A low curse.

And then—

A sharp inhale, a strangled moan—

I knew he had just cum.

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.

“Fuck,” 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 was—Ryder, sweaty, his body stretched out on his bed, his cock still in...