffee." I added, sitting myself back down. I felt incredibly lightheaded.

He strolled over to the cupboards and began to search for the cups until he found them. While he poured a cup of coffee in the empty cup, I began to lose my patience.

"Ryker..tell me you were joking. About the rent thing." I was practically begging him to give me a straight answer.

He walked back to the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bottle of creamer in the other. He set it down in front of me before speaking. "Your face is telling me to say I was joking. So..I guess I was joking."

He may have said he was joking, but the smirk on his face told me he wasn't. Before I could respond though, I was distracted by the creamer.

"You..remembered I like creamer with my coffee." I observed. There was something about him remembering a little detail like that I found really sweet.

His grin was very mischevious and his tone was playful. "Coffee with you tends to be a very..memorable event." He shamelessly looked me up and down, something in his eyes changing.

I soon realized he was referring to when I broke the coffee cup and damn near flashed him, and my whole face flushed hot. Only Ryker Fox could take a sweet, innocent moment and turn it into 'boobs.'

I tried and failed to act casual as I avoided his staring eyes and poured some of the creamer in my coffee.

"Hold on to that coffee cup real tight, Miss Riley." He said sarcastically. "Although..hypothetically, if you maybe wanted to skip the breaking the coffee cup part and just show me your tits, I'm okay with that." He laughed like he was joking, but I was pretty sure he wasn't.

"Stop distracting me from the subject." I still avoided eye contact with him, trying to keep myself focused.

"What do you mean you paid my rent for the rest of the year?!" I asked as plainly as I could, tired of him circling around the subject.

Just then Gina  walked in, looking half-dead. Gina is a person who takes a lot of pride in her appearance, and she almost always looks very put together, and gorgeous. 

This morning, she was in too baggy for her flannel pants, an old looking faded t-shirt, and her hair looked like something had made a nest in there.

"And you claim that I'm the one who can't hold their liquor." I said sarcastically, taking in her appearance.

Gina  rolled her eyes at me and flipped me off, before staggering over to the coffee pot. "What was that about someone paying rent?"

"Ryker was about to tell me what he thought he was doing when he met with our landlord this morning and paid off our rent for the rest of the year." I said it into my coffee cup, Gina's  eyes shifted from me to Ryker, who was looking more casual than ever.

The silence was killing me. "What do you think about that, Gina?"

She scoffed and a huge smile spread on her face. "Um..I think this guy just got himself a permanent spot on the party list."

Ryker  started laughing, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Gina  stumbled over to the table and sat down.

"Are you hungry, Gina? I could make you one too." He gestured to my untouched plate. His breakfast did look very good, I was just too stunned to eat it.

"No thank you, Ryker. I'd say you've done more than enough already." Gina  smiled, before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Well, maybe you can get Emma to eat before it gets cold." Ryker  winked at me while he got up and went over to the counter to make another plate.

"Excuse me..how can everyone be so casual right now? Am I seriously the only one who's shook by this?!" I threw my hands up like they had both lost their mind.

"Ryker, of course it's a very sweet gesture. But there's no way in hell I'm letting you do that." I continued, my voice stern, and serious.

He laughed while he walked back over to the table with a plate, before setting it down in front of Gina. We both looked at the plate and up at him confused.

"Just try it, Gina. It might help your hangover." Ryker  said, getting out a third plate. I can only assume this  one was for himself.

Gina  put down her coffee and examined the food now in front of her. "Wow..this looks really fancy. I usually just cook my weight in bacon and call it good. Say..if that whole acting thing doesn't work out you're welcome to be our personal chef."  She said, only half joking.

Before he could respond, I stepped in. "Ryker, did you hear what I said? Because I'm completely serious. You can't do this."  I couldn't believe I was the only one phased by this news at all. Gina  was practically knee-deep in her crosque madame thingy.

Ryker  came over with a third plate and a refilled cup of coffee before sitting down. "Actually, I can do whatever I like. Besides..it's already been done. That ship is sailing, so best stop complaining on the dock and get on board." He grinned at me and part of me wanted to punch him. But I stopped myself.

Freakin rich people. Most people would bring like a plant as a gift. He pays my rent? "Ryker, look at my face and tell me I'm joking." I challenged him to make eye contact with me, hoping he'd understand I definitely  wasn't joking.

"It's not your place to do that. We just barely met! You knew before you did it I wouldn't approve." I accused, pointing my finger at him.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I did it while you were sleeping. It's a done deal. Most would say thank you." He said before shoving some food into his mouth.

"I'm..not trying to be ungrateful. Like I said, it's a very sweet gesture. But, I'm not a charity case. It's not your job to take care of me." I felt embarrassed I was in a position he felt the need to step in and pay my rent. Being independent was something that was important to me and frankly, it wasn't everyday that this sort of thing happens. At least not to me.

