This was about sex. Pure and simple. No dinners out, no picking out furniture or helping decide career moves or what kind of home to live in.
This was nothing more than two bodies using each other for pleasure.
“Maz?”
She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized Rylan waited, his hand out for her to take. She looked up, really looked at him, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why she should say no to his offer. For pie or sex. Smiling, she took his hand and said, “Apple or cherry?”
He laughed. “You should know that’s not a question by now.” He pulled her to her feet, his tug a bit harder than necessary, and she gasped as she slammed up against his chest. “Don’t you know you can put anything in front of me and I’ll eat it.”
Heat rushed through her at his closeness and his teasing words. “Anything?”
His head lowered, his mouth brushing lightly on hers. “Anything.”
A moan escaped when he slanted his head and took her mouth. She melted against him with the first sweep of his tongue, the nip of his teeth on her bottom lip.
“Legs up,” he growled into her mouth.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped up and hooked her legs around his hips. “Yes.”
His eyes met hers. “Yes to pie or . . . ?”
“Both.”
“Pie or sex first?”
She grinned. “Both.”
It took a moment for him to understand, but when he did, his eyes dilated and the hard cock pressing into her clit throbbed. “I like the way you think.”
Palming her ass, he held her tight and carried her inside. When they reached the kitchen, he put her in the same spot she’d sat this morning, and she couldn’t stop the shudder at the memory.
“Stay right there. I’m getting supplies.”
She watched through heavy eyes as he pulled the pie from the fridge. She shivered when he yanked open the freezer and retrieved a tub of ice cream.
“Pie’s always better with ice cream.” He handed her the plate and tub, said, “Hang on to those,” then scooped her off the counter and strode for the stairs.
It wasn’t until they were halfway upstairs that his plan really took hold of her. She’d been joking when she had said both. Or at least not truly cognizant of what she was implying. Now, with Rylan racing up to his room, the pie and ice cream in her hands, his hard length pressed against her, she was fully aware of what she’d suggested.
When they reached his room, he lowered her to her feet beside the bed. Taking the dessert from her, he said, “Better get out of those clothes, or they’re going to get messy.”
Rylan didn’t wait for her to follow his instructions. He grabbed the back of his shirt and ripped it over his head, then he shoved his hands beneath the waistband of his shorts and took those and his briefs to the floor in one sweep.
God, he was gorgeous. Long limbs and toned muscles and a happy-to-see-her erection she’d had the pleasure of tasting earlier. Now, with her gaze glued to that part of him, she couldn’t believe she’d managed to suck him to the root.
He was big. Long and thick and flushed with need, his cock was the biggest she’d ever had the good fortune to enjoy. She licked her lips, thought about how he’d tasted earlier, how he’d taste now if she spread pie and ice cream along his shaft.
“You keep doing that, and I’ll push you to your knees. Or I’ll be coming all over myself, and I’ve got plans, Mazey. I need you to get undressed, or I’m going to have to do it for you. I’m not sure I won’t tear what you’re wearing to shreds if I do.”
Jolted from her lust daze, she popped the button on her shorts and pushed them and her panties to the floor. Next, she stripped out of her top and bra. Everything piled in a heap at their feet less than thirty seconds later.
Rylan shuddered. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She smiled. “Right back at you.” Stepping forward, she wrapped her hand around his cock. “I don’t think I want pie anymore.”
His hand covered hers. “Oh, we’re having pie. I’m going to smear it all over your pussy, then my cock, and we’re going to do some math.”
Mazey sucked in a breath. “Multiples of three?”
