Sofie's Boys

by Jenika Snow

I slipped my hands up her sides, cupped her breasts, felt her hard little nipples pressing through the material of her shirt, and trailed my fingers up to cup the sides of her face. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, this hazy, drugged-out expression looking back at me. She was so damn beautiful when she was lost in pleasure.

  “Take it out, Ryker. Take out your cock and fuck me right here.”

  My heart was racing, my throat tight, and my palms sweating. I was trying to act like I was in control, but I finally just said fuck it.

  I had my hands between our bodies and was pulling down the zipper of my jeans, not even bothering with the button. I reached down and pulled my cock out, the fucker big and thick, long and rock-hard. Pre-cum lined the tip, my need for her so evident I probably could’ve gotten off just by staring at her.

  She leaned back slightly, as much as she could, given the fact that the steering wheel was behind her, and looked down at my cock in my hand.

  “You like seeing what you do to me?”

  She nodded.

  I started stroking myself from root to tip and back down, staring at her face, watching as her mouth parted, seeing the pleasure on her face as she stared at me jerking off. But I had to stop myself or I’d come, would end this before it really started.

  “Do you want this, baby?” She licked her lips, her gaze hazy as she breathed out her affirmation. “Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how bad you want my dick shoved so deep in your pussy you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.”

  Her breathing was fucking hard, her chest rising and falling, her breasts pressed against her T-shirt.

  “Why don’t you touch my pussy and see how wet I am to know how much I want it, how much I want you?”

  Christ.

  I let go of my cock and slammed my mouth on her, kissing her brutally. She had her hands between my legs and was the one stroking my shaft now, her fingers small and delicate, smooth and so unlike mine.

  I grabbed her bare ass, squeezing the supple, perfect flesh. “Place that pussy right over my cock. Slide that cunt on me, baby.”

  Sofie moved her hands from between our bodies and gripped my forearms, rocking back and forth on my cock. Fuck, she was so damn soaked. I ran my tongue along her lips, the small little gasp she gave me causing my cock to jerk. She tasted fucking good, incredible. Sofie rocked faster and harder, her pleasure evident on her face. All I could do was watch her, mesmerized by the sight of how good she looked as she tried to reach her pleasure, as she tried to get off.

  “Use me, baby.”

  “God, Ryker,” she moaned out as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, her body moving fluidly over me.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride that sweet little cunt on me. Make yourself come.” My voice was strained, thick and heavy with my own desire, my own need to come.

  She leaned in and placed her mouth on mine again, gasping and moaning, crying out. I knew she was close. I wanted her to use my body for her pleasure, to get off as she moved against me. My pleasure could wait. This was about her. This would always be about Sofie.

  She moved even faster then. I still had my hands on her ass, pulling her forward and pushing her back on my cock, over and over again.

  She opened her mouth with a cry, and I knew she was coming for me. I knew she was about to finally give me what I’d craved all fucking day.

  Her surrender.

  Chapter Eight

  Ryker

  To be honest, I didn’t have any fucking clue how we even found ourselves in my bedroom. Everything was a damn blur of ecstasy and hazy desire, my cock so hard the fucker felt like it was going to explode unless I came.

  Sofie was on the bed, naked, her legs spread, her dark hair fanned out over my pillow. Just like I imagined, just like I craved.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous.

  And so I stood there for long seconds, my cock in my hand, my focus trained on her pussy. I’d made sure to turn the lights on as soon as we’d gotten to the bedroom, because no way in hell was I going to have shadows concealing her from me.

  “Spread wider, baby,” I growled, the possessiveness in my voice evident.

  She braced her upper body on her elbows, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated as she stared at me.

  And then she spread for me, parted those creamy, perfect legs of hers, her feet flat on the bed, her pussy on full display.

  I was back to stroking my cock, moving the palm of my hand over the head, smearing the pre-cum around, using it for lubrication. I could hear how harsh my breathing was, and I was damn proud of myself for keeping it together as much as I was.

  Because what I wanted to do was mount her right here and now, shove my dick inside of her and fill her up with my cum, make her smell like me, and watch as it slipped out of her pussy and made a wet spot on the sheets underneath her.

  I lowered my head slightly but kept my gaze trained on her, knowing that I probably looked primal, unhinged. Hell, that’s how I felt.

  I took a step forward, and then another, and one more until I was right there on the edge of the mattress, the scent of her arousal slamming into me and pulling a groan from the center of my chest.

  “Reach down and pull your pussy lips apart. Let me see how pink your center is, Sofie.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

  The small sound that escaped her told me she was probably just as surprised by all of this is I was. But she listened so beautifully, sliding her hand down her flat belly, over her hipbones, and finally framing her pussy.

  She had her fingers on her lips, pulling the flesh apart, showing me exactly how pink she really was, how wet she was. Sofie was soaked, drenched. And it was all for me.

  As much as I wanted to eat her out, lap up her pussy juices, and make her get off against my mouth, I was too far gone for any of that.

  I had to have her right now.

