Wildcard: Volume Three

“Oh,” I gasp as he lifts me above his shoulders so I’m sitting on his face.

“This is why I didn’t order dessert,” he smirks, winking at me. I laugh, holding my palms flat against the wall behind him. His tongue slides inside me, sending my body into a frenzy.

Good god he knows how to work that tongue.

His arms loop around my thighs, holding the hem of my dress up, as his eyes lock on mine. I gasp. My legs are shaking, and I fall further onto his mouth. Somehow, he manages a smile and I giggle.

“Take this off,” he orders, flicking the skirt of my dress. I oblige, peeling it over my head and discarding it on the floor. “No bra? You naughty girl,” he murmurs, though it’s hard to understand him with a mouthful of my pussy.

“God, harder,” I demand, closing my eyes. His tongue is making me ache. I’m so close to climaxing, but I’m distracted by the fact that I’m trying not to suffocate the poor guy. In the end, I don’t care anymore. I grab a fistful of his hair and hold him as close to me as I can, while my other hand continues to support the wall.

“Oh! Oh yes,” I howl, riding his tongue. I can’t take it, yet I need more and it’s driving me insane. “Stop,” I beg, pulling away from him. He holds me in place for a moment too long, the sensation of his tongue on my clit unbearable.

He finally lets me go, and I fall into a heap beside him. He smiles and caresses my face, pressing his mouth against mine. I groan, tasting myself on his lips. It’s sweet, and strangely sexy and if I wasn’t completely fucked I’m sure it would be turning me on.

“I’m…” I sigh and don’t bother finishing my sentence.

“Speechless? In awe of my amazing talents?” he offers, a grin on those sexy lips. I roll my eyes and snuggle against him, loving the feel of his hands wrapped around my waist.

“You wish,” I grumble, unable to hide my smile.

I’m a hell of a lucky woman.

Chapter Five

Ryder

“For God’s sake, give me a fucking break,” I growl into the phone.

“Ryder Jonathan Stevens!”

I wince. Oh shit: Mum.

“Sorry, I thought you were Matt,” I say, my voice sheepish.

“That’s how you speak to your manager? I don’t know how he puts up with you. I thought I’d raised you better than that.” She’s upset, but I laugh.

She raised me just fine. It’s more the fact that I’ve been back in London for less than three hours and I’ve already had more than a dozen missed calls from Matt.

“What’s up, Mum?”

“I was hoping I’d get to see you soon. Why don’t you come around for dinner on Monday?” she asks.

“I can’t, Mum. Scarlett and Jake fly in at five. I have to pick them up.” She knows this, so I’m suspicious of her motive here.

“So bring them along,” she suggests, as though the idea just popped into her head. Bullshit.

“Fine,” I relent, because there is no way she’s going to give in before I do. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“Good,” she gushes. “I can’t wait.”

I groan, because I know this is all just a ploy for them to meet Scar and Jake. I’ve never taken a girl home to meet the parents. The thought makes me feel ill.

Hails is going to give me so much shit.

***

After I hang up, I call Matt. What the hell is so important that his finger has been on constant redial? I soon find out.