Ryker cuts me off with a fierce kiss as he pins my wrists above my head. When he’s done, I gasp for air. Inwardly, I grin.
If I had known dancing could push Ryker over the edge like this, I would have done it a long time ago.
My grin vanishes and my thoughts scatter as he licks my ear. Then he kisses my neck roughly, then nips my shoulder. Afterwards, he sucks one of my breasts through my bra. My nipple tingles and strains against cotton.
I suddenly wish I could take my bra out of the way, but I can’t. I can only moan as he sucks on my other breast. Then his lips trap my nipple through the cotton. I moan.
Mmm. Good… but not enough.
When his mouth starts moving down, excitement churns in my veins. I hold my breath in anticipation. When his lips descend between my legs, I gasp. But then he moves on to planting kisses on my thighs.
What?
Ryker grabs my arm and leads me to the bed. He doesn’t throw me on top of it, though, like I thought he would. Instead, he takes off his belt, his pants and his briefs. His stiff cock springs into view.
He sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his knees.
“I think you know what to do.”
Yes, I do.
I kneel between Ryker’s legs and hold the base of his cock with both of my bound hands. Then I start to lick his cock. At first, Ryker watches me keenly, silently, as I drag my tongue up and down the length of him, making sure I get every inch wet. Then he lies down on the bed.
I continue licking, delighting in every heavy breath I draw from him. I even lick his balls and hear him grunt. When I wrap my lips around his cock, he hisses.
Like before, I take as much of him as I can inside my mouth and swallow. He shudders. I move my head just a little and the tip of his cock hits the roof of my mouth. A curse leaves his lips. His fingers grip my hair.
I suck on his cock as he strokes my hair. Then I start to move my head. He pulls and I stop.
Ryker lifts his head. I release his cock and meet his gaze.
“Come here,” he says.
Here? Where?
He crooks a finger, so I climb on top of the bed. I lean over because I think he wants a kiss, but then he turns me around so that my ass is facing him.
Okay.
He grabs my thighs and pulls me back so that my legs are on either side of his head. Then I feel his fingers on my other pair of lips. He parts them and pushes his tongue in. I gasp.
He stops. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Right. His thick, hard cock that’s right in front of me.
I take it into my mouth once more and move my head up and down. My hair falls like a curtain over my face and there’s nothing I can do to sweep it away so I close my eyes and focus on my task, something easier said than done as Ryker’s tongue slithers inside me.
Fuck.
I stroke him as he strokes me, fighting a shudder each time the tip of his tongue brushes against one of my sweet spots. Then his fingers replace his tongue. He pushes them deep inside me and I take my mouth off his cock to let out a moan.
For a few seconds, my mouth goes slack as he teases my nub. I barely have the strength to keep myself on my quivering elbows and knees. Then he starts moving his fingers in and out of me and I go back to my task. I wrap my lips around his cock and try to match his pace.
I don’t know if he’s close. His cock keeps throbbing and leaking inside my mouth. I know I am. When he starts playing with my nub again while stroking me, I stop moving. Pleasure ripples through my veins and gathers in my belly.
I’m close. Does Ryker know it? Can he see it?
Maybe not, because he suddenly withdraws his fingers and pushes me off him. Or maybe he stopped on purpose to tease me. That’s why he has that gleam of mischief in his eyes. Whatever. I don’t care as long as he continues.
He gets up and climbs on top of me. Then he lifts my arms above my head and kisses me tenderly.
Strange. Of all the things Ryker has done so far, this tender kiss makes my heart beat more wildly than any other. It quells some of my frustration, but at the same time it makes me want him more.
“More,” I whisper after he pulls away.
He settles between my legs and gives me a push. My head hangs from the edge of the bed. My fingers nearly touch the floor.