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. Gina was already almost done with her plate, so I'm assuming she enjoyed it.

"Eat your food before it gets cold. Stop worrying while you're at it too. You know I can afford to help." He said, before shoving another bite into his mouth.

I did as I was told and started eating even though I wasn't sure I was hungry. After all, he did go through the trouble making it.

"I understand you can afford it, Ryker. But that's not the point. Just because you can pay for everything doesn't mean you should have to. You're a human being, not a piggy bank." I said before shoving the first bite in my mouth.

Oh, God. This was actually..delicious. Where did he learn to cook like this I wonder? I took a few more bites, before forcing myself to slow down. I didn't want to look like a pig, and I still didn't trust my stomach one hundred percent.

I looked up from my plate to find Ryker  staring at me, with a huge grin on his face. His eyes were wild, and fixated on me.

"What?!" I asked, not meaning to sound so defensive. But something about that look made me nervous.

Gina  got up and went to take her plate to the sink and started to wash dishes, probably also trying to escape the tension.

Ryker Fox

'You're a human being, not a piggy bank.'  She said the statement casually and without a second thought while she ate the breakfast I made for her.

I had a countless number of people in my time come to me with their palms out expecting hand-outs because they know I have money. Women had tried every trick in the book to get me to pay their bills.

Seduce me, make up some sob story, beg, fake a pregnancy, you name it. I had grown accustomed to people trying to use me.

Then Emma Riley  casually makes a statement like that. There was something about it that was incredibly sexy to me. In fact, if her friend wasn't here..I'd fuck her sweet ass right here on this very table.

"Why are you looking at me like that?!" She asked, covering her mouth as she was trying to chew her food.

Because you make me hard and I want to fuck you into submission? "No reason in particular." I said, winking at her while I took a sip of my coffee. She shook her head like I lost my mind and picked up her coffee cup.

"You're not paying our rent, Ryker." She said into her coffee cup, refusing to budge.

She should just be thankful I didn't buy her a house. That would show her who's boss. "I already did, and there's nothing you can do about it." I stated plainly, challenging her. I suppose you could say I liked ruffling her feathers.

Gina  seemed to sense the tension between us as she finished the dishes. "I'm..going to let the two of you work this out. I need to take a shower anyway. Then I'm probably just going to go lay back down." Without another word, she dissapeared from the kitchen..leaving Emma and I  sitting at the table alone.

For a moment we just stared at each other, until she broke the silence. "Why? Why would you pay my rent?" She had a shy look in her eyes as she bit her lip.

I sighed, accepting she wasn't going to drop it until I gave her some type of explanation. "I feel...responsible." I admitted.

She seemed genuinely surprised. "Responsible for what?!" She asked, putting down her coffee.

"For everything. The video, you being fired..it just feels like your life was just fine and then I came into the picture like a hurricane, destroying everything in my path." I avoided her eyes, burning into me. I couldn't help but feel sad just thinking about it all. Her expression was also sad, but thoughtful.

"You're not the first either, you know. I tend to have that effect with everyone. I don't mean to, not that it matters." I stared off into the distance, absentmindedly running my finger around the rim of the coffee cup.

My mind went back to my parents. They never did like me much, even when I was a kid. I feel like I spent way too long trying to figure out how to earn their approval. I even tried buying their approval. The very first 'big'  paycheck I got, I bought them a house.

Now, I'm not even welcome over. I wish I could tell you a specific reason. My parents are very strict, old-fashioned, religious people. They don't like what the papers say about me. They don't like that I smoke cigars. They don't like I'm not married with kids. They dont like how often I feel the need to speak my mind, they find it embarrassing. They just don't like me.

Now that I'm an adult, I've come to accept it for what it is. I'm confident with who I am, and I know I tried my best to establish some kind of relationship between us..or at the very least some respect.  But you can't force someone to love you, can you?

"The point is, you're a nice person, Miss Riley. I..enjoy your company. A lot, actually." I admitted.  She smiled shyly and her cheeks flushed a bright pink. She tried hiding it by taking a drink of her coffee.

"But I..I didn't mean to mess things up for you. So I paid your rent, so that can be one less thing you have to worry about." I hoped she would accept it for what it is now, because I wasn't changing my mind. Besides, it was already done.

She looked at me for a long while, and I was dying to know what she was thinking. She had been quiet the whole time.

To my surprise, she got up out of her chair and walked over to where I sat. For a moment I wondered if she was going to hit me, but instead she sat on my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug.

It took me a moment to react, out of shock. But I finally returned her hug,  and we held each other for a long while. Having her in my arms....it did something to me. It stirred up emotions I wasn't sure I was capable of. It felt so natural, like we had known each other for years.

