AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I curl forward and shoot down his throat.
LAKE
His cock pulses in my hand and on my tongue. Spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. His hands fall from my hair to my shoulders and he digs his nails into the skin there. Sharp stings of pain radiate from my shoulders, but they barely register.
I lick him clean.
Suck him dry.
Swallow everything before I sit back on my hunches.
He tumbles backward and slumps against the counter.
Both our chests heave with harsh breaths.
I look at him.
And he looks at me.
And neither of us seems to know what to say.
Or what to think.
Or what to do.
That last one turns out to be just me, because Ryker leans down and cups my cheeks. His fingers curl around the back of my neck and he pulls me up until we’re kissing. He pushes his tongue into my mouth so greedily it’s a miracle I manage to hold it together and not blow in my pants. I’m so turned on it’s starting to feel like a fever. Shaky, with shivers of hot and cold running all over my skin.
He takes advantage of the fact that he’s an athlete and a good forty pounds heavier than me to push me onto his bed. Not that I put up much resistance. I end up on my back with Ryker’s wide body above me, pressing me into the soft mattress.
And all the while, he keeps kissing me. Tongue in my mouth, greedy and freely taking what he wants from me.
It’s hot as fuck.
I grab his bare ass and grind my hips into his. He shoves his hand between us and I have to bite the inside of my cheek as he cups me through my jeans.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I pant and pull his head back by his hair. Thank fuck he stops moving for a second. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Just let me…” His voice is full of need and impatience. His fingers find the button of my jeans and start working on it.
This is not how I planned it. I was supposed to take what I want and get out of here. I’m not supposed to be seduced into staying by Ryk’s blatant hunger.
But I can’t seem to stop.
Can’t seem to resist.
The kiss becomes hot and wet, all teeth and tongues and spit-slick lips, and I lose myself a bit. Forget what I want. What I’ll allow myself to have. He wrestles the button and the zipper open and an impatient hand shoves into my pants. A calloused palm strokes and grips and teases.
Too much and too little at once.
I try to keep still.
To keep a cool head.
To not be swept up in the storm of lust that rages through me.
The asshole finds that spot beneath my ear that’s extra sensitive. He brushes it with his lips. I must make some sort of noise, because he lifts his head for a moment and sends me a curious look. He lowers his head again and licks over it. I suck in a breath, and Ryker’s smile is pure smugness. He dives in. Sucks. Hard. I nearly come off the bed.
My cock gets even harder.
