Creative Casanova: A Hero Club Novel

by K. Street

  Presley smelled like sun-drenched vanilla and Southern summer nights. The barest hint of chlorine still lingered on her skin from the pool.

  “God, what you do to me, Pres.”

  I skimmed my lips over her neck, across her jawline. When my mouth met hers, I kissed her slow and sensual before pulling back and slowly dragging my index finger to the valley between her breasts. My eyes took in her dusty-pink nipples, erect and begging to be touched.

  I dropped to my knees in front of her and then reached to caress her tits. Relishing the weight of them. How they filled my palms.

  So fucking perfect. Just like the rest of her.

  I flicked the tip of my tongue over one nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

  Presley moaned, arching her back, offering herself up to me.

  I sucked harder, all the while gently squeezing her other breast, rolling her pert nipple between my forefinger and thumb.

  Her hands dived into my hair. Fingers twined in the short locks, tugging at the roots as I nipped her sensitive flesh.

  “Ryder, God, that feels good.”

  “It’s only the beginning, baby,” I promised while raining kisses on her body. My focus shifted to her other breast, and I lavished it with attention before moving lower to trail my tongue over her birthmark. Then I blew across her skin eliciting a hum from her.

  “Hands on the bed,” I demanded. Gripping her thighs, I tugged her to the edge of the mattress.

  Goose bumps rose on her skin as I languidly skated the tips of my fingers down her silky legs and then back up again. Halting at her knees, I pushed them apart, leaving her exposed.

  I dipped a finger into her heat. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.”

  She moved against my hand.

  “Not yet, greedy girl. I need to taste you. Want to fuck you with my tongue.”

  “Please.”

  “You don’t have to beg, baby,” I spoke against her flesh, letting the warmth of my breath whisper over her bare skin. My eyes lifted to meet hers. “Lie back.”

  She tugged at her bottom lip and gave a slight shake of her head. “I …” She trailed off.

  “Don’t get shy on me, Presley. Tell me what you want.”

  “I-I want to watch.”

  Fuck me. And here I thought it wasn’t possible for my dick to get any harder.

  My gaze never left hers as I raised one of her legs over my shoulder. Then, I lowered my head and dragged my flattened tongue through her center.

  The moan that fell from her lips went straight to my cock.

  I braced her other leg on my opposite shoulder, grasped her thighs, and plunged my tongue inside her.

  Thrusting.

  In and out.

  In and out.

  “Ryder,” she mewled.

  I angled deeper, swirling my tongue, driving her closer to the edge.

  My cock painfully strained against my zipper, begging for release.

  I flicked the tip of my tongue over Presley’s clit.

  Faster and faster.

  She flattened her back against the mattress, body writhing as her orgasm took hold. Incoherent sounds filled the room as she came.

  My grip tightened, holding her in place while I feasted, slowing only when she began to come down from the high.

  I stood, taking in the bare beauty laid out on my bed.

  Presley looked at me, all glassy eyes and pink cheeks. “That was …” She trailed off, searching for the words.

  Nineteen

  Presley

  A low chuckle rumbled from Ryder’s throat. “That good, huh?”

  No. Not good.

  “Amazing.” The adjective didn’t do justice to his oral skills.

  I had forgotten just how insanely talented he was with his tongue since that night long ago. Though I supposed that wasn’t entirely true. Because no matter how angry or hurt I had been, Ryder DeLuca played the leading role in all my sexual fantasies. The harder I tried to picture someone else, anyone else, when I got myself off, it was Ryder’s face I saw. His body I imagined.

  On flattened palms, I pushed against the mattress and sat up, finding myself eye-level with Ryder’s abdomen. I trailed my nails over his carved muscles. Relishing the feel of him beneath my fingertips. I wanted him inside me. I needed it. I fumbled with the button of his cargo shorts. His massive bulge drew the fabric taut. The sound of the zipper lowering seemed to echo in the room.

  I glanced up to find Ryder closely watching me. Desire flared in his eyes.

  Slipping my hand into his boxers, I carefully eased the black cotton down enough to free his cock.

  A pearl of pre-cum sat on his tip. I licked my lips and then dipped my head, taking him into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  I grasped his balls and swirled my tongue around his head like he was my own personal lollipop.

  Ryder growled. He wound his fingers in my locks, fisting my hair. The sounds he made spurred me on.

  I hollowed out my cheeks and then bobbed up and down on his shaft, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth as I rolled his heavy balls in my palm.

  Ryder tightened his grip, gently tugging me back. “Presley.”

  I released him with a pop.

  “As much as I enjoy your lips wrapped around my dick, I want to bury myself inside you.”

  He bent low and captured my mouth in a kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. Tasting myself was erotic.

  Ryder stepped back and then shucked his shorts and boxers before moving over to his nightstand. He withdrew a box of unopened condoms, tore into the cardboard, and pulled out the long strip, tossing them on the bed.

  “Cocky much?” I grinned.

  He shot me a sexy smirk. “It’s only cocky if I can’t back it up.”

  My pussy grew even wetter at his words.

