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I flick his dick with my forefinger, and it bounces against his stomach. He hisses out a breath through his teeth.

“What an inconsiderate ass,” Ryker says.

“Yeah. He should probably make it up to me somehow.”

You have to appreciate a man who can take a painfully obvious hint. He leans forward, balances himself on his elbow, wraps his palm around the base of my dick, and sucks the tip into his mouth.

I’ve been on the receiving end of a fair few blowjobs in my life. A lot of good ones, too. But not a single one has ever made me feel like Ryker’s do. Every damn time.

His hand moves from the root of my cock to my ass, and he clutches the cheek. Pulls me forward. At the same time, he sucks me deeper into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue rubs the sensitive spot under the head of my dick.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back. My hips push forward and draw back, and I can’t really stop the slow thrusts. Can’t stay still. Some primitive part of my brain has overtaken the rational side, and there’s only one goal there. Get deeper. Into the hot, wet heat that surrounds my cock. My thrusts grow more frantic, but Ryk doesn’t seem to mind. He seems to like it. He moans, and the sound vibrates against my shaft and travels straight to my balls. They draw up tight. My toes curl against the floor.

He pulls off, hand still clutching my left ass cheek. His fingers dip lower and run over my hole. He licks his lips, and his eyes meet mine, a questioning look in them.

I put a knee on the bed and throw my leg over his thighs until I’m straddling him. I grab his face between my hands and kiss him, slowly and thoroughly, like I’m mapping out the inside of his mouth and taking my time with it. His hand stills for a moment, and then he’s exploring again. Fingers moving up and down my crack, brushing over my hole again and again, like he’s an explorer. I groan into his mouth and roll my hips so his dick rubs against mine. I plunge my tongue into his mouth. Our combined breathing grows harsher and harsher the more turned on both of us get.

All the while, his fingers keep exploring.

“Is this okay?” he pants between kisses. “Am I… Is this okay?”

“More,” I say, kissing down the side of his neck. I sink my teeth briefly into the soft spot below his ear. He arches his hips up, and the tip of his middle finger pushes into me abruptly.

“Oh fuck.” He gasps and stills and blinks at me.

“Keep going,” I say in a harsh whisper. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

He snorts and nods. “No,” he agrees. “I don’t think I can anyway. But you gotta stop rubbing against my dick, or I’ll bust.”

“Think of your grandma or something, then.”

“Sexy,” he deadpans, and starts to mutter something. Audibly, but not loud enough for me to decipher what he’s saying. Only bits and pieces.

I groan and my hands still where they’ve been roaming all over his body.

“You’re ruining my high with your sexy grandma talk.”

He starts to laugh at that.

“You’ll have to endure. I don’t want to come like this.”

“Oh? How are you planning to come then?”

In response, he grips my ass with both hands. Long, calloused fingers spread my cheeks apart. The tip of his finger breaches me again. Just the tip. Just a little. But he has large fingers.

“Inside your ass,” he says.

“Somebody’s confident.”

He grips my ass harder and lifts me up. He pulls me farther on top of him, lines up our cocks, and takes them in his big, warm hand.

Heavy breathing fills the space between us.

“Ryk?” I whisper between kisses to his neck. “Tell me you have lube.”

“Every self-respecting person has lube, Lake.”

He lets go of my cock and leans over the edge of the bed. There’s the snick of the cap, and then his hand is back, slippery and wet now.

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