“Too much?” he asks.
“No,” I exhale as his head dips low again, and I feel lazy circles swirling over my sensitive crown.
I try to watch him work, hoping for a glimpse of that wicked tongue casually licking at my skin, but the pleasure is too intense, making my head too heavy to hold upright. So, I close my eyes and sink into the comforter despite his ministrations making me feel weightless.
Flicking, circling, sucking… Ryder lavishes my aching cock with his sinful mouth as his hands map the contours of my body. Clutching at my chest, pinching my nipples between his fingers, kneading my sac and probing my hole with teasing strokes that glide so effortlessly I assume he’s using lube, though I have no memory of him reaching for it. His touch is that distracting.
I feel himeverywhere, bringing me to the brink over and over again only to pull back before I combust. I’m torn between the need for release and the desire to stay in this blissed-out state all night. After all, when it feels this good, I’ll let the man do anything he wants to my body. Hell, I think I’d even beg.
When he’s denied me for the fourth—or fifth—time, a strangled moan erupts from my throat. I don’t mean for it to signal that he should take his mouth off me, yet that’s what he does, holding his thick cock in his hand as he crawls up my body and presses it to my entrance.
“I can’t wait any longer, either.” He nudges his tip inside, shallow thrusts doing nothing to sate my need and everything to make me damn near feral with desire. “Did you mean what you said before about no condoms? I don’t have any, but I won’t fuck you bare if you don’t want me to.”
It takes a second for the lust-fueled fog to clear enough for his words to register, though at this point, I’m not sure I could say no to him at all.
“I meant it. Don’t stop.”
Ryder’s eyes roll back in his head as he pushes all the way into my body, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily as he swallows. “Damn,” he grits as he slides in to the hilt. “I don’t know if you can tell a difference, but feeling your ass like this, right on my skin…holy fuck.”
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, and I swear the wonder stamped all over his face nearly has me coming apart. My walls clench around him of their own accord, pulling a borderline animalistic groan from deep in his chest.
“Do that again and I’m gonna rut into you like a savage beast.”
It’s supposed to be a warning, but I’d rather think of it as a challenge since I figure that’s what happened the first time, andI liked it.
“Oh fuck,” he cries as I contract around him, and he starts to move.
True to his word, he pulls out and slams in like a man unhinged. In his haste his hips grind against my ass as he chases his release, which has the tip of his cock nudging my prostate with each pass. The friction pushes me closer and closer to the precipice, forcing a breathless cry from my throat each time he bottoms out.
“Damn you make the best sounds as you take my dick,” he pants. “You gonna scream for me when you come?”
Lifting my hips to meet his, the sound of skin slapping together echoes around the room. It’s the only answer I can give.
Eyes closed, a tiny crease separating his brows beneath the wisps of hair falling over his forehead, Ryder’s earlier hesitation is gone, his body consumed with finding his pleasure. And I take a disturbing sense of pride in knowing I can get him out of his head and make himfeel. As if I’ve got some sort of power over him. Or he finds methatsexy.
Grunting as he drives into me, I meet him halfway, helping him hit the deepest recesses of my body. With each thrust, I tip further and further over the edge, until I’m falling, my walls clenching around him as my release courses through me. And then I scream his name.
“Holy… Oh fuck. Fuck,” he cries with one final thrust, burying so deep I can feel his cock pulsing rhythmically inside me.
***
My fingers ghost over his pecs as we lay in bed, cataloging the way his skin feels against my own. It’s firm yet smooth. Soft, sort of like his personality in the sense that what you see on the surface doesn’t exactly match what’s on the inside.
Now you’re philosophizing his body. Get a grip, Hayden.
That’s easier said than done. Ryder’s been such a puzzle from day one, it’s hard not to look for insight anywhere I can find it. Plus, part of me is waiting for the fallout that might still come. Like he said at the ball, just because he now sees the pattern between his emotions and his actions doesn’t mean he can control them. Not fully. Not yet.
I’m doing my best not to brace for what may or may not come and just enjoy the feel of his big, warm body next to mine. His fingers absently drawing a line up and down my arm. It’s peaceful. So much so, I’m tempted to drift off, even though I’m fighting it. I don’t want the evening to end.
“Why aren’t you more pissed at me for walking out? For avoiding you?” His hand stills on my arm as he breaks the silence.
“I guess because I’ve seen this pattern before. People going through some sort of loss tend to take two steps forward and one back all the time. When you left, I knew it was because of an internal battle I couldn’t help you with. As for avoiding me, I was pissed about that until you texted and sort of gave me an explanation.” Flattening my palm on his chest, just over the heart that’s beating steadily, I hold still to see if the rhythm changes. If my words cause him to panic.
“I texted you?” His heartbeat keeps the same pace as I feel him turn his head toward me.
My face probably isn’t visible to him with my head resting on his chest, and I actually prefer that considering the confession I’m about to make. I’m not sure I could say the words if he could see my eyes, and keeping this secret isn’t an option. Especially not after hearing him with Blake and learning that he’s got a sore spot for secrets.
“Three days ago. You were drunk. At least I assume you were since you thought I was your brother.”