  I crawled up on the bed, my hands on either side of her waist, my nails digging into the sheets. I looked down between her thighs, could see my cock pointing straight at her, thick and long, ready to fill her up. She went to touch me, but I made a gruff sound and shook my head.

  “Baby, if you touch me right now, I’m liable to come before I even get inside of you.” I trailed my gaze up her belly and over her ribs, staring at her perfect tits, marveling at the way her nipples were this rosy red color and so damn hard.

  I bet they were tight for me, begging for my mouth on them.

  Oh fuck it.

  I leaned down and sucked a tip into my mouth, moving my tongue around it, feeling it pucker even more. She moaned softly, thrusting her chest out as if she couldn’t stop herself, as if she were trying to get more of her breast against me.

  I cupped her other breast, moving my thumb along her nipple, pulling at it, tweaking it. I felt the heat of her pussy spear right to my cock, and I forced myself to pull back, her flesh popping free of my mouth. I looked down and saw how glossy her skin was, how red from my sucking. I positioned myself between her legs, grabbed the base of my cock, and stroked myself a few times, the tip pointed right at her pussy hole.

  The muscles in my abdomen were clenching and relaxing almost violently from how forcefully I was breathing, how hard I was trying to control myself. It was this never-ending battle inside me, as if there was this tug-of-war with reality and my desire whenever she was around.

  Even after all this time, it felt like I was giving her myself all over again, as if we were in the back of my car being awkward virgins as we figured out how to do all… this.

  Holding on to the base of my cock, I placed the tip right at her entrance, not pushing in despite the fact that I desperately wanted to. I looked at her face, her eyes wide, her mouth parted, and her cheeks pink. “Look at what I’m about to do.”

  She braced herself on her elbows and looked down the length of her body, right between her legs, right where I was positioned.

  “Watch, baby. I want you to see as I claim you.” Although this wasn’t our first time toget
her, it sure as fuck felt like it. It felt like it all the time. And having Sofie watch as I slid my dick into her tight pussy was such a fucking turn-on it took every ounce of self-control I had not to bust a load right in her belly.

  And then I slowly started pushing in as I stared at her face. She was so tight and hot, so wet that a groan came from me before I could stop it.

  “Fuck,” I breathed out. “That’s so fucking good.”

  Sofie moaned softly and nodded, lying back down and closing her eyes, lifting her hands and spearing her fingers in her hair, the pleasure on her face evident.

  “Ryker.” She cried out my name when I thrust fully into her, my shaft seated inside her tight cunt, my balls resting against her ass.

  We were both breathing hard, and I was frozen in place, letting her adjust to my size, to my penetration. I looked down between our bodies and pulled out slowly, watching as my dick was revealed inch by big inch, my cock glossy from her arousal, her pussy lips spread wide around my girth.

  I swore, the sight enough to have the cum nearly exploding out of me, about to fill her up completely.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed as she watched me, the blue irises seeming to almost glow.

  I curled my hands tightly around her waist now, stabilizing her, holding her still for what I was about to do.

  And that was exactly what we both wanted, what she’d asked for—to fuck her.

  I started thrusting in and out of her, slow and steady at first, but with each passing second, I increased my speed, pounding into her harder.

  Sweat started to immediately bead along the length of my spine and chest, and all I could do was focus on her, concentrate on the fact that my cock was tunneling in and out of her tight pussy, and listen to the sounds of her moaning and begging for more. It was a visual and auditory orgasm in itself, enough to make me nearly get off from that alone. But I wanted her to climax first. I wanted Sofie to cry out as she came. I wanted to hear her and feel her muscles clenching around my dick as she found her pleasure.

  “That’s it,” I grunted and thrust into her especially hard, hearing a high-pitched cry come from her, and knowing she wouldn’t last much longer. Neither would I.

  I kept staring at my cock as I thrust back into her. She was scorching hot, soaking wet, and all mine. Over and over, I pumped into her body, practically tasting her on my tongue, feeling that ecstasy start to settle at the base of my spine, the impending feeling of my orgasm approaching. I pulled out of her quickly, hearing her soft groan of disappointment, but not giving her a chance to ask why I’d stopped.

  I flipped her onto her belly in a matter of seconds, lifting her lower half up so she was forced to brace herself on her knees. With my hand on the center of her back, I kept her upper body pressed to the mattress. She was face down, ass up, and I was shoving back into her cunt with such force both of us gasped at the same time.

  Sofie had her head turned to the side, and I saw how her eyes were closed, her mouth parted as she panted in and out. She clutched the sheets, pulling at them as if she couldn’t control herself, as if she were trying to rip them from the very mattress.

  I slid my hands down her sides and curled them around the mounds of her ass, digging my fingers against the soft flesh, and then slightly pulling the cheeks apart. She was spread obscenely wide for me, her tiny little asshole on display, the pink perfection of her pussy stretched wide as I pumped in and out of her. I could’ve come from the sight alone—hell, I could have gotten off from the look on her face as she found her release.

  She had that kind of control over me.

  But I was holding myself back, waiting until she got off once more. And damn was it hard. It was almost painful not to just let go, to surrender.

