by Amo Jones
“You still not a morning person?”
His dimples went on display under his arm and my heart fluttered again. In one swift movement, he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me on top so I was straddling him. With his head cocked slightly, his eyes devoured me. “You’re still the hottest chick I have ever seen. You know that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my brows slanting slightly.
He laughed. “Stop thinking into my words, Bry. Take the compliment and shut the fuck up.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know you’ve been with supermodels, Ryker.” I went to swing my leg off him, only for the grip he had on my thighs to tighten, stopping any movement.
“Don’t think you’re getting away from me that easy. What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, I’ve seen the tabloids.”
“Princess, those tabloids are usually full of shit. Unless I was seen with a chick then it usually is what it is.”
I tried not to let that get to me, but truth be told, I did have a jealous side when it came to Ryker. So no, I didn’t want to hear about his activities. “That’s awesome, it really is, but I don’t want to hear about your sexcapades. Mmmkay? Unless you want to hear about mine?”
His eyes darkened, his expression changing. I pissed him off. Good.
“I’m kidding, Ryker. Aside from Todd, there were only three other men before him.”
“Who?” he asked, obviously shocked by my number. He kept his eyes on mine, with malice woven into his baby blues.
“I’m not telling,” I said, shaking my head with a smile.
His eyes narrowed. “How many times?”
“How many times what?”
“How many times did each asshole get to fuck you?”
“I don’t know. A couple were one-night stands. The other one I was sort of casually seeing, so a few times.”
His eyes flashed, and I was getting a little uncomfortable with where he was going with this conversation.
“How many times, Bry?” he muttered, flexing his jaw a few times, but his eyes remaining mischievous.
“I don’t know!” I threw my hands up, glancing at the wall briefly. “In the fifties maybe?”
His head jerked back and his face crumpled up in disgust. “What? In the fifties? How long were you seeing him?” It wasn’t the fifties; it was more like the hundreds, because not only was Jimmy a good lay, he was also a friend of mine. We kept things completely between the sheets and never made an issue of anything. There was a time when we went to his cottage that he had built by the lake and stayed there for summer break. So yeah, it was probably in the hundreds.
I looked down to Ryker and shrugged. “Um, I don’t know. Six months? We were friends throughout the whole thing, zero awkwardness and zero drama.”
The grip he had around my thighs tightened as his fingers drifted up to the apex of my legs and his thumb found my clit.
“Ryker,” I sighed, closing my eyes and ignoring the heat that was now pooling between my thighs. His hands stopped, sliding down to my hips and slowly guiding me backward, grinding me over his shaft. I whimpered, dropping down onto his chest. Everything south quivered by the little attention it received. One strong hand glided itself up my back, the sensation leaving tingles in its wake.
Yup, it was official, our sexual chemistry was still off-the-charts hot—not that I was second-guessing it before. His tongue slowly ran across his bottom lip before a smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, displaying one of his dimples. Jesus Christ.
“Ryker, you need to stop,” I whispered hoarsely, my body slowly grinding against his without my permission.
“You sure you want me to do that?” His voice dropped to a low husk, laced with need and want.
“Do what?” I asked, forgetting everything else that was running through my brain. The only thing I was absolutely fixed on was to keep doing this until I found the release I was desperately searching for.
His low chuckle vibrated my hands that were resting on his chest. “Didn’t think so.” He flipped me onto my back and I squealed in surprise, wrapping my fingers around his taut shoulders. He cocked a smile at me, licking his lip, his pierced tongue gliding across his lip ring, and I squirmed in my place. Slowly, he lifted my thigh to prop it against his hip while pressing his thickness against me. My eyes rolled back and my head caved the mattress. His other hand glided down my other thigh, so I widened them for him more, my grip on his shoulders tightening and my nails digging into his skin.
A hiss escaped his mouth at the same time his hips rolled into mine. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and his eyebrows drew together while his eyes penetrated mine. I ran my hands up to the back of his neck, my fingers intertwining into his disheveled hair. He smiled, lowering his body down until I felt his wet tongue slip out across the flesh of my neck. He moved down lower, lifting my shirt on his travels as his hand slipped under my shirt, pulling my nipples between his fingers.
