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“Beer?” he asked as we stepped through the front door. He tossed his keys onto the small dining room table and walked into the kitchen.
Although we’d ordered a bottle of wine at dinner, he’d only had one glass with his meal, and I’d finished off the rest. I had a nice buzz going on, but I still nodded. I wasn’t the biggest beer drinker, but Ryker always had the best craft ones on hand.
I went over to the living room and sat in his oversized recliner. Although it would comfortably fit two people, because Ryker was such a big guy, he filled up the entire thing. The leather was soft like butter beneath me, and smelled just like him.
I heard the fridge open and close, the sound of beer bottles clanking together, and then a moment later I sensed him walking into the living room.
Looking over my shoulder, I appreciated the sight that was all him.
He set the bottles on the coffee table, looking at me hungrily. Although we did things as a couple, almost mundane experiences that you’d expect a boyfriend and girlfriend to do, we were also both extremely passionate. That meant when we were alone, giving each other pleasure was at the top of our list.
I was about to push myself up to stand, propel this evening along, but he was in front of me a moment later, dropping to his knees and sliding his hands up my thighs. He kept his focus trained right on my eyes as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. He curled his fingers around the waistband, taking my jeans and my panties down with them.
A soft moan left me.
I lifted my ass to give him better access, and once the clothes were off and tossed to the side, he leaned back so he was sitting on his heels. Ryker slowly trailed his gaze down to my pussy. Although my legs were closed, I had no doubt he could see my slit.
He wrapped his hand loosely around my leg and lifted my foot, putting it on his shoulder and then leaning in and running his tongue around the delicate bone of my ankle. He kissed and sucked at my skin, moving his tongue and lips up my calf then closer to my inner thigh. With his free hand, he lifted my other leg and placed it over the arm of the chair.
I felt myself spread for him, felt the cool air move along the most intimate part of my body.
I had my hands wrapped around the leather, my nails digging in as pleasure instantly consumed me and he’d hardly even touched me yet. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me down lower so my ass was hanging off the seat of the chair. And then he took my foot off his shoulder and put my leg over the other armrest.
I was obscenely spread for him, my stomach hollowing in and out, in and out. I exhaled harshly, the pleasure taking over. He kept his face expressionless, but it still spoke volumes.
He was hungry for me. He’d devour me.
“I don’t know if I can last until I see you again, baby.” He grunted out those words and leaned in closer, his eyes trained on mine. “If I’m being honest, those days I don’t see you, I jerk off so many times that my dick gets sore.”
A small sound left me, and I felt my nipples harden.
He looked down at my pussy, a low growl leaving him. “Look at how wet you are for me.” Ryker slid his hand along my inner thigh, moved it closer to the spot between my legs, and then he was sliding his fingers up and down my slit, gathering my arousal. “Soaked.” He grunted that lone word right before he leaned in to latch his mouth right on my center.
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, my mouth opening on its own as I moaned softly. The feel of him flattening his tongue and sliding it up and down my cleft, dipping it into my pussy hole, and then dragging it back up and sucking on my nub was almost my undoing.
“Look at me,” he demanded, the vibrations from his voice spearing right through my core.
I forced myself to lift my head, to open my eyes. I stared at him, seeing this almost animalistic look on his face. That’s the most accurate description I could come up with for how he watched me.
He pulled back just enough so that he could see my pussy, so that I could see how wet I was. And then he stuck his tongue out and flattened it on me once more. He dragged it up and down again, lapping at my clit and moving the muscle around the hardened, engorged bud. He growled deeply, as if he were in heaven right now.
I gasped at the sensitivity.
He had his thumbs on either side of my lips, pulling the flesh apart, spreading me out for him. He moved his tongue back down and thrust it into my hole, fucking me there like I wanted him to do with his big cock.
“Please, Ryker.” I licked my lips, my voice no more than a whisper. He growled low before giving my pussy one last suck, and then he leaned back.
We stared at each other for a prolonged moment, the electricity and chemistry bouncing between us.
With his hands back onmy inner thighs, keeping me spread, I was at his mercy.
“What do you want?” His voice was a rough tenor, sounding slightly husky, very serrated.
“I want you,” I said honestly, because there was no point in sugarcoating all of this. I was here, spread for him, all but begging to be fucked. I wanted him desperately, and I knew he wanted me too.
He let go of me and stood, and I watched with a no doubt heated gaze as he went for the button and zipper of his jeans. But he didn’t take his pants fully off, and instead pulled his cock out of the fly, stroking himself from root to crown over and over again, pre-cum lining the tip.
He looked between my legs the entire time.
