“Oh yeah. Don’t get me wrong. Clean-cut Knight Commander Ryan Foxheart is hot as shit, but Dirty Camp HaveHeart Ryan Foxheart is really my jam right now.”
“Dirty Camp HaveHeart Ryan Foxheart,” he repeated. “You capitalized that, didn’t you.”
I grinned up at him. “It’s gotta be true now. So, idea.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s see how it feels on all my other parts. Because as much as I love you macking on my leg, I got some ideas about where else you can put your face.”
He snorted against my leg, and while it was disgusting, I was so godsdamn horny, I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. People didn’t understand the need to laugh during sex. It couldn’t always be hot and heavy. It needed to be sweet and awkward too. “Ideas, huh?”
I nodded quickly. “So many ideas. Like, you don’t even know how many ideas.”
“That right? Let’s see if I can figure a few of them out. How about here, for example.” He bent forward slightly, hooking my leg over his shoulder, his lips and beard scraping against my knee.
I swallowed. “Good. That’s… that’s a good start.”
“Is it. And here?” He bent over the end of the bed, one hand at my side on the mattress, his face on my inner thigh. I fisted the comforter as I squirmed against the way he mouthed at my skin.
“Yeah,” I gasped. “That’s a good place too. We should have done this whole beard thing a hell of a long time ago. You are never allowed to shave. Ever. Unless you start looking homeless. Which, I guess technically we sort of are right now, so. I mean—oh my gods,” because he was at the crease of my legs and pelvis, and my dick was so hard it hurt. I felt him chuckle as I jerked out of his grasp and raised both legs toward my chest, exposing myself to him.
Hard to believe I’d once been weirdly prudish about sex when I was essentially asking Ryan to lick my asshole without saying a word.
He made a noise like he’d been punched, and I lifted my head in time to see him fall to his knees at the edge of the bed. There was a moment of almost excruciating anticipation where nothing fucking happened, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips a little.
Then I felt hands on the back of my thighs, pushing my legs farther against my torso, almost bending me in half. I watched him, and his eyes were hooded, the green of his irises so dark that it reminded me of my magic. His nose bumped against my balls, his breath against my perineum, and I was ready to fucking crawl out of my skin when I felt the flat of his tongue against my asshole, licking up to my balls.
I cried out, trying to push toward him and pull away at the same time, my skin oversensitive. Say what you will about Ryan Foxheart, but the man surely knew how to eat ass. His grip on my legs was tight as he pressed his face against me, sliding his tongue along my hole. I turned my head to the side, trying to catch my breath, my hand going between my legs and wrapping around my aching cock, giving it a good stroke or two.
“Stop,” he growled.
“Fucker,” I groaned. “Come on. Just let me—”
“You don’t touch yourself. Not today.”
“But—”
“Sam. I mean it. You keep your hands away from your dick. I’m going to be the only one who touches you.”
“Bastard,” I snapped at him as he licked my ass again.
“Do you understand?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed quietly. “That’s another thing that isn’t happening today.”
And then his mouth was on my ass again, his hands trailing down the backs of my legs, and a finger pressed inside me alongside his tongue. I was babbling then, saying yes and Ryan and please and more you have to give me more. A second finger came in with the first, and I wrapped my legs around his neck when I felt him blow against my wet hole. I clenched down on his fingers, and he grunted like the breath had been knocked from his body.
I was shaking by the time he lifted his head, his beard glistening with saliva. He slid up my body, the bulk of his weight holding me down, and I squeezed my eyes shut as his hips ground down against mine, our cocks brushing together. Then he was kissing me, and it was wrong and fucking dirty, but I chased after the taste on his tongue, sucking it into my mouth, my legs around his waist, a hand on the back of his head, holding him against me. He thrust his hips, gasping into my mouth. The scars on my chest and stomach felt like they were burning, and he turned his head, panting heavily near my ear as he rubbed on me.
“Gods,” he muttered as he slowed his movements, instead choosing to circle his hips.
“If there’s no oil in here, I’m going to fucking murder you,” I threatened him. “You’re not boning me without it, no matter how much you put your tongue in my ass.”
He stared down at me.
I batted my eyelashes sweetly up at him.