Saving Ryder

Ryder

Two months later:
Love isn't supposed to be easy is it? I should know that seeing as I got my heart shattered by my last girlfriend Siege. She was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on. Long brown hair that came down a little past her breasts, beautiful brown eyes, and the most beautiful smile you could ever lay eyes on. She seems perfect doesn't she? Too bad she was far from it.
I'm the bad boy type. Every single girl wants me, and I get what I want whenever I want it. I don't do love at all. Siege broke my heart because of something that wasn't even under my control. Tattoos are my life, and I plan to fill my body with them. Being CEO of my own place was not in my plans, but it makes me look better. Everyone who doubted me in high school is sure as hell getting proved wrong now. My class voted me most likely to do nothing in life. I'm at the top and I make billions. I'd say I'm doing pretty damn well.
It's late spring, and I'm sitting at a bar trying to scope out hot girls to take home and show them the time of their life. So what, I'm cocky and arrogant. I spin in my chair getting up to go to the bathroom when this hot ass girl walks in. She has light brown hair. It's curly, but not too curly. She's in short ass shorts, and flip flops, and a shirt that has strings hanging from the bottom instead of just a regular shirt. I have to fuck her. I picked a good night to look good. I'm wearing my dark blue jeans with Sperry's, a tight shirt that fits my body perfectly. My hair isn't perfect, but it's the perfect kind of messy. I get up and walk towards her confidentially. "Hey," I say giving her a smirk.
"Hi," She says smiling as well.
"I'm Ryder."
"Ava." She replies simply.
"Well Ava, how would you like to go back to my place? No strings attached, just fucking." I say.
"Sure, lead the way," she replies. Looks like my charm worked again. We walk out to my car, and she gets into the passenger side and I get into the driver's side. It's a silent drive to my house, and it's good because conversation with women was never really my specialty. My looks get me everywhere. We arrive at my house twenty minutes later. We walk up to my house, her trailing behind me, and I open the door. No sooner than that her lips are on mine, and her tongue is dancing with my tongue. It takes her no time to remove my shirt, and start kissing my neck. I pick her up, and carry her to the couch. No girl has ever been in my bedroom, and no girl will ever go into my bed room. My bedroom is my man cave, and it's going to stay that way. I remove her shirt, and remove her bra all in one swift movement. I take no time putting her boob in my mouth and sucking it. She lets out a slight moan, and I move my hand down feeling her pussy through her wants. It's so warm down there. I wonder if she's as wet as it feels. I glide my hands down inside of her underwear, and start rubbing her pussy slowly and getting faster. Her nails are now gripping into my back while her back is arching. Right when she's about to have an orgasm I stand up dropping my pants and boxers on the group, and I pull her shorts and underwear down. They're pink lace, and really sexy. I remove them, and slip the condom on that was just sitting on my coffee table. In one swift movement, I'm inside of her thrusting in and out. She's screaming out in pleasure now, and I know I did my job. She lifts her body one good time, and I know she just orgasmed because she just collapses on the bed, and I slam into her one last time, and collapse beside her. "Bye," I say getting up and handing her, her clothes. She puts them on and just walks out not saying anything. I get up leaving all my stuff on the floor, and go to sleep.
The next morning I get up around six am so I could shower and get to work. I can usually work from home, but today I have an interview with a twenty four year old women who wants the job as my secretary. I arrive at the office at approximately seven thirty, and the interview isn't until eight, so I get started on some paperwork. I've fucked every girl that works here, and all of them always come running back for more. Some girls just don't get that I don't want anything more than a fuck. At eight Annabel at the front desk buzzes in. "Your eight o'clock appointment is here," she says.
"Send her up," I reply. A couple minutes later there's a knock at my door, so I stand up straightening my blue silk tie, and I open the door. There's a girl standing in front of me with longish brown hair that falls just above her breast. I'd say she's no taller than five three, and she's dressed in tight jeggings with a low cut dress shirt. "Hi, I'm Ryder Daniels. I'm the CEO of this place," I say extending my hand.
