He removes my boots and slowly removes my pants, one leg at a time. Torturing me.
Finally, when I’m bare all except my panties, he leans back in. Face close to my pussy.
He presses his lips to the inside of my right thigh. Slowly and softly kissing up to my heat. When he gets to the middle, he breathes a hot breath that I can feel tantalizing me through my panties.
He starts on the left side and kisses up that thigh. I try to rock myself against him, but he presses me down and holds me in place.
He licks my panties at my core, and I can feel the wet of his tongue mixing with my own wetness. He’s driving me crazy.
Out of nowhere, he lifts my hips and rips my panties down my legs. He shoves his tongue into me as I yell out in surprise and relief. His tongue thrusts into my core before pulling back and slowly licking me from ass to clit.
He lavishes my pussy at a study pace until I don’t think I can take it anymore.
“Please, Ryker. Please. Let me cum.”
He puts his mouth over my sensitive nub and sucks hard as he plunges his fingers in.
He hits a spot deep inside me that sends me over the edge. Pleasure washes through me fast as I rock my hips, working out every bit of the orgasm that I can.
“Oh my universe.” I say, breathless.
He kisses me lightly on my lower stomach as he gently puts my panties back on.
“I want to snuggle, but I’m worried you’ll freeze if I leave you naked any longer.” He says.
When I’ve caught my breath and Ryker has me clothed, he leans his forehead against mine.
“I’ve wanted this… for a long time,” he murmurs.
“Me too,” I admit, voice shaking but honest.
We stayed like that, perched above the city, bodies intertwined, letting the world continue without us for a moment. I feel light, like maybe I belong somewhere.
“Just us,” he says after a while, voice low.
I smile, curling my fingers tighter around his. “Good. I like it when it’s just us.”
***
I can’t stop smiling. My cheeks hurt, but I don’t even care. I’m still replaying every second of that rooftop moment with Ryker. My chest feels like it’s full of sparks, and for once, I don’t feel broken. I feel alive.
Half-running, half-floating toward the dorms. I hope I can slip in before curfew when a shadow shifts in the alcove ahead. I slow and my good mood falters as soon as I see Atticus.
He’s leaning against the wall like he’s been waiting, arms crossed, eyes dark. My stomach twists. Of course. Because no way could the universe let my night end on a high note.
“Arwen, please,” he says, pushing off the wall, his voice rough. “I need to talk to you.”
I stop dead in my tracks and gape at him. “Are you kidding me?”
He takes a hesitant step forward, and I instantly take one back.
“You know, for a guy who told me to stay away from him, you’re not doing so great at taking your own advice. This is looking a little stalker-ish.”
My words are sharp, but my pulse betrays me—beating too fast, too excited.
Bad bond. We just had an excellent night with Ryker. Don’t be a hussy.
“I’m not—” He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “I’m not stalking you. I just… please. Just give me two minutes.”
