A low rumble fills his chest against mine as one corner of his lips twitches up. “And…me,” he says.
I nod slowly. “And you, but, I work for you all and it’s, it’s not appropriate. I don’t want to ruin everything. I’m so sorry.”
His hands slide from my face down to my shoulders and then further around to my back and down until they cup my bottom. He pulls me closer until my center is pressed snugly against his hardness. His eyes are filled with heat and our lips are so close I can feel his hot breath wash over my skin.
“You could never ruin anything, baby. We all want you. We all want more with you.” He rests his forehead against mine. “You’re fired. Now stay and be with us all. Be ours, baby. Be our girl.”
My eyes crash closed in defeat and I make a tiny shake of my head.
“I…I can’t. You all deserve so much more, will want so much more.” My eyes open and I stare into his icy blues. “I…I don’t…don’t like…sex. It…it…hurts.”
His fingers flex on my bottom as a groan rumbles through him.
“No. That was just another thing he took from you. We would show you how it’s supposed to be. How a man is supposed to love his woman.”
I gasp at his words, the shocking idea of that then his lips slide over mine and there is no more thought, there’s only heat and an ache for more. My arms are around his neck and then my fingers are in his long hair as I moan into his mouth. A low growl of approval from him has the ache intensifying as he slants his lips across mine and I feel his tongue brush against the seam of my mouth. It sends sparks through me that I’ve never felt before.
I know I should pull away, stop what’s happening but I just can’t. My mind, my body, and my soul crave touch, love, desperately and I’m so tired of the aching loneliness inside. I’m going to take what he’s offering and trust that it won’t jeopardize mine and Chloe’s place here with them.
I open my mouth to give him access and meet his questing tongue with my own. Everything inside me soars at the feelings coursing through me. He possesses my mouth in every way and my hips move against the hardness of him causing a whine of need to slip from me. His hands come up to cup my head and he pulls back from my mouth.
“Baby, please, let me show you. Let me worship you?”
I don’t know what that means but it doesn’t stop my head from nodding. I want more of how this feels. I want him in any way he wants to have me. Ryker lifts me to my feet in one strong move so I’m standing in front of him and then my jeans are stripped down to my ankles leaving me in just pale pink briefs.
My nerve endings are firing in a way I haven’t experienced before and the look of awe in his eyes as he looks at me has me placing my hands on his shoulders. He leans into me and his hot mouth slides across my lower belly and trails into the hollow near my hip bone. The ache between my legs flares and I move a little closer to his face. The dream I had about him flashes through my mind and I remember how it felt when I touched myself…there…after and how good it felt. I want him to touch me, I want to feel it again.
Through the thin fabric of my panties I can feel the heat of his mouth and my knees start to shake when he kisses the center of me. I have no control as my body takes over and presses my mound against his mouth. When his tongue sweeps out and licks me through the fabric a wanton-sounding moan flies from my mouth. Ryker growls against my delicate flesh and then his hands are back on my bottom and pulling my mound tight against his mouth as his tongue licks me through my panties.
Oh! Oh! I’ve never…it feels…oh God, please don’t let him stop! As if he heard my thoughts, he pulls back causing a choked sob of disappointment to fly out of me.
He looks up at me with a gaze that’s scorching with desire and groans out, “Baby, please, let me taste you? I need to feel you on my tongue.”
Words are just not possible for me so I just pant and shake against him with my fingers digging into his shoulders and that must tell him what he needs to hear because he strips away my underwear and buries his face between my legs. His hot tongue licks through my folds and the shock of ecstasy that shoots through me has my knees giving out. His big hands catch me and gently lower me to the mat and then he’s spreading me open and staring at my most intimate place. My cheeks flame red and I try and close my legs to hide from him but he holds me open and looks up my body to meet my eyes.
“So beautiful, baby.” My legs relax hearing that and his expression turns possessive. “Mine!”
And then his head dips down and takes me. I can’t even think as he explores every part of me. His tongue slides into my entrance and without thought, one of my legs lifts to hook over one of his huge shoulders. My hips are lifting with every thrust of his tongue, searching for more. His hands lift my bottom higher and I grind against his mouth, lost in a stream of pleasure that I’ve never felt before. How, how could I not have known this is how it’s supposed to feel? His tongue moves from my entrance and goes higher and brightness shatters my vision when he sucks against me and then flicks in a steady rhythm that builds …something. Something’s coming, something I know I want but don’t understand. The feelings are so intense that I’m moaning and begging for…something.
“P-please! Ryker, please!”
I don’t know what I’m asking for but he does because he slides one thick finger into my channel and thrusts it in and out, never stopping the pressure of his tongue licking against me and that’s it, that’s all it takes for the world to explode. I cry out mindlessly as my whole body clenches and pleasure that shouldn’t be possible spasms through me. My fingers are locked in his hair as my hips grind against his mouth trying to keep what’s happening going.
I don’t know how long it goes on but when my body starts to calm I’m sobbing. Ryker nuzzles softly against me as his hands stroke down my thighs. When I melt back onto the mat in a puddle he lifts himself from between my legs and comes to lay beside me, scooping me up and settling me on his big chest. His hand goes into my hair to cup the back of my head and his other one cups my bum to hold me in place. I lay on him as hot tears soak into his shirt and try and process what just happened.
Avery
“Okay?”
He rumbles out in question so I tip my head back to meet his eyes.
“I’ve, I’ve never…what you did, how it felt…I didn’t know that could happen.” I tell him in a voice filled with awe.
A look of pleased satisfaction crosses his face and he holds me tighter.
“A gift to me to be your first. Everything about you is a gift to me, baby. Thank you.”
More tears come at his words so I drop my head back to his chest and let my fingers scrunch his shirt into fists full of fabric like I can hold this man to me and never let go. He is the gift. They all are. Without them…my shoulders tense with nerves at the thought of Zack and Easton. What will this, what we’ve just done, mean to them? How will this change the dynamic between all of us? Ryker must feel me tensing up because his fingers in my hair, around my head start to rub, to soothe.