His tongue continued its travel down my body until he was hovering above my waist. I propped myself onto my elbows as he hooked his fingers under the band of my silky boy shorts and flung them off, hitting the floor. I swallowed, about to open my mouth and ask if this was a good idea, around the same time his mouth covered my clit. My head flung backward, my back hitting the bed as my knees rose up and my legs widened, giving him more access. “Holy shit,” I whispered.
A guttural groan vibrated against my clit and my hips shifted to grind against his mouth. I just let him punch his first ticket, and there wasn’t one part of me that wanted a refund.
His tongue dove into my entrance in massaging swipes against my g-spot, the need to come overwhelming me, so I intensified my grinding. I can’t remember the last time someone had gone down on me; it was before Todd though. Twisting my fingers into his hair, he dropped his tongue back to my clit and continued the same taunting motion of suck and lick. My thighs tightened and my core ached for its release. He slowly ran his tongue up my slit, pressing on my clit with forceful swipes, and I lost it. My thighs quivered as my orgasm rippled through me, sending shivers of euphoria in their wake. My eyes peeled open slowly to Ryker’s smug face hovering above mine, his muscle-laced arms on either sides of my head.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes, sweat glistening over my forehead.
“The way you come for me still drives me crazy.”
I ran my hand over his chest and down his arms. “I made this too easy for you.”
“Mmm,” he groaned, dropping his mouth to my ear and pulling my lobe between his teeth. “You always were a slave to my tongue.”
His dick pushed into my groin with force before he jackknifed up off the bed.
I propped myself back onto my elbows and cocked a brow at him. “What? No favor returned?”
He laughed, pulling on his jeans but keeping them unbuttoned, the bulge that had molded in the front holding them up. I swallowed, my throat suddenly feeling parched.
“I promised I’d take it slow. Even if you are trying to constantly jump me…” he answered, his smirk deepening. My eyes narrowed as I fisted one of the pillows in my hand and threw it across the room. He ducked just in time, a deep chuckle coming from his chest, before walking toward the bed and bending down, kissing me on my head. “I’ll go get started on breakfast.”
“Hey!” I called out, just before he hit the door. “I still want my onion rings deep fried with sweet and sour sauce.”
He laughed, winking at me before walking out. My back hit the bed with my hair sprawling out everywhere. “Shit,” I mumbled to myself. I needed to pull in whatever it was my mind was going through right now. Shaking my head, I wrapped the sheet around myself and headed for a shower. Hopefully fighting with the shower will distract my mind from being disappointed in myself for giving in too soon.
My arm was slung over Bryleigh’s seat with her next to me, and a glass in my other hand, as we watched Phoebe bossing her drivers around at the starting line of the circuit
.
Ryder chuckled, lifting his drink to his mouth. “I feel sorry for her drivers.”
“You? You’re not the one who was on the receiving end of her right hook!” Rellik argued beside me.
We all laughed, and Bryleigh smiled at him. “Did you deserve it?”
Rellik’s grin simmered. “Yeah, yeah, I sorta did.” Sort of? The guy well and truly fucked over one of Pheobe’s friends. He more that deserved it.
Phoebe hosted these races once a month now, because she was getting so much interest. Once every three months was accumulating too many people in one place, so she spread them out monthly, so the bidders could decide which month they were coming to.
Indie sat down beside Bryleigh, placing her handbag on the table. “It’s packed out here, but inside is even worse. There’s so many people here. I had no idea.”
Bryleigh nodded, picking up her glass and looking toward Phoebe. “You couldn’t have picked a better girl, Ryder.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Bry.”
Hands went around my eyes, shutting off my vision, and Rellik chuckled beside me. I reached up to the hands around the same time the sweet, familiar perfume engulfed me, and the same hot, sensual voice slipped over my ear. “Ah, ah, baby. You know how I like to play.” I couldn’t help it; I smiled, because I knew it was Mia.
