Текст книги "Sinful Desire"
Автор книги: Lauren Blakely
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
The game moved too quickly for Ryan to talk to Marshall about anything more than their strategy on the ice. The opposing team demolished them for the first two periods, rattling his teammates with penalty after penalty. The last period wasn’t much better, and Ryan had to hold one of his guys back from starting yet another fight.
“Cool off, man. It’s just a game,” he told him before the ref threw the guy in the penalty box.
The game ended with a loss for his team, and his guys cursing up a storm, frustrated by their own poor play.
Ryan hardly cared today. Marshall had texted him earlier that he had an update, so when the other men headed to the showers, Marshall pulled him aside. They took off their skates, and then trudged up a few rows, removing bulky gloves before parking themselves on blue plastic seats.
The ice rink was mercifully empty.
“Got some news for you. You told me your brother-in-law had gotten a tip that Stefano wasn’t as active in the Sinners at the time of the murder, right?”
Ryan nodded. Brent had shared that detail during the pool game at his house, something he’d heard from Mindy. But everything was hearsay still, and Ryan was hoping that could change soon.
“I think I know why.”
“Tell me,” Ryan said, and a mix of both desperation and anticipation gripped him. He wanted a fact. He prayed Marshall was dealing in that currency.
“Seems like Stefano had a broker,” he began, and Ryan furrowed his brow in a question. Marshall made a rolling gesture with his hand to explain. “Like his guy who set up his hits.”
The ice in the rink had nothing on Ryan right now. He was chilled to the bone. His body turned subzero just hearing how that killer operated. “This guy set up murders for hire?”
Marshall nodded. “He brokered them. The Sinners were all about drugs then, and stealing. Fencing stolen goods, some territory battles—the usual gang stuff, to be honest. But, sadly, there’s money in murder, too, so the broker started working that angle for his boy Stefano.” Marshall shook his head in disgust. Ryan gritted his teeth, trying to tamp down the treacherous ball of rage that lived inside of him at times like this. “Sounds like he’s one of the guys the detectives are looking for.”
“T.J. and K.,” Ryan said in a hiss, the initials slithering out of his mouth. “That has to be them. His friends. His fucking accomplices. Who the hell are they? Do you know their names?”
“That’s the problem. They’re slippery. They’re smarter than you’d expect a bunch of street thugs to be. The Sinners were quiet for awhile, sort of fell apart, but are now rising up again, and the word is this guy has played a role in some serious shit that went down. But we don’t have a name yet. Not a real one, at least. Detective would probably sell an arm for a name.”
Ryan probably would, too.
* * *
The week flew forward, hurtling toward the benefit in a heady blur of emails and texts, of days and nights, of sex and sleepovers, of dinners and drinks, and time…so much time together and so much desire for more time.
Tonight was the next big step.
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 4:58 PM
subject: I’m so not nervous at all.
You swear they don’t bite? I ask because, well, you bite.
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:05 PM
subject: You have nothing to be nervous about.
My brothers better not bite you. As for Shannon, I make no promises.
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:17 PM
subject: Dress code?
What are you wearing?
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:22 PM
subject: The usual.
Pants, shirt, tie.
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:35 PM
subject: Now you’re turning me on.
I’ll wear a dress. You’re shocked, I know.
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:37 PM
subject: On a scale of 1–10…
How turned on?
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:41 PM
subject: Zero.
Now I’m nervous again. I need to go get ready. Jumping in the shower. See you soon.
from: [email protected]
date: July 25, 5:42 PM
subject: Breathe easy, beautiful.
They will adore you.
* * *
She was ready.
After her pulse had slowed to a normal level, and her rapid breathing settled. After she gave herself more pep talks than she had ever needed when pitching to investors or proposing media companies use her compression services. And after taking more deep breaths than she’d ever required before walking into a billionaire’s office with her head held high and asking him or her to generously support a cause.
She’d handled those situations without batting an eyelash.
But meeting the people who Ryan cared about most was new to her. She had no clue what to expect as she headed into the Chandelier Bar in the middle of the Cosmopolitan Hotel. Two-story strands of crystals spilled from the ceiling, enrobing nearly the entire establishment. Faint purple lights cast pretty streaks across the bar.
She was decked out in a simple red linen dress with a hip-hugging pencil skirt and a strappy bodice. White piping lined the neck and the hem, giving the dress the retro look she embraced. Her earrings matched, and her lipstick was red and neat.