She broke our embrace to face me. Her beautiful eyes staring into mine. Looking into her kind eyes, I couldn't imagine anyone ever wanting to hurt her.

"I don't blame you. You aren't responsible for anyone's actions but your own." Her voice was soft, and sweet.

"Besides, my life was kind of boring before I met you. You're kind of incredible, truth be told." She blushed again, pressing her lips together. My eyes traveled down to her mouth. I never wanted to kiss her more than I did in this moment.

Emma Riley

He tightened his grip on me, his hands around my waist. His eyes were focused on my mouth,  his face getting closer and closer to mine. Neither one of us could fight it any longer.

"I want to kiss you, but once I taste you I'm not going to be able to stop until I've tasted every inch." His breathing was heavy, there was an aggression in his voice that didn't scare me..but excited me.

"Shall we take this to the room?" He asked the question as he trailed light kisses on my neck, not stopping until he heard a gasp escape my lips when I felt him touch a particularly sensitive spot.

Sitting in his lap, I could feel the moment he grew hard. His touch becoming more and more urgent. "Let's go to bed." He whispered in my ear through gritted teeth.

Before I could say another word, he lifted me up and carried me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his broad shoulders as he led us down the hallway.

My door was cracked and he kicked it open and slammed it shut, tossing me down on the bed as he stood over me..undoing his belt. "Goddamnit, I've been waiting for this." It was practically a growl as he threw his belt on the floor.

My mouth hung open as he started taking off his clothes. This was it, it was actually happening..and holy shit did he have an amazing body.

I sat myself up on the bed and began to take my clothes off, too. "Stop." He said it like a command, and it startled me.

"W-What?" I studdered, too turned on to talk. He stood over me, half naked and looking at me up and down, licking his lips.

"I told you already. I've been waiting for this. I've been dying to get you out of your clothes, so I want to enjoy every moment." His eyes were focused on my body while he spoke.

I was lightheaded, and unsure exactly what he was getting at. Did he  want to take my clothes off? Am I supposed to keep my clothes on and we're just going to dry hump the fuck out of each other like that cringy scene in The Bad Teacher?  Why must I make things so awkward by asking so many questions?

"So..?" I prompted, hoping he would throw me some type of a life raft before I drowned in my lack of sex appeal.

"So.."  He said, a grin spreading across his face. "..take your time. I want to watch."

I could feel myself blushing, and I had to admit I was feeling a bit self-conscious. Perhaps that was silly after everything that's happened in the amount of time we've known each other.

But he was so attractive, hot, charming..not to mention way more experienced than me. I was totally out of my element here. Some had this natural ability to be smooth, and sexy. I wasn't one of those people.

Ryker  looked at me, as if he could read my mind. "If you don't already know how sexy I think you are, you certainly will once you take those clothes off. I promise you that." His eyes looked me over as if he was looking at his prey.

Ryker Fox

Reluctantly, she started taking off her clothes. Slowly, as instructed. I could tell she was nervous, as she had yet to realize just how beautiful she was.

I tried to keep my cool as I watched her kick off her socks and shoes, remove her jacket, take her hair down. Slowly but surely she began removing all the layers of her. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel excited. This had been a long time coming, if you excuse the expression.

The anticipation was killing me. The immature part of me wanted to shout 'hurry up and show me them boobies!'  Which made me feel like some horny sixteen-year-old who had never been laid. But I stood quietly and watched. Being "hyped"  was not sexy. Good things come to those who wait, as they say.

She took a deep breath as the time had come to take off her shirt. She looked at me shyly, a hint of excitment mixed with nerves in her face.

I felt the need to say it. "You know that we don't have to go any further  than you're ready to, right? I'm going to need to soak myself in a tub of ice cubes to calm the fuck down..but I'll do it. You need to want this too." I admitted. Nerves was one thing, but I had to make sure she wasn't doing this feeling pressured.

She smiled at me, my words seeming to relax her somehow. Before I could mentally prepare myself,  she removed her shirt, revealing a lacy pink bra. "I don't just want it, I need it." She said, biting her lip and adjusting her bra straps.

I swallowed. My throat was dry. I could almost feel all the blood draining from my main brain and down to my second brain, where my penis was giving her a standing ovation..for a lack of a better phrase.

Holy fuck. Thank you, baby Jesus. Thank you for being kind and gracious. This was my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one. Whoever doesn't   believe in miracles, should watch Emma Riley undress sometime. If I was standing on a grassy mountaintop I'd be singing.

"Keep going." I commanded. I didn't necessarily mean for it to come out as a command, but I was just relieved I had managed to say anything at all.

She complied, and unbuttoned her jeans before slipping them off. I instinctively licked my lips in response.

