by Lynn Burke
Desire blazed, and I arched my back, desperate for him to take more. While he lavished attention on my breasts, I wiggled my hips back and slipped a hand between us to unbutton his jeans. Unzipping proved more difficult in our position, but he tilted forward.
Blessed boxers.
I pulled him free through the front and ran my hand down his hard length.
“Fuck, Lia. We need to stop. I didn’t even hope enough to bring—”
Cupping his balls brought a hiss to his lips. No way in hell was I stopping. I glided my hand back up his shaft and smoothed my thumb across the bead of moisture at the top. He groaned as I palmed the head.
Fingers grasping my thighs, he pulled me toward him, and my clit brushed against his erection.
Shuddering, I whimpered his name.
He touched his forehead to mine. “We’ve got to stop. I don’t have a condom.”
“Gwen does.” I climbed off him, grabbed up my robe, and hurried into her room. Ryan followed on my heels.
Better than any sex shop, Gwen’s large bedside table offered a wide variety of protection—and toys enough to flush my face.
“Which do you want?” I asked, rifling through the drawer full of foil-wrapped condoms.
He reached around me and snatched a handful before scooping me up into his arms.
I squealed. “Put me down before you throw out your back.”
His hold tightened. “That your room across the hall?”
“Yes.”
He nudged my door in and kicked it shut behind him, leaving us in darkness. Loosening his grip, he lowered me to my feet and nuzzled my neck. “Turn on a light. I want to see you.”
Clutching my robe tight, I felt my way to the bureau where my favorite vanilla candle sat. I flicked my lighter, and flames licked the wick, casting shadows on my ceiling.
“Drop the robe and get on the bed.”
Ryan’s words sent a shot of lust through my body, and I obeyed, my heartbeat picking up speed.
His eyes devoured me as I walked past, muscles quivering. I sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back against the pillows, staring as he grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off over his head.
Holy shit, the man was ripped as hell.
Sometime during our move to the bedroom, he tucked himself back in the unbuttoned jeans slung low on his indented hips. He kicked off his shoes, and muscles flexed as he pushed the pants to his ankles.
My focus trailed down the ripples of his stomach, saliva pooling at the thought of running my tongue over every ridge and valley. A trail of dark hair disappeared underneath the band of his boxers.
Ryan climbed across the bed on all fours, hunger in his eyes. He grasped my ankle and pulled me flat on my back beneath him.
I grabbed his shoulders and tried to tug him down. He lowered nothing but his upper body and head to kiss me. Hot damn, he tasted like heaven. Sin…and mint. His woodsy scent clouded my senses. Needing him closer, I pushed against one of his knees with my foot.
Without a fight, he sank between my legs, our hips and chests pressed tight. We fit together in all the right places. Every angle, every curve.
Sighing into his mouth, I ran my hands up the muscles lining his spine and back down, tugging on his boxers.
He shimmied out of my grasp and moved downward, nibbling my neck and running his tongue across my breasts.
Even though he’d sent me soaring minutes earlier, I throbbed with need. “Please, Ryan.”
Reaching a hand under my knee, he lifted my leg higher and ground against me.
Damn boxers needed to disappear.
With a growl of frustration, I grabbed the band again and pushed, running my hands down his round cheeks. He chuckled and sat back, pulled them off his legs, and tossed them across the room.
Crawling back to his knees between my thighs, he ripped a condom packet open with his teeth.
My gaze traveled down his naked body, to the thick, twitching shaft…so close. I pressed upward on my elbows as he took his time rolling on the condom.
Come on, already.
His brow rose as though he heard my thought and, finished sheathing himself, he placed a hand against my chest, pressing me back to the mattress. His fingers trailed up over my knees and thighs.
I raised my hips toward him in invitation.
One finger…only one damn finger slid through my folds, and I fisted my hands in the coverlet underneath me, whimpering.
“So ready for me.”
“Yes” I gasped, reaching for him.
He descended so slowly I wanted to scream. Propped on his forearms, he captured my mouth.
Ryan
The little minx wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her luscious curves. I’d been riding the edge of bursting for over half an hour, so when she shifted her hips, putting me in line, I thrust forward without hesitation.
Swallowing her gasp, I cursed myself for forgetting it had been two years since she’d had sex. I started to lift off her, but she squeezed her legs tighter and dug her nails into my back.
The slight sting of pain tightened my balls, and I slammed back home, digging my toes into the mattress for leverage.
Mine.
The word resonating between my ears scared the ever loving shit out of me, but it felt…right.
I pulled back and drove forward into her wet embrace, branding her lips with my own.
Reaching between us, I stroked my thumb across her and slid to the hilt once more.
Lia writhed beneath me, moaning and clutching to me as though I held the tether to her soul.
An overwhelming urge to give up the fight slammed into me. “Fuck. I can’t hold out…” I slipped my fingers on either side of her swollen clit and pinched. “Come with me, Lia.”
She gasped and shattered around me. Spurred on by her inner muscles clutching at my cock, I thrust harder, losing control to the tugging within me. Buried deep, I groaned, nudging with each spasm racking my body.
With jellied bones, I collapsed, nuzzling my face into her neck. “Fuck me.”
She giggled.
Usually one to roll away when finished with a woman, I snuggled closer, needing our racing hearts to slow together. “You know you’re stuck now.”
“Why’s that?” Sexy as hell, her voice made my cock twitch inside her.
“Cuz I can’t move.”
“Feels like something is moving.”
“Yeah.” I nibbled her neck. “Old Boy has a mind of his own.”
Her laughter jostled me, but I burrowed my face deeper, sniffing her soft skin.
“Old Boy.” She snorted, and I made a noise of agreement.
My cock twitched again, swelling within her. Guess he thought moving was a good idea.
Lifting my head, I peered down at her. Contentment and happiness replaced the pain and suffering within her eyes. Satisfaction brought a grin to my lips.
Her fingers trailed up my spine, and a deep sigh shuddered past lips swollen from my feasting.
I tilted my hips forward, and her eyes widened. “Seriously? Already?”
“Unless you’d rather wait. We’ve got all night.” I pulled back and eased my stiff cock back inside her. “Hell, I’ve got nothing planned for the next week or so.”
Cheeks flushed, she smiled, knifing my heart with a feeling that no longer scared me. “Next week or so, huh?”
I thrust, grinding my pelvic bone against her.
Gasping, she tightened her thighs around my waist. “Sounds like heaven to me.”
I couldn’t agree more.
The End
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