She’d only checked twenty times on the way from her building to the nearby hotel.
The dark-haired Shannon arrived first with her husband and immediately wrapped Sophie in a big hug. Well, it was a little hug, because Shannon was a pipsqueak.
After the embrace and hellos, Sophie placed her palms together as if in prayer and pleaded, “Will you please tell me everything you have in store for the Dance All Night reunion special? I promise I’ll be your best friend forever if you do.”
Shannon eyed Ryan approvingly and squeezed Sophie’s shoulder. “I like her. Keep her around.”
“The big secret is…she’s bringing me on the show. I have all the moves,” her husband Brent said, adding a gyration of his hips like a stripper.
Shannon rolled her eyes. “You wish.”
“Hey! I know you!” Sophie said excitedly, pointing at Brent. He was tall, sturdy, and had sparkling brown eyes. “Your late-night show was the best. And King Schmuck cracked me up on many occasions.”
Brent nodded at Shannon. “What she said. I second it. I like you, too.”
Soon, Michael and Colin joined them, and Sophie understood what Ryan had meant by Michael’s intensity. He was like a sheepdog guarding the flock, even in the middle of a chichi Vegas bar. He had that ‘my-eyes-are-everywhere’ watchfulness in his cool blue gaze. His eyes were lighter than Ryan’s but his hair was darker, making for an interesting contrast. Colin was the laid-back one, easy-going, quick with a joke, and even able to hold his own among Brent, the former comedian, as well as two super protective older brothers. He had an infinity symbol tattoo on his wrist, with four interlocking circles in black ink, nearly the same shade as his hair.
Colin also was a kindred spirit, and as a venture capitalist he inhabited some of the same worlds Sophie had trafficked in. “I had my eye on your second round of funding for InCode several years ago,” he said. “I tried to get in on it, but it was too late.”
“Oh no! Shame on me then,” Sophie said, lightly smacking her own hand, admonishing herself.
“Yeah, it’s one of my greatest regrets in business. That was a hell of a sale you had.”
“Thank you,” she said with a wide smile.
“I’m looking at some startups that are playing in the same space. I’d love to get your thoughts sometime,” he added, taking a drink of what looked to be iced tea.
“I’d be delighted to talk shop. I haven’t had the chance in ages.”
“Then we’ll make it a date,” Colin said with a wink.
“Date?” Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow as he draped an arm around her.
She turned to look at him, and couldn’t resist planting a kiss on his cheek. “Just to talk numbers and other geeky things.”
Michael whistled under his breath. “And Ryan Sloan gets a kiss in public from the first girl he ever introduces us to,” he said, holding up his palm to high-five Shannon, then Colin. “I knew he liked her for real.”
Ryan made a pshaw sound, then must have decided to say screw it, because he grabbed Sophie, dipped her, and kissed her deeply in front of them all. The hooting and hollering intensified. The clapping grew sonic. When he pulled her up, she felt woozy and stunned, and she was sure her lipstick was smeared.
“And we have a winner,” Colin declared, smacking his glass lightly on the counter.
Winner. She felt like one tonight. Holy hell, did she ever.
She’d passed a big test.
* * *
“I told you they’d adore you. Every single one of them already texted to tell me how awesome you are. I’m going to keep you around,” he said, raining kisses on her cheeks, her shoulders, and her lips as they walked through the Cosmopolitan, his arm wrapped around her.
“You better,” she said with a murmur caused by him running a finger through her hair. “Because I think we’re already beyond our seventh date. And yes, I’m counting the weekend as more than one date.”
“I lost track of how many it is. I’m glad I lost track,” he said, as they left the hotel.
When the first blast of hot summer night air pelted them, she turned to him. “Where do you want to go now?”
“You’re five minutes away. I’m twenty minutes away. I took the initiative and already asked Colin to go let my dog out,” he answered with a wry smile.
“Ah, so you’re assuming I want you to come over?”
“I’m not assuming anything,” he said, gripping her shoulder. “It’s a fact. You want me over because you want what I’m going to give you.”
“What’s that?”
He stopped in his tracks there on the Strip. She stopped, too. Summer crowds of tourists thronged past them, cameras around necks, sneakers on feet, towering plastic drink holders in hand.
“My thank you for being so amazing with my family,” he said.
