Ryker touched my mouth with two fingers.
“Open.”
I obeyed, parting my lips for him. He stroked my tongue, gathering my saliva. A moment later, his fingers stroked my slit, teasing me open.
Slowly, Ryker sank into me, with a hot glide that was sheer bliss. He fit like a glove.
I buried my face in his shoulder with a moan, surrounding myself with his heat and scent.
One night.
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
Chapter seven
Gatling
When Kelsie wiggled underneath me, her pussy clenched around my cock with a suffocating grip. I gritted my teeth, refusing to blow my load too early.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex. Three years ago? Four? Shit, it might be eight years by now. I didn’t have the charisma for hooking up, and my resting bitch face sent most women running for the hills.
And I didn’t fall in love. Ever.
Most of the time, my right hand in the shower was enough of a relief. My entire life had been one long stretch of survival mode. When the fuck would I have time to let down my guard, relax, and have decent sex?
Kelsie cupped the back of my head, clinging to me as she mouthed at my jawline. Goosebumps rippled down my back and I shuddered, pulsing my hips with short, shallow thrusts.
“Call me sunshine again,” she breathed.
I gripped her waist, sinking my fingers into her soft flesh. Bringing my mouth to her ear, I pulled out and thrust in again,filling her deep. Kelsie flung her head back with a gasp, arching against my chest.
“My fucking gorgeous sunshine,” I growled. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined having you like this?”
Kelsie let out a wrecked little sound. I shoved the hoodie up, exposing those heavy tits that I’d wanted to taste for years. Her skin was creamy smooth in the faint moonlight. Dipping my head, I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked.
She swore, writhing harder beneath me. Pushing her hips up to meet mine on every stroke.
I knew it was wrong. I knew I had no right to touch her, taste her, to feel the silky heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She was everything good and pure and light, while I was rotten to the core, poison.
Kelsie’s walls fluttered, wavering on the edge of her orgasm. Hooking my hands behind her knees, I guided her thighs around my waist. With long, deep strokes, I lost myself in her. The way she held me. The sweet little noises she made. Her warmth. Her softness.
I licked and nipped at her skin,overcome with something that I’d never felt with anything else.
The raw need to claim. To mark. To make her mine.
It wasn’t possible to satisfy my all-consuming hunger for her. Not in one night. Hell, I wouldn’t even be able to do it in an entire lifetime if I was given that privilege. But I wanted that perfect pussy of hers to remember every ridge and vein when I was finished.
“Come on, sunshine, you’re close. I can feel it,” I murmured, kissing her tits, her neck, her mouth. I would never be able to look her in the eye again after this, knowing what she tasted like. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me that you want this just as much as I do.”
Kelsie sank down and circled her hips, grinding hard. I cupped her ass in my palms, tilting her body at just the right angle.
“Ryker,yes,” she gasped. “Oh my God—”
Her pussy sucked my cock deeper with a satisfying, slick sound.
At last, my brain felt like it was wiped clean. No memories, no flashbacks, no replaying the events of the past that I couldn’t escape.
It was just Kelsie.