She smiled at my reaction, it seemed to boost her confidence a bit. "Well, look at you. Looking like you've found something to eat." She said in a playful tone.

I grinned, because she walked right into that one. "That's because I have, just as soon as you take off the rest."

She giggled and shook her head, her wild blonde hair barely covering the bright pink in her cheeks. "You're so beautiful." I observed, not taking my eyes off her. I hadn't really meant to say it out loud, it was something natural that just sort of came out.

She seemed startled, like what I had just said was random. I could see in her face she didn't quite believe it. But she smiled at me and said, "You're alright."  If I wasn't so turned on, I would have laughed.

I surprised her once more by grabbing her legs and pulling her until her legs hung off the edge of the bed. I couldn't hide my smirk as I got on my knees in front of her and began pulling down her panties, she gulped.

"W-what are you--" She began to sit herself up and I grabbed her by the hair and pull her into me, my lips crashing onto hers.

Emma Riley

I was too startled to respond at first, as I suddenly found his lips on mine. His oversized hands gripping onto my hair.  His lips were soft, much softer than I expected. But his kiss was hungry and eager, like I was giving him something he needed to survive.

His tongue began to tease and invited my mouth to part and let it in. When I felt his hand slip into my panties and his fingers find their way inside me I gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen our kiss. His tongue playing with mine, his fingers..managing to hit just the right spot.

I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, he had definitely done this before. These were the fingers of someone experienced.

My moans only seemed to make him want more as he released his hand holding my hair and unfastened my bra behind my back, his other hand still teasing and playing inside me.

The skin on my neck that had found it's way between his teeth was released, as he focused on my chest and ripped my bra off. My bare chest was finally exposed, and I was too turned on to turn back now.

"God fucking damnit." He cursed as he grabbed my left breast and put it inside his mouth. Licking and sucking..hard. I arched my back and tilted back my head, losing control of my body completely.

I had sex before...with my ex, Sam. But to be perfectly honest, it was kind of just..okay. Most of the time I found myself just wanting it to be over. I started with trying to tell him what I liked in the beginning, but he didn't seem to care much if I was getting off. He would get defensive and it led into an argument, so I finally just started to fake it. Towards the end, he had just lost interest in me and I didn't have to worry either way.

But Ryker..I didn't have to tell him what I liked. He seemed to already know all the right places, and exactly the right way.

I could feel my nipple harden in his teeth and I could hear him moan. "Mmm..I knew you were going to be tasty, but fuck." His hand moved from my breast to my neck and he pushed me down on the bed.

I felt him pulling my panties down my legs. I tried to speak and ask what he was going to do but nothing intelligible came out. He looked up at my face, and once again seemed to read my mind.

"You're nice and wet for me. I want to taste it." His voice was almost a whisper as he licked his lips, there was a wild look in his eyes.

Taste me, he did. I swear to God..he should get a fucking medal. His tongue entered inside me like it knew exactly where it was going. An even louder moan escaped my lips and something in the back of my mind that could still think straight noted that Gina  most likely heard that.

He grabbed a hold of my breasts and played with my nipples as his tongue went deeper. Teasing, and wiggling. I couldn't keep myself still as my hips swayed back and forth, urging him to keep going.

I grabbed onto the sheet with one hand and grabbed a handful of his messy, dark hair with the other. His face, completely buried between my legs.

I grunted in protest as I felt his face backing away, our eyes locked as he grinned at me. In this moment, he had complete and total control. In this moment..my body belonged to him.

"You want some more, baby?" He licked the taste of me off his lips. "Tell me."

I brushed back my hair that was on my face, and realized I was literally dripping with sweat. It took me a while to speak, because I was still breathing heavy.

A mischievous smirk formed on his lips, as he once again seemed to know exactly what I needed. "You need to be fucked..don't you, naughty girl?"

He stood over me and pulled down his boxers and I saw for the first time just how big he was. I could tell he was big through his pants that heated moment in his penthouse, but seeing it was another thing entirely.

I'm sure I was blushing as I found myself staring at it, my mouth hung open in shock. He grinned and bit his lip, seeming to be pleased with my reaction. He was rock hard.

He began to stroke it as he kept his eyes on me. "Was this what you are after, hmm?"

I couldn't wait anymore, I needed him. All of him. I took a deep breath, as I locked eyes with him. Suddenly in this moment, feeling plenty sexy. He..made me feel sexy.

"Fuck me." I commanded, not looking away from his eyes. "I want every last inch of it." I laid myself back down, and waited for him to take me.

A moan left his lips as he climbed on top of me. "I sure hope you don't have any plans"  He said, an aggression behind his voice. "Because we've just barely gotten started, Miss Riley."

Something tells me Ryker Fox  has just ruined me for any other lover.

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