“It was easy. They’re wonderful.”
“You were nervous, but you did great. I want to show you how much it means to me that you met them.”
“You have a gift for me?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I have something I think you’ll like.”
She could hardly wait.
When they reached her home, he pushed her against the wall, fell to his knees, and wrapped her hands in his hair. She gasped, half surprised but all thrilled that he gave her free rein to touch his hair, to hold on hard, to dig her nails into his head the entire time he licked and kissed her until she came apart in his mouth.
It was one of the rare times he’d done that without binding her up at some point. She loved the momentary taste of freedom, the gift as he’d called it, but she also loved being bound to him.
When he stood up, she was still seeing stars, her body dizzy and drunk on his touch. She looped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “Let me do that to you,” she whispered. “Let me taste you. But I want you on top of me. I want to be under you.”
He ran his finger over her lips. “Fucking your mouth,” he murmured. His eyes blazed darkly, shining with intense desire as he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He set her down and unzipped her dress, then freed her breasts from her bra, leaving on only her shoes.
“Undress me now,” he told her.
Her skin sizzled with anticipation, with the thrill of having access to his body like this. She’d touched him before, plenty of times, but when it was all said and done, she’d spent more time with her hands tied than not, so having the chance to savor him was not one she wanted to miss. She unbuttoned his shirt, spreading her hands over the smooth, hard skin of his chest, then his arms. She moved to his belt buckle, heat tearing through her as she undid it. There was something so erotic about undoing a man’s leather belt. It was the moment before. It was the last second until his cock made its appearance, and so she savored the unfastening, knowing what was coming next.
Kneeling, she pushed his pants down over his hard ass, then his boxers, and drew a deep sigh of appreciation as his hard shaft greeted her, the head nearly bonking her nose.
He laughed lightly, as she flicked out her tongue to lick the head. She moaned instantly, savoring the taste of him.
“You said you wanted to be under me, Sophie,” he said firmly, reminding her.
“I know, but I just want to touch you for a minute. I hardly ever get to. Let me worship you,” she said, tugging his pants off the rest of the way as he quickly removed his shoes and socks. Starting at his calves, she kissed her way up his legs. Fingers, hands, tongue, lips. She traced him, brushed him, as she traveled along his strong body. She kissed his hipbone then rose up on her feet, crouching to press her lips to his belly. His stomach was so toned she could run the tip of her tongue through the grooves in his abs.
He groaned as she mapped his body with her mouth, grasping the back of her head, guiding her over him. She rose and licked his nipples, then bit each one. His cock jumped against her.
“Sophie,” he said, like a warning. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“I want to drive you crazy, Ryan,” she said as she returned to her knees, kissing his stomach as she whispered, “I want you to be mine.”
He gripped her head tighter. “I am yours. I swear.” He lifted her face so she looked up at him, meeting his eyes from the floor. His voice was barren, stripped down to pure need. “I can’t belong to anyone else now.”
She shook her head. “I can’t either,” she said, then wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, loving the silken feel of his steely length in her palm. Heat bloomed between her legs, and she felt a bead of her own wetness slide along her inner thigh. His eyes drifted down her body, settling on that slim strand of her own liquid arousal.
His voice sounded like thunder. “Get on your back now.”
She scrambled to the bed.
Chapter Thirty
Her neck was so long and inviting, like a swan, delicate yet strong as she stretched herself across the wine-red bedcover, inching herself along the sheets until she reached the top of the bed, resting her head on a pillow. She lifted her hands over her head, and wrapped her fingers around the white metal slats on her headboard.
Such a perfect pose for locking herself to the bed.
He followed her, stalking her. She was his prey. She wanted to be hunted. The notion that both of them craved the same things so fiercely set his blood on fire. He straddled her, moving up her body.
Until he reached that lovely neck. Such a vulnerable part of her, and yet she was allowing him to take control. Because she knew he’d never abuse it. Because she trusted him in bed, and she’d learned to trust him out of it, too.
She raised her arm, reaching for his dick. He shot out his hand, catching her wrist in his palm then moving her hand back to the post. He tsked her, placing his finger over her mouth.
“I’m going to feed you my cock.”
Her eyes widened with lust. His dick ached. He longed to shove his cock deep in her throat. “Open your mouth,” he said. She moaned and opened wide.