  Anticipation bloomed in my belly, and I eased up the mattress to the headboard. Reaching for the rubbers, I pulled one off as Ryder climbed onto the bed, standing on his knees before me.

  His long, heavy shaft jutted out. The head swollen and angry.

  I grasped the foil packet between my teeth, ripped it open, and sheathed his erection.

  A few beats passed while we held one another’s gaze. He trailed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, and then he leaned in, claiming my mouth. The back of my head pressed into the pillows. I gripped the hair at Ryder’s nape.

  Our tongues twined. Each of us battling for control. My legs circled his waist.

  Ryder broke the seal of our lips and then braced himself with one hand while he used his other to line up his cock with my entrance. He eased inside me achingly slow.

  My nails bit into his back as my pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

  “Baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He balanced his weight on his forearms and pushed the rest of the way in until he bottomed out, filling me, almost to the point of pain.

  I gasped at the intrusion.

  His face hovered above mine, concern arching his brow. “Pres? You okay?”

  “Yeah. I just need you to move.”

  Fire burned in his gorgeous eyes, changing them from their usual olive to a deep moss as he pulled almost all the way out before burying himself once again.

  He rocked into me.

  My legs tightened around him, and I shifted my hips, changing the angle to create friction against my clit.

  I needed more.

  As if he’d read my mind, he picked up speed, moving harder and faster.

  “Ryder. Oh God. I’m close.”

  He dived deeper, hitting my G-spot.

  Heat licked its way up my limbs as my climax took hold.

  “That’s it. Come for me, baby.”

  I cried out, shattering apart beneath him.

  Ryder picked up the pace, rocking into me faster and faster. Then, his whole body became rigid, and he growled his release, “Fuuuuck.”

  He dropped his forehead to mine.

  Our galloping hea
rts and shallow breaths were the only sounds in the room.

  Twenty

  Ryder

  The muted gray sheet hugged the swell of Presley’s breasts. Her dark hair cascaded across the pillowcase while she peacefully snored beside me. Morning light trickled through the blinds, catching the red undertones interspersed through her chestnut-brown hair.

  Quiet minutes passed as I studied her features. Memorizing every line and curve. Her round face and pink Cupid’s bow. The straight slope of her nose and the way it slightly turned up at the tip. Her cheeks were absent of the blush that often painted them. Presley possessed an understated, natural beauty. The kind that radiated from the inside out.

  She looked peaceful, lying in my bed. Like she belonged here next to me.

  Her long, thick lashes fluttered open. A lazy smile tugged the corners of her lips.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  “Morning.”

  “How do you feel? Are you sore?”

  She stretched her limbs, the blush I loved so much creeping into her cheeks. “A little. Nothing I can’t handle though.” Her smile spread, and then she arched a brow. “Were you watching me sleep?”

  “Maybe.”

  She reached for her glasses on the nightstand, slipped them on, and then shifted back to me. “That’s creepy.”

  “You’re so fucking pretty, Presley. Do you know that?”

  She made a sound somewhere between a giggle and a snort while she rolled her eyes. “That’s the sex goggles talking.”

  I ignored her self-deprecation and dragged the pad of my thumb along her cheek. “I want to sketch you.”

  “You want to what?” she gasped.

  “You heard me. I want to sketch you.”

  “Yep. Definitely the sex goggles.” She grinned and then added, “Flattery isn’t necessary, DeLuca. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a sure thing.”

  One of these days, she would see herself through my eyes. Until then, I’d just have to show her.

  “A sure thing, huh? Is that right?”

  “Uh-huh.” She leaned closer, bracing herself on her forearm. The movement caused the sheet to slip, revealing her perfect tits.

  In a flash, I had Presley on her back, arms pinned above her head. I lowered my head and then flicked my tongue over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

  Her hips bowed off the mattress as she let out a gasp.

  I wondered if I could make her come from this alone.

  Before I could find out, my phone vibrated from the nightstand.

  Reluctantly, I extricated my mouth from Presley’s breast, freed her wrists, and dropped my head onto her belly.

  “Damn it.” The words came out muffled against her skin. Then, I reached for my phone, tapped in my passcode, and read the text on the screen.

  “Is Zeke okay?” Concern laced her words.

  I tapped out a response and set my phone back on the nightstand.

  “He’s great. Kendall and Carter want to take the boys out to breakfast, and then they’re heading to the beach for a few hours.” I grasped Presley’s wrists and pinned them back above her head, like they had been moments ago. “That means”—I dropped a kiss along her jaw—“I’m going to”—I kissed my way down her neck—“have you for breakfast.” My lips moved lower. “After that, I’m going to feed you.” I glanced up, catching her gaze, and shot her a sexy smirk. “Then, we’re going to burn through the rest of those condoms.”

  Twenty-One

  Presley

  I circled my arms around Ryder’s neck as we stood on my porch. “Thanks for the ride.”

  A low chuckle vibrated his throat. “Pun intended?”

  I dropped my head against his chest. Both of us shook with laughter.

  “Oh my God.” My face flamed with embarrassment. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

  Ryder kissed the top of my head and then tipped my chin, bringing my gaze to meet his. He flashed me his panty-dropping smile, showing off his dimples.