  “I need you to come again for me, Sofie.” I managed to grit those words out, my voice hoarse, almost inhuman from the intensity.

  She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at me, this hazy, almost drugged-like expression on her face as she blinked, not saying anything but moaning continuously.

  “I’m there, Ryker,” she whispered, and then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to cry out silently.

  I felt her clamping down on my cock once more and knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold off again.

  I started fucking her hard and frantically then, rearing my hips back and slamming forward, my cock tunneling in and out of her perfection.

  And that’s what she was. Absolute. Fucking. Perfection.

  “I love you,” I whispered, fucking her, making love to my woman in the way we both desperately needed. I was addicted to her, devoted to her.

  She was it for me. The one.

  “I love you, Ryker,” she responded and closed her eyes again, moaning softly as I continued to claim her.

  I looked at her asshole, moved my hand closer, and started rubbing the little hole with my thumb.

  “Yes,” she said softly, and I snapped my gaze to her face. “More,” she begged.

  I took her like a madman, dipping my thumb into the tightness of her ass, feeling the ring of muscle open for me as the digit slid inside. And all the while, I kept pushing my shaft in and out of her. That tingling at the base of my spine encompassed my whole body now, and there was no way I could stop my orgasm from rushing to the surface.

  “I can’t hold back, baby.”

  “Then don’t,” she cried out.

  I pumped into her once, twice, and on the third thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, exploding inside of her body, filling her up with my seed. I made her take everything, every single last fucking drop. Sweat coated her body, a slight sheen of deliciousness I wanted to lick off. My tongue swelled at the very thought, and I could practically taste her salty sweetness on the tip of it.

  “Christ.” The lone word came from me before I could even try and stop it.

  I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, feeling my muscles grow tight as my orgasm continued to rush through me. It was never ending, this painful yet consuming pleasure that stole everything from me.

  And only when it started to fade, when the ecstasy lingered but made me sane once more, only then did I finally pull out of her, my semi-hard, damp cock slapping against my thigh, wet and hot from being deep inside Sofie.

  I kept her spread like that for a moment, my hands still on her ass, my focus trained on her pussy. I pulled my thumb from the tight ring of muscle in her bottom and parted my lips as I watched the thick ropes of my cum start to slowly slip out of her pussy, sliding down her slit and clit.

  God, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

  Giving her ass one firm smack, I watched the flesh shake from the force, saw the pink outline of my palm come into view. She collapsed on the mattress fully then, her body looking glossy from the perspiration that covered it, her breathing labored.

  I lay beside her, my cock spent as it rested on my thigh. Sleep sounded pretty fucking incredible right then, but I needed to hold her, needed to comfort her after what we’d just done.

  I needed that for myself too.

  And so I pulled her into my arms, shifting her until her chest was pressed to my side, her arm draped over my abdomen.

  “I love you,” she whispered, the sleepy tone of her voice telling me that my girl would soon crash. That had me smiling, knowing I was the cause of her exhaustion.

  “I love you too, Sofie,” I said and kissed the top of her head. “Get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

  I never was.

  Chapter Nine

  Ryker

  I lay on my back with one arm behind my head and my other wrapped around Sofie. I could hear her softly breathing, probably on the verge of sleeping, but she was fighting it, staying in this moment.

  Just like me.

  “You need to rest, baby.” My voice came out in a deep grumble, and she shifted against me. I looked down at her profile. Her nose was small, delicate, her lips full and red. Her cheeks were perfectly
arched.

  She tipped her head back and looked up at me, her eyes big, blue, gorgeous. I lifted my hand and cupped her face, just staring into her eyes, stroking my thumb along her cheekbone.

  “You’re perfect,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss her on the lips softly, gently. There was no need for anything sexual right now. All I wanted was to be with her, to live in this moment.

  “You give me too much credit,” she said in response and rested her head on my chest once more.

  We stayed silent for long minutes, and I stared at the clock across from the bed, watching the second hand move fluidly to each number.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  I let her question play between us for a few seconds, let it sink into my mind. I was always honest with her, and right now wouldn’t be any different.

  I cleared my throat and started to move my fingers up and down her arm, feeling goose bumps break out across her skin. “I’m thinking about you and Jareth together.” I felt her tense beside me.

  She looked up, her brows knitted in confusion. “You’re thinking about us together?”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “Not like that. You always have your mind in the gutter.” Although her expression relaxed, I could still see she was curious about what I’d said. “I just meant, I wonder how it is between you two. Is it like how it is with you and me?”

  She was silent, and I could see from her expression that she was trying to think of how to phrase it, how to even go about this conversation. “It’s not like how it is between you and me,” she finally said. She was looking at me, and I could see this was weird for her.

  “We don’t have to talk about it—”

  “No, it’s not that,” she finally said, and I reached out and took her hand in mine. “I just don’t know if this whole thing is weird for you.”

  “It’s not,” I said right away, meaning it. “I want to know, because it has to do with you, and anything that has to do with you is my priority.” She smiled so fucking sweetly at me, and I didn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing her. I had my hand cupped on her cheek, keeping her close as I devoured her mouth for a few seconds.