Ryder hurt me yesterday; there was no denying that, but I’ve been hurting him too, without even knowing it. He seems sincere that he’s willing to work this out, and we can figure the rest out along the way.
I slide out of bed and sneak to the bathroom; it isn’t even six A.M. yet. I take care of business and jump in the shower. Before Dex and I go to this meeting, I have something to do. I shampoo and condition my hair, shave, wash, and exfoliate, doing everything to make my body as smooth as possible. When I get out, I slather myself in my favorite body lotion and then blow dry my hair in soft waves down my back. I don’t worry about makeup when nerves are attacking me for what I’m about to do. I wrap a towel around my body and open the bathroom door, looking at the bed. They are both still sound asleep, sleeping the same way with both arms tucked under the pillows on their stomachs. I shake my head with a smile and tiptoe tomy walk-in closet. I’m sneaking around, not because I’m doing something I’m not supposed to. I just need to do this alone.
I slide on my dark blue bra and thong set. It’s satiny, and the bra pushes my boobs to new dimensions. I put on my favorite light stone-washed cut-off shorts that show the bottom of the pockets in the front and a dark blue baby doll tank.
I walk out of the closet and meet Gage’s sleepy blue eyes. I hold a finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet. He smiles and snuggles back into the pillow, passing back out in seconds.
I quietly open and close my bedroom door before creeping down the steps. I feel like I’m sneaking out of my own house, which, in a way, I am. I make a beeline for the garage door when I don’t hear anyone else awake in the house, slamming my feet into my flip-flops.
I slide into my car with a smile and a plan.
Today is going to be a good day.
“He’s upstairs, Ms. Poletti.”
“Thank you,” I say politely before heading that way.
I find the room I’m looking for easily since I’ve been here thousands of times and slip in, shutting the door behind me. I hear the shower running in the attached bathroom and slide onto the bed to wait.
It doesn’t take long before Ryder exits the bathroom in a cloud of steam with a towel wrapped around his waist. Ryder’s body is built to perfection with broad shoulders, barrel chest, trimmer waist, an ass girls pay top dollar for, and huge thighs. Tattoos line his body like Dex’s, except they stop at his collarbone and wrists. Water is still rolling down his body, sliding down his deep v-line before disappearing under the towel.
His eyes finally lock with mine. “Les?” he asks in confusion.
I smile and slide off the bed. “In the flesh.” I walk up to him and run my hands up those defined pecs before going up on my tip toesto slip them around his neck. “I want this to work. I wantusto work. All of us.” I run my fingers through the wet hair at the back of his neck. “You’re either in or out. You can’t just meet me halfway.”
“I’m in,” he answers, slamming his lips on mine and sinking his tongue into my mouth. I kiss him back, desperately ready to take this next step with him. There is no stopping it this time.
He slides his hands under my tank top, breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. When his eyes darken to black, taking a look at my bra, I know I made the right decision. He runs his pointer finger over my breasts, where they are heaving over the top of the bra. “Did you wear this for me?” he asks hoarsely.
“I did.” I planned it because this is Ryder’s favorite color.
He groans. “Please tell me they match.”
I grin and undo my shorts, letting them slide down my legs. He tracks the movement with his eyes before slowly letting his gaze trail over my body, lighting me up from the inside.
He finally meets my eyes, and his eyes are glittering with appreciation. The tented towel is also giving away how turned on he is. “I don’t want to take them off, but I need to see you naked. Now.” He reaches out and unclips the front clasp of my bra, letting my breasts spill out. I shrug the material off my shoulders. “Fuck,” he whispers, reaching up and rubbing a thumb across the mark he left behind; the look in his eyes seeing his mark is almost primal.
He takes my breasts in his hands, pushing them together before leaning in and sucking a stiff peak into his mouth. He switches his attention back and forth until they are tight and throbbing before dropping to his knees in front of me. He kisses my stomach before hooking his hands in my panties, slowly peeling them down my legs. He helps me step out of them before running both big hands up my thighs until he reaches my hips. He jerks me forward until his nose is buried between my thighs. He inhales deeply and lets out an almost pained groan. “You know how often I laid in that bed and jacked off thinking about how you felt? How you smelled. How you taste.” He inhales again, then licks through the slit in my pussy. “My mind didn’t do this pussy justice,Il mio sole.”
“Me too. I used to imagine what it would be like to kiss you. Touch you,” I admit with a smile. “Right here in this very room.”
He stands up so fast that his towel parts before falling off his hips. His cock springs free, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Thick. Veiny. And pierced. The underside of his cock has five barbells lining it in a Jacob’s ladder. “Holy shit,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around it, letting it slide up his piercings.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his cock jerking in my hand.
I can’t believe I have finally taken this step and am about to have sex with my best friend.
I stroke his cock up and down several times before he knocks my hand away. He jerks me closer, molding his lips against mine in a bruising kiss before reaching down, hooking his hands around my thighs, and lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist with his cock nestled against my ass. Without breaking the kiss, he walks us blindly to the bed. When his knees hit the mattress, he climbs up the bed with me still hanging from him, then stretches his big body over mine.
I could have waited until he got home today, but it feels right for our first time to be in his dad’s house because I imagined this very thing too many times growing up.
He kisses down my neck, stopping to torture my nipples into hard points again, then kisses down my stomach. He settles between my thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate his shoulders. He parts my pussy with his fingertips, then leans down and circles his tongue around my clit.
“Oh,” I breathe, my hips leaving the bed.
He licks from my entrance to my clit, circling his tongue again. “You taste so fucking good,” he groans against my clit before diving in.
