Lover (Court University 4)

My lips wet, definitely hearing her, and I saw what she said too. Ramses did like to please, to the point where I’d seen life make him unhappy. That was something he’d told me firsthand he’d been trying to correct.

“Can I ask you something, Bri?”

I looked at December, and for the first time, she wasn’t smiling. She’d gotten intense, too, serious.

“Are you invested?” she asked, then lifted her hand. “What I mean to say is, are you completely about him, too? I wouldn’t be a good friend unless I asked.” She swung a glance his way again. “I just worry about him. He’s had some crap in his life. Some crappy people. At least, recently.”

Recently?

She wet her lips. “He deserves all in. And like I said, he really likes you.”

I really liked him too.

That was what scared me.

“I like him too,” I almost whispered the words, haunted by them. “So much.”

The words instantly brought a smile on December’s face, but it couldn’t completely form on mine. How much I cared about Ramses wasn’t the problem. That’d never been the problem. My heart had been invested before I’d even really known it. It’d been

my brain and everything else that’d been the problem.

December hugged her arms. “I’m happy for you two,” she said. “Arizona deserves happy.”

He did, so much.

I just worried if he’d ever be able to find that happiness with me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ramses

I watched my dick disappear in and out of Brielle’s mouth, my girlfriend on her knees in my shower.

And what a fucking vision.

She’d asked to do this, God love her. I never made women give me head. Though, I loved it as much as tasting pussy. I never wanted to overwhelm them and had a time or two. They’d get all embarrassed about not being able to fit me all in, which made me feel like fucking shit because I used to ask. That was a big part of the reason I’d taken up eating pussy, no pressure there, and I’d gotten fucking great at it.

Little did I know how addicted it’d get me, and I’d forgotten about that sexual pleasure when it came to me. Well, I hadn’t forgotten. I was a fucking dude, but yeah, I’d learned to live without.

Brielle was making me a very greedy man, her head bobbing, her mouth filled with cock. The sight was enough to make me bust a nut right there, but I resisted.

Her tits soaked to the nipples under the shower, dark peaks angling down, flesh heavy. Her hair a dark veil behind her, she stared up at me with curled lashes framing her eyes, and I grunted, physically rejecting the urge to come. It struck a burn into my legs, which had them shaking, muscles locked and tense.

But then her throat opened up.

I hit the back with ease, her lips touching the base of my cock. The fact she could even do that blew my fucking mind, and it hadn’t been the first time. Brielle took whatever I gave her, accepted whatever I had for her, and as she fisted my balls, I drilled into her in return. She didn’t like me holding back.

So, I didn’t.

I growled as I jutted my hips, making her gag at every thrust. I tugged her head back, making her look at me while I fucked her mouth, and that only made her moan.

She blinked beneath the shower’s current, running her hands down my thighs until she found and squeezed my ass. She still liked ass, in and out over me. It was enough to make me spill down her throat.

But as stated, she’d created a very greedy man.

I needed inside her, and I eased her off me until she stood. Flushed, ready, she panted with her wet hair coiled tight in my fist.

I forced her mouth on me, fused and tasted her lips under warm jets. The multiple shower heads had her drenched, both of us.