That sample of his bold smoothness only serves to skyrocket me further. My eyes anchor to his amorous blues in the mirror as a raging torrent thunders over my every nerve ending in a crackling gale. It bursts from my core and shoots down my limbs with a sweltering heat, conquering all my cells and hushing my busy mind until I practically black out.
Shake and soar.
Sizzle and jolt.
Pant and scream.
Wrecked by a shattering that’s welcome, liberating me from the glass cage I tried desperately not to see.
This mess of shards is an exhilarating gift.
“Fuck, Ryker, that was …”
“You’re so beautiful when you come. I need to see that again.” Without providing me time to float down, he whips the vibrator out of me, turns it off, and hands it to me. Then he lays my quivering body on the blanket, my ass elevated on the pillow, and his face nuzzles between my thighs. “Suck that clean like a good girl so I know what those pouty lips would look like wrapped around my cock.”
Baffled that we’re not done and utterly spellbound, I’m unable to verbally respond. But I obey as promised, sliding the toy into my mouth and extending a sultry whimper at the taste of myself, wishing itwerehis dick and hoping my eagerness pleases him.
“Filthy girl. Watch yourself, how stunning you look, sucking that off.”
My attention drifts to the mirror, to the reflection of another erotic scene that has my jelly limbs and satiated libido zealous and wanton. Still, I’m spent. Boneless.
Ryker’s tongue flicks my too-sensitive clit, his arm draped across my squirming hips, fastening them to the floor. “So good.” He licks and sucks and swallows. “Fucking cake.”
“Too much,” I murmur from my euphoric daze between avid slurps of his cock stand-in. “I can’t. Not yet.”
“You will,” he growls through his all-consuming, famished devouring.
He drinks in every morsel of my sopping arousal, lashing my clit with groans of approval. Thumb in my ass. Scruff on my thighs. Tongue fucking my opening.
It’s everything and not enough, all at once.
My hand weaves into his hair, holding him in place and shoving him deeper into my heat as my hips buck in unhinged feral desperation.
“That’s my girl. Fuck my face.” His authoritative gaze coasts to mine with the reassurance I’ve been missing and the tethering I’ve never allowed myself to entertain. “I’ve got you.”Lick.“So goddamn beautiful with all your holes filled.”Whirl.“Come for me, baby.”
“Ryker,” I pant, hardly recognizing the huskiness of my voice as the room begins to fade.
Murky clouds edge my vision, and the golden lights streak to a blur of ecstasy.
My back bows. Lungs empty. Heart hammers.
My muscles coil and tighten. Loosen and breathe.
The shards fall away, the razor edge of reality dulling to a satin serenity. And at least for this flight, wholeness cloaks me.
Hisone nightof pleasure is without end, as if he wants to ensure there will never be a day I don’t relive this and wish I could bask in the dizzying rapture for all time.
He bestows three more orgasms with various toys and his fingers and his tongue, as requested, and growls against my heat, wild and untethered with each one. All while I mutter nonsensical musings and beg for him to stop and keep going. He asks me for my safe word in between and checks that I’m okay. I assure him I’m fantastic and stick with the begging.
And as he pants my name, like a windswept prayer on his lips, the only coherent thoughts I can conjure are that I can’t bear for this to be over. That I haven’t felt this good in years—or maybe ever. That if we stay here, I won’t have to shatter tomorrow. I won’t have to dwell on all the ways this hurts.
So, when his phone rings as I’m quaking with aftershocks, my lungs constrict before the conversation even begins.
He cradles me in his arms, kisses my hair, and answers the call. “Yeah?” A pause to listen before, “He’s been taken to counting room two?” Another silent wait. “I’ll handle it. Give me fifteen.”
Once he hangs up, he brushes my unkempt hair away from my flushed face, his blues skating over me, brimming with so many things. I’d like to pluck each one out and dissect it. Here in his dressing room, it’s safe to explore.
“Did that satisfy theall of the aboverequest?” There’s a trace of arrogant mischief in his eyes.