He jammed a palm against the wall, holding his dick in his other hand. He lowered the head between her lips. “Lick the tip. Lick it so I can see your tongue flick all over the head.”
She squirmed underneath him and did as told, her wicked tongue swirling in circles around the tip. He groaned, a deep, primal sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his body, of his desire, of his unabashed lust for this woman. For his woman. His gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, willing woman who would do anything. He wanted to give her everything. More pleasure than she’d ever had. More intensity than they’d ever experienced. He wanted to take her to new heights, to explore every inch of her body, to introduce her to extraordinary bliss. Unmitigated ecstasy.
She deserved it.
Because, fuck. Look at her. Look at those red, ripe lips waiting, eager, to take him in.
“More,” he said, low and husky, as he gave her his shaft. “I want to watch my dick disappear into your mouth.”
She sucked him in, wrapping those lips tight around his dick, and he moaned so loudly he was sure he just set a personal best.
If he kept those kind of records.
He groaned, and her eyes said give me more. “So fucking hot.” He already felt his brain starting to lose contact with language. His thoughts were turning guttural and base. They were consisting solely of verbs and curses and swears as he fed her his cock all the way to his balls. And holy fuck. She took it. She took him all the way like that. On her back. Mouth wide open. Her hands grasping the headboard. Her wicked, wild hips starting to arch up. His gaze drifted to her throat as he gave a deep, lingering thrust, watching her swallow him. He could see the outline of his dick in her throat.
One of the hottest sights ever in the whole damn universe.
He began to rock into her warm mouth to build up friction, taking it slow and steady, letting her handle this vulnerable pose. She handled it like a champ, her lips clamped tight around him, sucking hard and without mercy. His balls slapped against her chin as he picked up the pace. The more he thrust, the more she writhed under him. Oh God, he was going to implode. Pleasure crackled along his spine as his Sophie, his fucking classy, sophisticated, genius of a woman, sucked his dick so hard he was not only seeing stars clouding the edge of his vision, but he was watching planets fall out of orbit, galaxies crashing into each other.
“I want to come like this in you,” he gritted out. “Just like this.”
Her eyes lit up, giving him permission to flood her throat. But then, she gagged. Her eyes watered, and she choked.
Instantly, he yanked his dick out of her mouth and cupped the back of her head. She coughed lightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Shhh. Don’t be sorry. I was too rough. It’s too much.”
“No. I wanted it like that. I wanted you like that. I just…let me do it again.”
He shook his head. “Beautiful, I’m not going to die if I don’t come in your mouth right now.”
Then, with a sly quickness, she sneaked a hand between his legs and cupped his balls. She fondled them then met his eyes. The look in hers said she wanted something naughty. Something dirty. Something she’d never wanted before. “Let me lick them,” she whispered. “Let me lick them as you jerk off on my face.”
A storm of lust took hold of him.
He scrubbed his palm across his forehead.
He was speechless.
Just speechless from the filth coming from her mouth. Pure, beautiful filth. His dick answered her, twitching against her neck.
“Yes,” he said, returning to the same position, straddling her neck, only this time he lowered his balls to her lips. Her tongue greeted them, flicking over, sweeping across, then she grazed her teeth. A current surged inside him, and burned red hot as she sucked his balls all the way into her beautiful mouth.
Lord have mercy. He had never wanted a woman so much. He’d never needed to come so desperately.
He wrapped his hand around his dick like a glove, jerking it as she swirled her tongue, caressing and sucking at the same damn time. She had him all the way in, and the sight was so fucking hot, and his dick was so fucking hard, and his body was such a lightning rod, that he knew he’d be reaching the edge soon. She loved it, too, judging from the way her hips rocked against the mattress. She had one hand on his thigh, and he turned around to look at her legs and found her other hand sliding between her wet folds.
“You can’t wait, can you?” he said, but he wasn’t mad. He was fucking impressed with her sex drive, with her intensity, with her passion. Then both her hands were on his ass, and she was holding and squeezing his cheeks as he gripped his dick harder, his fist flying up and down as he fucked his hand. The head of his dick hovered over her face, near her hair. Her tongue worked its magic on his balls, and soon he felt that first tremor of a climax start to bear down on him.
Then, he felt something else.
Her finger.
Her goddamn index finger was under his balls, rubbing that spot.
