Chapter 21
Ryan
* * *
God.
I didn’t know what kind of madness had taken over, but damn this woman had sent my mind into overdrive.
She sent me spinning over a cliff and into some dimension where all I wanted was her. I couldn’t think of anything else. I didn’t want to, and that was bad.
I’d already stayed out longer than I’d planned.
The hint of a streak in the sky told me the sun was on the verge of making an appearance, and there we were still consuming each other.
We hadn’t slept. We’d indulged in each other’s body all night.
I’d had her five times, and from the look on her face, I sensed the sixth session on the horizon.
Madness—that was what it was. I craved her body like nothing else, and still I wanted more. It was like being charmed into some enchantment, and I couldn’t break free of the trance. I didn’t want to, and definitely not when she was kissing her way down my stomach and heading straight to my cock.
I was sitting with my back against the headboard while she teased me with the perfection of her.
“Ryan 101: your cock tastes delicious and Brooke wants more.” She glanced up at me with those beautiful eyes that cast her spell on me.
Beautiful was only the beginning of how I would describe her, and not just her body. It was her. Her words would always drive me insane.
“Have more, baby. Take whatever you want from me.” She could.
I scraped my palms over her tight little nipples, which I decided reminded me of strawberries, too, just like her pussy.
With that gorgeous mass of golden hair lying to one side and her gorgeous tits on display, she looked like a mermaid, like a very erotic picture of a mermaid without shells covering her breasts—and it was all for me.
That mouth of hers pressed into a sexy pout.
Miss Mouth. I had been right when I’d called her that, but my reason was twofold. I loved her smart mouth, and I loved everything else she did with that mouth.
Like this. She leaned down to kiss the head of my cock and licked over the tip with her tongue. She wrapped one slender hand around the shaft, and I immediately hardened at her touch.
She looked amazed at the thickness once again and licked down the length anxiously. Her hands went up and down, rubbing me into action until my cock strained upward in a thick curve. Her smile widened when she saw that, and I groaned, wanting her all over again. I didn’t know how I could want her again so quickly, but she seemed to be all my body needed.
She licked me like a cat and lingered on the tip then made a show of closing those full lips over the head and taking me deep into her mouth. I reached forward and ran my hands over her head as she sucked hard. My fingers knotted in her hair, working with her rhythm as she slid up and down my shaft, taking me deeper.
A hungry groan rumbled deep in my chest. I wanted her to continue so I could finish in her mouth, but I also wanted to be inside her again.
I allowed her to enjoy me and held back as much as I could.
Then I couldn’t take any more. I was on the verge of release and I couldn’t control myself.
“Brooke I…” I reached for her and pulled her up onto me. I kissed her roughly then flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees.
We’d only done this position once so far, and I wanted to do it again.
One last time.
I knew I’d have to leave after that. I’d been gone all night, and if Aria woke up and didn’t see me in the house, it would be weird, especially since my car was there. My bike was locked away so if she did ask me, I could say I’d taken it out, but I didn’t want to lie.
At the moment, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted Brooke.