  “You sure did. And you’re welcome.” He winked.

  I playfully poked him in the side.

  After we’d walked Turtle and eaten a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, Ryder had been true to his word. I was at the kitchen sink, elbow deep in warm, sudsy water, when he took me from behind. Kissing on the couch ended with me straddling his lap. Later, after we showered, he had me back in his bed, where he took his time slowly exploring every inch of my body. By the time all was said and done, we had burned through the condoms, and I’d lost track of the number of orgasms he had given me.

  Ryder cupped my cheek. “Last night … this morning … it was amazing, Pres.”

  “It really was,” I agreed.

  “I’m not just talking about the sex.”

  “Me neither.”

  Our gazes locked in a wordless conversation.

  He swept his mouth over mine, whispering a kiss against my lips.

  I slipped my hands from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, hugging him.

  He tightened his hold around me, dropping his chin to the top of my head. “I gotta go pick up Zeke. I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay.”

  Neither one of us made a move to disentangle our limbs.

  He brought his mouth back to mine, nipping my bottom lip and causing me to gasp. Ryder slipped his tongue inside, swirling it around mine.

  We lost ourselves in the kiss. So caught up in the moment and each other that everything else faded away. At least until a low whistle brought us back to reality.

  We broke apart, our attention shifting to an elderly couple on the sidewalk.

  The gentleman fixed his eyes on Ryder. “Might want to take that inside, son. It’s broad daylight on a Sunday afternoon.”

  Ryder lifted his hand in greeting. “Good afternoon, Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller.”

  Mrs. Miller elbowed her husband in the ribs. “Hush, Hugh. Leave them kids alone.” She focused on us. “Don’t mind him, dears. We were young once too.”

  “Listen, woman. I’ve still got it.” Mr. Miller gave his wife a pointed look.

  Mrs. Miller put her hands on her hips. “Yeah? You just forgot what to do with it.”

  Ryder and I both snickered.

  The old man harrumphed. “How about I take you home and show you?”

  “Is that a threat?” she asked her husband.

  “It’s a promise, woman.” Hugh slipped an arm around his wife and pinched her backside.

  “Hugh!”

  Mr. Miller shrugged. “You’re right, Loretta. We should let these kids be. Come on. Let’s go home.”

  From where I stood, I could almost see the gleam in Mr. Miller’s eyes.

  The old couple waved and then continued on their merry way.

  I couldn’t help but giggle. “What in the world was that?”

  “I’m not sure I want to know.” Ryder’s chest vibrated with laughter.

  “You’d better go. Zeke is waiting.”

  Ryder looked at his watch and then tossed me a grin. “I could make time for a quickie.”

  I playfully pushed on his chest. “You’re awful. And I’m exhausted.” I wasn’t just a little sore; it was more like a lot, but I kept that fact to myself.

  A look of satisfaction flitted over his features. “Take a hot bath and then go lie down for a little while. I’ll call you later.”

  A bath sounded like heaven.

  “I just might do that.”

  Ryder kissed me once again and then turned to leave.

  I went inside, closed the door, and headed to the master bathroom.

  Once inside, I turned on the water, plugged the drain, and then squirted in some eucalyptus-and-mint bubble bath before I stripped out of my clothes.

  While I waited for the tub to fill, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and regarded my naked reflection, hardly able to recognize the woman peering back at me.

  The sparkling eyes, perpetual s
mile, and glowing skin.

  Like a woman in love.

  A barely audible gasp fell from my lips.

  “I love him,” I told the four walls.

  I lifted trembling fingers to my lips.

  Half-dazed, I moved over to the tub, turned off the faucet, and stepped inside. The nearly too-warm water sloshed, and thousands of tiny bubbles shifted and popped as I settled in and stretched out my legs. Lying back, I rested my head on the jutted-out porcelain lip. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, woodsy scent permeating the air.

  The hot water began to work its magic, soothing the delicious ache in my muscles. An ache that only came from the kind of activity Ryder and I’d participated in over the last several hours. The man had positioned my body in ways I hadn’t known were possible. I was lost in him. In the way he looked at me. Ryder made me feel brave and beautiful. I liked who I was when I was with him.

  Now, I’d gone and fallen in love with him.

  And I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

  Twenty-Two

  Ryder

  “Hey, you missed a spot,” I told Presley in a teasing tone while I gestured to the truck’s rear wheel arch.

  She looked hot as hell in a two-piece bikini. Red top hugging the swell of her breasts. Black bottoms accentuated her sweet ass. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and she wore a red wrap with white polka dots tied around her head. She reminded me of a 1940s pinup girl.

  It had been a month since she and Kendall had lost the bet at the barbeque. Meanwhile, school had started, and with our busy schedules, this was the first weekend Presley and I were both free. With Zeke spending the night at Mimi’s, it was the perfect opportunity to collect payment.

  Presley stopped mid-scrub and glared at me through squinted eyes. “What was that?”

  “I said, you missed a spot.”

  “Is that so?” She dropped the sponge in the bucket with a plop and reached for the hose.

  I took a giant step back and held up my hands in surrender. “Pres, don’t go getting any ideas.”