That spot that could make a man beg for it. Hell, he was ready to beg as she stroked him between his balls and his ass. His spine ignited, and the start of an epic orgasm began to roll through him. And then all of a sudden, his vision turned white and silver, and unholy pleasure flooded his body as her finger slipped inside him. All the way. Hitting a part of him that had never been touched. He was sure he was going to pass out from the sheer intensity of this orgasm that wracked his body. His climax roared through him as he came all over her face, her hair, and her pillow.
He trembled. He could barely stop trembling. He couldn’t stop groaning. The panting was ceaseless. His palm was pressed hard against the wall. His eyes were squeezed shut.
Somehow, he finally opened them, came down from the sky, and moved off of her. “Did you just—”
She nodded, looking like a cat who’d eaten the canary.
“You actually put your finger in my ass?”
She nodded again, but her smile slipped away. “You didn’t like it?”
He laughed. He scoffed. He cursed. “Sophie, I’ve never come like that before. I just did not expect that.”
“I didn’t, either.”
He reached for her hand and pulled her up. “Time to wash up.” He led her to the bathroom, where she washed her hands, and he used a towel to clean up her forehead and her hair as best he could right now.
Then he washed his hands. He wasn’t sure why he was cleaning his. His hands hadn’t ventured in that forbidden zone tonight.
Not yet at least.
But they would. He turned off the faucet, wrapped his arms around her waist, and moved his mouth to her ear. He lowered a hand to her ass, cupping a cheek. “Where do you keep your lube?”
She met his reflection in the mirror. She didn’t speak at first, just stared back. “Are you going to do the same thing to me?”
He gripped her ass harder. “I want you to let me do more. I want you to let me put my dick in you.”
Her eyes sparkled in the glass. Her voice was low. “I’ve been hoping you would do that,” she said, as if it was a naughty admission, and she shivered against him, goose bumps rising on her skin.
His throat rumbled. “You beautiful, dirty woman,” he said in utter appreciation for her gorgeously depraved desires, which perfectly matched his.
“But I’ve never done it,” she said. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, either. It doesn’t have to hurt, but if you don’t want to, don’t worry, Sophie.”
She turned in his arms, facing him. “I want to do everything with you.” She held up a finger. “I just think a glass of wine would help.”
A grin spread across his face. “Wine is good. And massage oil?”
She tapped one of the drawers in her vanity. “It’s all in here. I bought it last week. Just in case.”
He groaned and grabbed her face. He pressed his nose against hers. Out of nowhere, the next words came out. “I’m crazy for you. And not because you bought lube and massage oil. Just because I’m crazy for you.”
Her smile was radiant. “I’m crazy for you, too.”
* * *
A glass of white wine later, along with some soft music and Ryan’s hands all over her back, shoulders, and neck, and Sophie was wholly relaxed. His touch made her moan softly, and breathe deeply, and move in synch with his strong hands. He rubbed the oil on her shoulders, down her spine, and along her arms.
“What if you slip off me? What if I’m too slippery now?”
He laughed softly and leaned in closer to her ear. “I promise I won’t let you escape, my little eel.”
She laughed, too, and he continued to work his way down her body. He massaged the top of her cheeks, and she wriggled as the pressure sent sparks through her body, settling between her legs, beating a pulse in her very wet, very hot center. He parted her legs more, widening the space between them, and working his fingers lower on her bottom.
She tensed briefly, unsure how this would feel. But then she remembered the time at his house when he’d slid a finger inside her ass and she’d wanted to sing hallelujah.
She raised her ass for him.
“Yeah,” he said, all slow and sexy. “Like that, beautiful. Give yourself to me.”
She lifted herself higher, and turned her face to the side, watching him as he reached for the lube on the towel he’d spread out across the cover. He squirted some onto his fingers then returned to her rear. He slid his fingers between her cheeks and pressed lightly against her entrance. She breathed softly, letting the air spread through her lungs.
He rubbed his fingertip in circles, and soon she moved in time with his finger, circling her hips, inviting him to penetrate her. He slipped the finger past her entrance, and waited, letting her adjust, then slid it all the way in. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.
“How am I going to fit you?” she asked, a fleet of nerves briefly reappearing.
“Lube. Lots of lube. And lots of preparation,” he said, as he continued to work his finger inside her. She squirmed as he pushed, then he added another finger, and soon she was panting, and her clit was aching, and whatever he was doing to her ass was turning her on. Wildly.