I tsked at her. “Then you remember just how I finish it.” I gripped her little hands, taking them off me, and stood from my chair to pull her in for a hug. Mia was one of Phoebe’s racers. Phoebe had a racer from each country, and each state in that country, but Mia? She was from New Zealand, so she represented the entire country. I didn’t know much about the place, but I knew it didn’t have states; it was that small. I made the mistake of asking her if it was a state of Australia, and the girl busted my balls for that. How she busted them was a completely different story.
Mia and I messed around for a bit, a lot a bit. Whenever she was back for a race. So I guessed it was natural she approached me the way she did. I forgot Bryleigh was there for a moment, and when I looked down to her, I pushed Mia out of my grip discreetly. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath, when I took in Bryleigh’s face. Hurt? Nah, Bryleigh doesn’t get hurt; she just gets even. We’re both as fucked up as each other.
Bryleigh stood from her chair, her hand stretched out. “Hi, I’m Bryleigh.”
Mia looked at her hand then looked back to me. I could see the exact moment the wheels started turning in her head. Her eyes widened and she smiled. “I’m Mia!” She smiled politely at Bryleigh. Thank fuck Mia was a good chick. Bryleigh nodded her head and gestured toward the empty seat next to Indie. “You wanna sit?”
Mia shook her head. “Sorry, I gotta head out before Phoebe discovers I’m not there and unleashes her flying monkeys on me.”
“Oh.” Bryleigh’s eyebrows quirked. “You’re a racer?”
Mia nodded, and I shuffled in my spot uncomfortably. I looked down to Rellik, Ryder, Leo, and Tommy, all of them holding in their laughter. Fuckers.
“I am. I better get going. It was nice to meet you,” Mia said to her, before turning to face me. Her eyebrows shot up as a smirk came onto her mouth. I smiled back. “Try not to fuck things up, yeah?”
I laughed, looking back to Bryleigh and seeing her perfect eyebrow arch. My laughter stopped abruptly. “Yeah, yes. I’ll try,” I replied, before Mia walked back toward the circuit, which wasn’t far from where we were sitting.
Outside, it was laid out like a horse race track. You had tables and seats scattered around where the circuit started, and then it went through the forest and around the lake. We couldn’t see from here. It was what the big LCD televisions scattered around the place were for, which were all hooked up to the girls’ GoPros. It was laid out perfectly, a breeding ground for the rich and famous. I took an uncomfortable seat back down, eyes narrowed on Bryleigh sipping her drink around a smile. I’m fucked with this chick. It was why we always worked, because she matched my crazy, but it was also why we were explosive when we argued though.
Indie bent over the table, her red hair sprawling over her shoulders. “Geeez, Bry, what do you say when we get back to The Hills, we call up Jimmy?”
My eyes narrowed on Indie before looking back to Bryleigh, who was smirking. My knee started to jiggle from frustration, and Rellik chuckled beside me.
“Remember him, right?” Indie continued, and I forgot how fucking annoying she was. “Your other BFF who used to fuck you senseless. He even gave me orgasms through your bedroom walls. Damn, that boy worked you good every time.” Indie sat back, a look of triumph beaming from her smug fucking face.
Bryleigh choked on her drink, and my heart pounded viciously in my chest. My jaw was about to crack under the pressure, anger seeping through me. I was just about to throw down the gauntlet when Leo’s shocked voice came up from his position.
“Jesus, Indie. You still got a filthy mouth.”
“Of course, but you should see the things I can do with it.” She smirked around her straw before she threw her hands up quickly and corrected herself. “Ew! Not for you, obviously. That would be like incest. I’m talking, like, with other guys, who I never went to school with. Guys who race cars… or ride bikes,” she answered, waggling her eyebrows, and I shook my head. That girl was going to be more than a full-time job to any poor fucker who had the ‘privilege’ of settling down with her.
“I can almost guarantee that won’t be happening,” I all but growled in my spot, downing my drink before gripping Bryleigh’s hand. “Come on, princess,” I seethed. “Time to remind you who owns that sweet little pussy of yours.”