"Hi, I'm Cecilia," she says, and theirs a hint of nervousness behind her voice. She takes my hand and shakes it, and I pull her to me kissing her. It takes her a minute to react, but her tongue reacts fast. Her hand glides down my abs, and she grabs my dick automatically making me hard. I start backing up until we are at my desk and I take my hand and fling everything off of it, and I set her on top of it. Her hands are exploring my hair, and my hands are gripping onto her ass. I step back and slide her pants and underwear off, and I drop my dress pants after grabbing the condom out my wallet. I put the condom on my huge dick, and I kiss her while slamming into her. I start thrusting, and her hips match my rhythm. Her hands slide up my shirt, and her nails are digging into my back. A moan cries out of her mouth, and now she's moaning uncontrollably. I know for sure she just had an orgasm, so I thrust into her two more times, and cum. I remove the condom and toss it into the trashcan beside my desk, and pull up my pants. Cecilia is working on putting her clothes back on when I'm finished and sitting at my desk. "Do you have you resume?" I ask as she's slipping on her shirt.
"Yes, here," she says picking it up off the floor in front of her. She hands it to me, and I review it.
"Well, it looks like you know what you're doing, and you're the perfect candidate for this job. You're hired," I say looking her in the face.
"Thank you so much," she says extending her hand, so I extend mine and shake it.
"You start Monday." I say opening the door for her to exit. It's Friday, and I already can't wait to be off of work. Something's telling me Cecilia won't be the only girl I'm fucking this weekend, or tonight for that matter. I pull out my phone and text Miles.
"You want to go to the bar with me tonight?" I ask waiting for a response.
"Sure, I'll meet you there at eight." He responds.
At six I am finally able to go home from work. I get into my Ferrari and arrive at my house at six forty five. I slip on a pair of warn out jeans, and a black muscle shirt, and my Sperry's. I walk into the bathroom, and look in the mirror. My five o'clock shadow is coming back, but it looks good on me. I brush my hair quickly, and I'm out the door by seven fifteen. Finally I arrive at the bar at seven fifty, and Miles still isn't here yet. I stand there until eight, then when he still isn't there I go in and grab a round of drinks, downing them. "Hey," Miles says startling me.
"What's up?" I stand up hugging him. Miles sits down beside me ordering two shots of tequila. "How've you been?" He asks me.
"I've been pretty damn good," I say. It's not really a lie. "Look at that hot ass brunette that just walked in," I say changing the subject.
"Holy shit," he responds. "I'll be back. I have to go to the bathroom," he says disappearing.
"You're thinking about her again, aren't you, Ryder?" my best friend Miles asks startling me. I've known Miles since we were in Kindergarten. We connected as soon as we met, and we've been best friends ever since. He knows all about my past with Siege and was there when she completely broke my heart. Miles has brown hair that he takes time to spike up every day, brown eyes, and he's a little bit smaller than me. Miles definitely doesn't compare to me when it comes to being built. Miles has one tattoo on his arm, and it's of a grave yard and a tombstone that has his mother's name on it. Miles has pretty great teeth except for the one in the front. It's the only tooth not straight. Miles pulls a lot of girls, but not compared to me. He's not as outgoing as me, and he actually stays in relationships, but he always ends up fucking up.
"Holy shit you scared me, but no, I could care less about her at this point." I know he could see past my lie, but he doesn't point it out. I call the bartender over, and order another round of drinks. I need to forget her. I shouldn't be thinking about her like this. Siege is the exact reason I just fuck girls with no strings attached. They know better than to want anything more.
"Stop zoning out on me," Miles yells.
"Sorry," I reply because there's not much else to say.
"That girl is fucking fine." Miles says grabbing my attention.
I turn around, and I see the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Blonde hair, blue eyes that could melt you, and a drop dead gorgeous smile. It should be illegal to look like that. "Holy shit she's beautiful." I can't help but stare at her.
"I bet you can't get her to fuck you," he challenges.
"Is that a bet I hear Miles?"
"I believe so Ryder."
I never turn down a bet. What kind of man would I be if I did? "What are the rules?" I ask.
"You can't get committed. You just fuck her. No strings attached, whatever it takes." Easy. I don't want to be in a relationship.
"What happens when I win?" I ask smirking.
"When you win? That girl is not going to fuck you, but winner gets paid two thousand dollars." Two thousand dollars? That's spare change for me. "Deal."