Not breaking eye contact, he kisses his way from one side of my lips to the other before he whispers against them. “I’m not going to rush anything with you, but I am going to kiss you. Like I have wanted to from the first time I saw you.”
I nearly faint in anticipation. And when Ryder actually does press his mouth to mine in a way that destroys me, I nearly pass out from the rush, no, the crush, of all the sweet emotions that take flight.
“I need to go,” he growls softly against my lips. As he pulls away, a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“What?”
Before he answers, he traces a finger over them but midway I stop him when I suck his finger inside my mouth. My tongue curls around it suggestively before I shock myself by hollowing my cheeks and leaning in so I swallow all of it.
“Fuck, Sin, baby. I need to get on that flight but how am I going to walk across the tarmac now?”
Glancing down, he’s got his hand gripped around himself, through his jeans. And I smile in triumph when I realise instead of being freaked out by seeing him hard, it’s actually a beautiful sight. A normal thing for two people who clearly like each other to share. I love the fact I did that to him, and I also love how seeing him like that doesn’t scare me in the least. In fact, I want to feel him inside my mouth.
“How much time do you have?” I talk around his finger.
What I want to do to him makes me feel euphoric. It’s a win and a massive accomplishment in my healing. The way his eyes sparkle with mischief before he looks out of the car to see where the driver and his guard is only confirms how right it is.
The smile on his face blazes brighter, and with deliberate intent, I refuse to overthink myself and whether I should or shouldn’t be doing this. Taking a bold leap toward reclaiming the person I want to be, I drop to my knees in front of him, pressing my hands to his thighs as I push them apart.
“Can I?” I purr, embracing the empowerment coursing through my veins. Hendrix had me also feeling this way in the bathroom, and I loved how that played out.
Ryder’s thighs turn to marble under my hands, making me feel even stronger. His hips rise and the both of us rush to open his pants. I’m temporarily thrown by how good he looks: tattoos dapple his tanned skin, and his thighs are wide, making it a bit of a struggle as we both try to shove his tight black boxers past his knees. Eventually though, I come face to face with his cock.
For a cock, it’s gorgeous—the same honey-dipped colour as the rest of him. It’s as thick and long as I imagined, but in all our sexting, I missed the black stud through a part his dick, under the swollen head. The piercing only adds to thebeauty. I’m thrilled I can look at it without being repulsed, and if anything, seeing his dick up close and personal only reconfirms how different my connection with Ryder is compared to Brody.
He unintentionally keeps me in the present, his voice holding me here with him. I read it as a sign of how right we are.
“Jesus, of course you can. Yes. Anytime, Sin baby,” he says, brushing back my hair and then holding my face so he can kiss me.
I wrap my hand around his hardness. In my own way I’m as eager and thankful as he is. And touching a man’s cock for the first time, without being forced to, is a wonderful thing. I have to break off our kiss so I can feel him and watch what I’m doing at the same time.
Ryder sinks back against the chair, letting me do whatever I want, humming and moaning softly as I run my hand up and down his length. His dick is hard and feels warm like it’s been in the sun all day, soft like silk too. I’m a complete BJ virgin, and I move on instinct alone.
I drag the tip of his cock along my lips, and it’s even softer than I thought it could be. The scent wafting off his skin is like opening a jar of honey and my tongue darts out eager for a taste. A small lick isn’t enough, and I take his velvety head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stud before finding the exact place his flavour pools from. I suckle. Before I realise what I’m doing. Horror blossoms and I go to pull away but Ryder groans, his hands burying in my hair, his hips moving slowly as he pushes himself further inside my mouth.
“Oh my god, Sin, your mouth is incredible. So good, baby, so good.”
Tilting my head slightly means I can watch his reactions. I hollow my cheeks and alternate between tongue swirls andmore of the sucking he clearly likes. His unique flavour floods my mouth, and I do what feels good.
Taking even more of him, I open up and his cock glides towards the back of my throat. I gag but don’t stop, driven by a desire to taste his entire length.
“Oh god, Sin, that feels so good,” he praises, and I tighten my grip around the part of him I can’t fit in my mouth before I hollow my cheeks and start bobbing up and down.
His flavour leaks and mixes with my drool. My first head job is insanely messy, and I feel so inexperienced it isn’t funny, but he keeps praising and holding my head in his hands, letting his body, and mine, guide us.
I’m a little surprised by how turned on I get. I can feel my slick pooling in my panties. Pleasure builds and my core throbs, before I can do anything about it, Ryder murmurs under his ragged breath. “Sin, I’m going to come. Sit back. “
I suck harder and intentionally ignore his warning.
His fingers claw into my hair, and I watch transfixed. I get to see his irises flash black before he fills my mouth. I gag, but I lean forward to take more of his orgasm. Swallowing his first shot, and the next one. All these little aftershocks have his breathing hitching and his hips pumping, and I lick my way backwards when it’s clear he’s done.
He’s glaring at me, and I start to wonder what I’ve done wrong.
“Open your mouth, Sin.”
His glare was only pretend, and now I can easily see the heated awe in his pretty eyes.
I’m completely busted.