“Oh God,” she said, as a spark zipped through her.
“You like it?”
She nodded. “I do. You’re doing it so good,” she said, as she rocked her rear back into him. The pressure added to the pleasure. The new sensations of all those fingers inside her sent a wave of heat through her body, settling in her pussy. She rocked back into his hand, craving being filled in both ways. Barely aware of what her body was urging her to do, she started rubbing her pelvis against the bed, desperate for attention in her sex.
Within seconds, he looped his free hand around her thigh, hitching her leg up on the bed, giving him access to her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then a long, low, purr of pleasure as he stroked her hard clit with one hand, while filling her ass with fingers from the other. The double wave of sensations blasted through her core, like a tornado of lust whirling through her. Some deep and primitive part of her gave herself over to this animalistic moment, to this basest of carnal wishes.
She whispered his name. It sounded like pure sex on her tongue, even to her own ears.
“I’m ready,” she murmured, then she rose on her elbows and her knees, lifting her ass for him.
Waiting.
He let his fingers slip out of her, and away from her. She inhaled. It was going to happen. She was going to give up a part of herself to him, only him. He was the only man she could ever imagine having in her like this.
But he didn’t take her that way.
Instead, he moved next to her, lying on his back. He tapped her leg.
“Straddle me,” he said softly.
“What?”
His command didn’t compute.
“You’re on top,” he added.
“But,” she said. “Don’t you want it from behind? I thought that’s how…”
Guys liked it.
“Yeah, I want it that way. I want to fuck your pretty little ass while I watch my cock slide in and out of that tight hole. I want to get you off with my fingers on and in your pussy, and my dick in your ass. And then when you climax so hard you see stars, I want to pull out and paint your body with my come. All over your gorgeous fucking back,” he said, his words as dirty as they’d ever been, and she turned wetter and hotter with the image of jets of his hot, white semen marking her spine. Then he clasped a hand around her hips, and tenderly pulled her closer to him. “But I want it to feel amazing for you first. And it’ll be better for you if you can control it. If you can ride me. If you can set the pace. We’ll get there. But the first time needs to be fantastic for the woman I’m crazy for.”
She swallowed and took a deep breath, his sweet dirtiness rushing over her. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her overactive heart. How could she be so turned on, so aroused, so ready to do something thoroughly forbidden and also feel on the cusp of falling deeply?
She had no rational answer. So she listened to her body, and she positioned herself over him. He shook his head, and whispered, “Not yet.”
She furrowed her brow.
“I told you I’d get you there,” he said as he brought the hand that hadn’t touched her rear back between her legs, rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves once again.
“Oh God,” she said, closing her eyes and running her hands through her hair.
“Remember the night I met you?” he asked as he stroked her clit, setting off fire after fire inside her, like sparklers on the fourth of July.
She nodded on a pant.
“Even then, before you even knew my name, I made you come like this.” He circled her clit, sending waves of intense bliss through her body. She shuddered. “I didn’t even touch your flesh, Sophie. I made you come through your panties, and it was fucking beautiful,” he said in a husky, smoky voice that brought back all her memories of the way he’d owned her body before she knew who he was.
“It felt so good,” she said breathily as she opened her eyes. “Just like it does now.”
He pinned his gaze on her, holding her captive as he fingered her clit, rubbing up and down in a blur as she rocked into him, wetness spreading to her already slick folds. “Your pussy is like paradise to me. I want you to feel like you’re in heaven every time.”
“I do, Ryan. I do.”
“And this time, beautiful—this time you’re going to ride me,” he said softly, slowing the pace on her clit to a lingering, lazy speed, taking her step by step to the next event. Moving a hand to her hip, he lowered her center to his hard cock. She gasped in pleasure as he ran the head through her slickness. “Just giving him a little natural assistance,” he said with a wink, then reached once again for the bottle of lube. “Do you want to put it on me?” he asked, handing her the bottle.
“Yes. I love touching you. Any chance I get to touch you I’ll take.”
“Touch me,” he said, and she shivered from the sexy sound of his voice, the sheer honesty of his lust.
She poured some into her palm, then rubbed it over his shaft, from the head to the base and back. She set the bottle down, wiped her hands, and gazed at him. He rubbed himself across her pussy before traveling further. To her ass. He pressed the head against her, and she closed her eyes.
