Page 63 of Ruck Me Harder

I wasn’t expecting that.

“She sleeps in Cari’s room lately.”

“Because you’ve been staying with me.” It’s not a question.

I shrug. “I didn’t ask her to. She likes her.”

Viv bites her lip, and I step closer to her, setting my hands on her hips.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is it bad that I’m kind of glad she’s not sleeping in here?” Her face goes pink. “I don’t know that I’d be able to relax if she was in the room when we’re naked.”

A bolt of heat runs through me. “Oh? We’re getting naked?” I try to play it cool.

She pins me with a flat look. “If you think I’m going to lay in this bed beside you all night without touching you, you have another think coming.”

Shaking my head, I hide my smile by pulling her close for a kiss. She winds her arms around my neck, her chest pressed to mine so close she can probably feel my heart pounding for her.

Viv yields for me, melting into me. Slowly, I walk her toward the bed until it hits the back of her legs. To my surprise, she sits on the edge and then looks up at me, her dark eyes bright.

I grab the back of my T-shirt, pulling it up and off. It lands somewhere behind me. Her hands reach for the waistband of my joggers. My hard cock slaps up against my abs, leaving a smear of pre-cum on my skin. I shiver at the sensation.

When she wraps her hand around my cock, giving me a slow stroke, I nearly combust. She smirks up at me, a pleased look on her face.

And then she leans forward, wrapping her lips around me. She draws me into the tight heat of her mouth, her tongue playing with the sensitive spot beneath the head of my cock. I bite down on my knuckles to smother my groan.

Vivienne grabs my other hand, setting in on the back of her head. I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping the strands as she draws back and then takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

My hips punch forward involuntarily and she lets out a soft sound. Immediately, I pull back to give her space to breathe, but she doesn’t let me. She takes me deeper, her hand moving to my ass and pulling me toward her.

Her other hand strokes the parts of me that won’t fit in her mouth. Her tight grip feels incredible. I think I could come just from this. But I don’t want the night to be over just yet.

My hand in her hair, I pull her head back until she draws off. She’s breathing hard, her face pink. My cock is wet with her saliva and I immediately regret leaving the perfect heat of her mouth.

Except her pleasure comes first. Every time. That’s a nonnegotiable for me.

As I reach for the hem of her shirt, she helps me lift it off. She’s wearing a soft, dark green bra and leggings. I don’t waste time in helping her out of them. They land somewhere on the floor behind me, as do her lacy boy short-style panties.

When she’s naked in my bed, staring up at me with want in her eyes, it’s like all my dreams have come true. Fuck chasing a gold medal at Worlds. Fuck going back to the Olympics. This is what I want. This is what’s important.

I cover her body with mine. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me further into her. My cockhead nudges her entrance, her hot, slick cunt on my skin making my eyes roll back in my head. I rock my hips into hers, not trying to enter her, slipping and sliding against her slick skin. Vivienne lets out a soft moan, throwing her head back.

Well, don’t mind if I do. Kissing down the column of her throat, I taste her skin, sucking on that sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

I make my way down the bed, paying good attention to her breasts. They’re the perfect handful, the pointed nubs begging to be tugged and licked and sucked. I make sure to devote equal attention to both, my hands and mouth busy. Her fingers card through my hair, holding me tight to her.

Her soft pants and breathy moans drive me absolutely crazy. I kiss my way down her belly to her core, opening her for me. She helps by spreading her legs wider. I draw one leg over my shoulder, then the other, before I dive in and taste her.

As much as I love being inside her, I think I could do this for the rest of my life and die happy. Don’t get me wrong, the physicality of sex and the emotional connection we share are toe-curling good. Bringing her pleasure? It makes everything better for me when she’s having a good time and enjoying herself. Her happiness is my highest priority at all times, in bed and out of it.

Vivienne’s heels dig into my back, her hands in my hair, as her face rides my mouth. She isn’t shy about taking what she needs from me. Slipping two fingers inside her, I search for that spot that drives her crazy.

When I find it, she lets out a loud, long groan, her head tipped back. She fists my hair, pulling at the strands almost to the point of pain. My cock jerks and leaks against the comforter.

But I don’t let up. I give her what she needs, again and again. And when she finally breaks, her walls fluttering around my fingers and drenching my hand, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

She reaches for me, pulling me by the shoulders until we’re face to face. Without hesitation, she kisses me, no doubt tasting herself on my lips. She deepens the kiss, our tongues tangling, our breaths commingling until we’re one soul in two bodies, forever intertwined.