His fingers find the spot between my legs that’s pulsing with need. He cups me over my jeans, gently pressing down, and I can’t resist the urge to thrust up into his hand, rolling my hips. I crave the touch of skin on skin. I want to feel him, make him come undone just as he’sunraveling me.
Reaching up to touch him, I find him straining against his jeans. My grip runs down his length and my mouth waters at the memory of him inside of me. He groans into my mouth as my hand grasps harder.
I could live off of that sound. Pour it into my soul and I’ll carry it with me for the rest of my life.
Breaking the kiss, I push Ronin back into the couch. I sit up, rearranging my legs so I straddle his lap. His eyes flash and I marvel at the intensity burning in them. Ronin beholds me in a way no other partner ever has. Like I’m the most important thing in his world—like I am the very air that he needs to live.
“You are exquisite, Amelia Baker.” Taking both of my hands in his, he brings them to his lips. The faintest kiss brushes my skin, his gaze never leaving mine. His palms run up my bare arms, a trail of goosebumps spreading in his wake. I shiver under his touch, at how carefully he is handling me in this moment. “The most beautiful person I know, both inside and out.”
Emotion wells inside of me, my heart thrumming with a feeling I might soon be ready to put a voice to. His grip falls down to rest on my ass.
Reaching behind me, I swipe a finger through the icing once more and turn back to him, letting my finger brush across his lips. I lean down and lick it off, and he’s rock hard underneath me. I push down, letting him hit my center, and let out a quiet cry. Just this small contact has me breathless and wanton with need.
Again.
His hands tighten on my ass and he drives up against me, crashing his lips to mine. I grind against his lap, and his hands come up underneath the back of my shirt. His skin is hot against mine as he splays his hands against my spine.
“Mel,” he gasps, breaking away from my mouth. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.” He thrusts up against me again and I let my head fall back, a tiny moan escaping my lips. God, he feels so good. My body is thrumming, skin tingling with need.
“Then let me take care of you,” I say, leaning down and kissing him deep, my tongue spearing into his mouth. I roll my hips against him again before pulling away to kiss his jaw, and then lean lower to place my mouth on his throat. I want to make him feel good. Make him lose that careful control. I slip under the hem of his shirt, running my hands over his stomach before pulling the shirt up over his head. My fingers wander, finding the button of his jeans, and I pop it open.
“Mel, you don’t have to?—”
I cut him off with another kiss. “I want to.” I place a finger against his lips and his eyes darken. “Now shut up and let me do this. It’s your birthday, after all.”
I wink at him and Ronin groans, his head falling back against the couch as I slide off his lap, landing on my knees before him. He watches me from hooded eyes as I pull his jeans down his thighs, and he kicks them off to the side. His hands are gripping the couch so tight I can see the whites of his knuckles.
I drink in the sight of him greedily. His abs tighten under my scrutiny as my gaze rakes over his body, his lightly tanned skin smooth, save for a small smattering of chest hair. The bulge in his boxers has me clenching my thighs together. He’s on the brink of coming apart, and knowing that it’s my hands and mouth that is unraveling him—it’s empowering.
I pull down his black boxer briefs and his length springs out, hard and already glistening. I take a moment to admire Ronin in all his entirety, the throbbing between my legs pulsing with every heartbeat. Last time we were intimate, we were only eighteen. Ronin on the verge of thirty is an entirely different ballgame.
He’s breathtaking.
And he’smine.
I lean forward and grip him at the base, running my tongue up the side of him before taking the tip into my mouth.
Ronin’s hands come up to grip my hair. “Holy shit, Mel,” he manages. “You feel so good.”
Feeling inspired, I steal some more icing and swipe it down his length. His hips thrust up, and I take all of him into mymouth, licking the icing with my tongue. My head bobs as I let him in, my hand working him at the same time. I suck on his tip, letting my lips wrap around the rim.
It’s been…a while…since the last time I was with a male partner and performed this particular act for someone. And I’ve never experienced this level of foreplay with Ronin before. I can’t help the small voice of doubt that creeps in and wonders if I’m doing a good job—if this is as pleasurable for him as it is for me. If I’m even skilled at this at all.
Ronin groans, and his hands tighten in my hair, guiding my head up and down as I suck and lick and run my tongue over his tip. His breathing quiets but his motions are hurried, his thrusting more frantic. I’m spurned on, emboldened by his pleasure.
I grip his thighs as Ronin lets out a gasping groan, chasing his release as he spills down my throat. Feeling him completely fall apart under my touch has my core throbbing even more than before, his release making me slick between my legs. His thighs shake under my hands and his fingers tighten around my head for a brief second before loosening. I give him one last stroke of my tongue before sitting back.
“I told you I wouldn’t last long,” Ronin says with a wry smile, his head thrown back. I can’t ignore the swell of pride at his words.
I move to pull my hands away and Ronin opens his eyes, grabbing my wrists. His stare is intense, his pupils completely blown. His voice is hoarse as he pins me with his gaze.
“Let’s take this back to my place. It’s your turn.”
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. BIRTHDAY SURPRISE A HUGE HIT AND NOW I AM HEADED TO RONIN’S HOUSE FOR ADULT TIME
Sydney
ohhhh shit, mellie’s about to get laid. about fucking time