I pushed through the scattered chairs that were placed around the area, leading her toward the bar. Pushing open the doors, I continued to lead her to the stairs that would take us up to the stock rooms on the second level.
She laughed from behind me, squeezing my hand in hers. “Ryker? You don’t need to piss on me. I know. I remember.”
I ignored her, walking down the white walls that led to three rooms. When I reached the end, I pushed open the door I knew was where Phoebe kept extra electrical parts, before kicking it closed with my foot.
“Ryker?” Her voice sounded around the dark room. It was nearly pitch black, with a little light from the afternoon sun peering through the blinded windows.
I turned around, wrapping my hands around her upper thighs and pushing her back up against the wall. Her head fell back against it with a thud.
“See? You forgot I know everything about you,” I whispered into her ear, bringing my hand under her tight little denim shorts. “You forgot I know exactly what it is you need when someone’s deep inside you.” My fingers rubbed over her ass and under her panties. “What you need to make a mess all over my dick.”
Her mouth opened, forming a perfect O, and my cock pulsed against the zipper of my jeans. I chuckled, running my nose down the side of her neck and biting down onto her collarbone while unbuckling my belt. She started rubbing against me and I groaned, fighting to remain in control. Only when it came to her, there was no way I would ever be in control. I pushed my hands up under her top, pulling her white lace bra down, exposing her perfect pink nipples that sat on the most perfect tits I had ever laid eyes on. Damn, she’d filled out real fucking good.
“You’re mine, Bryliegh, always have been and always fucking will be. Don’t test me, because you will be the one who fails.” I dropped my mouth down, running my tongue in light circles around her perky nipple, sucking it into my mouth and bringing my hand up to her other one, pinching it between my fingers. “Fuck,” I growled. Her hands came down to her shorts as she started fiddling with the button to remove them. I set her legs down, tearing her shorts off in record time. Pulling out my wallet, I snatched out the condom that was in there for emergency-only cases.
“Really?” she said flatly, her eyebrow cocked.
“What?” I whispered to her, my eyes hooded as I pulled my jeans and briefs down until my cock was freed. Ro
lling on the condom, she giggled.
“Did you really just pull a condom out of your wallet? What are you? Fifteen.”
My mouth snapped shut, the condom securely in place. Her mouth paused and her throat bobbed from swallowing. She stepped back until she collided with the wall and I cocked my head, gripping onto her thighs and lifting her over me, so her entrance was hovering over my dick.
“What I am…” I started, looking up into her eyes, “…is about to fuck you. Hard.” I lowered her body down onto me as her tight pussy clenched around my cock. She moaned loudly, and I slammed my hand over her mouth forcefully. I smirked as she successfully took me in, and her eyes narrowed on me. It looked cute under my fully inked hand.
Once she was secure, I pulled out and slammed into her again. I forgot what sex felt like with her. She squeezed me, suffocating my every pull while her arms wrapped around my neck. I thrust into her harder, riding her pussy until her back was grinding up against the wall and our bodies were slick with sweat. “You gunna be quiet?” I asked and she nodded. Dropping my hand from her mouth, I took her ass in my hands, running my other up her front toward her tits. I squeezed on her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and continued to pound into her.
Her body tensed again, another moan escaping her sweet lips. I moved my hand down between us, pressing my thumb over her clit with pressure on her pelvic bone and getting a tighter grip around her with my other hand.
“Ryker,” she breathed out.
My lips dipped down to hers, savoring her sweet tongue with mine, all while pushing into her with hard, controlled thrusts. Her kisses became hungry as the sweat we had both created trickled from each other’s bodies. Releasing her clit, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. Her panting became more desperate, more needy. Speeding up my pace, I moved my head down to her nipple again, teasing it with my tongue while smiling up at her. I watched as she came undone all over me, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks burning red as that familiar wetness dripped all over my shaft. I smirked up at her, pushing my lips back onto hers, and hitched her up higher, pushing into her over and over until I reached my own undoing and let myself go.
