No puffing his chest. No joke about the power of his dick. It was just a sweet comment I had no idea how the hell to handle.
He kissed me again. “Let’s get cleaned up. It’s fucking late, and you’ve got to be exhausted.”
I was. The kind of exhaustion that invaded every cell in my body and made the thought of moving unbearable.
With a burst of energy he shouldn’t have had at three thirty in the morning after recently climaxing, he pushed up and off me. Our eyes met as the last inch of his soft dick slipped free from my body. My ass clenched in protest, and a tiny groan slipped free.
“Yeah, I liked it much better in there too.”
Another sweet statement I couldn’t process, so I didn’t bother to try. Mustering what little oomph I still had, I began to sit up, only to have a strong hand on my chest push me flat down.
“Stay. I got this.” Then he slid from the bed and walked—no, strutted—toward the bathroom, making it impossible for me to look anywhere but at his stellar ass. I groaned again. Next time, I had to get my cock between those luscious round cheeks.
Next time? Would there be one? Did I want one?
The water ran, and rummaging sounds made their way from the bathroom. A few seconds later, Ryder appeared with a damp cloth. Clean now, he strode across the room naked. His satisfied cock hung between his muscular thighs, big and beautiful.
Yes, beautiful.
My mouth watered at the sight. By now, I’d had him in my mouth several times, but he’d always been rock-hard before I feasted. The thought of going down on him like this, soft and sleepy, while he grew to full length between my lips had my fatigued dick attempting to rally.
He rested a knee on the bed, tilting his head. “You don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to forget all my good intentions to let you sleep.”
“Like what?”
He grunted. “Like you’re imagining sucking my soft dick to its full potential.”
Busted.
My cheeks heated, and he grinned. “Ah, so you were imagining that.”
Rolling my eyes, I reached for the washrag. “Give me that.”
He shook his head, batting my hand away. “Nope.” He crawled onto the bed and over to me.
Was he going to—
Yep.
Ryder kneeled beside me, running the warm, damp cloth over the mess on my stomach, then down, cleaning my dick, then—
“I can do that,” I said before he got to my used hole.
He quirked a blond eyebrow at me. “You’re not very good at letting someone take care of you, are you?”
That had me barking a laugh. “I don’t even understand the concept.”
Shit, why the hell did I say that? Ryder’s expression went from playful to sad in the blink of an eye.
“Ignore me,” I said, waving a hand. “My brain is already asleep.”
He pressed his lips together, and my stomach dipped. He wasn’t going to let it go. But then he lightly smacked my thigh. “Bend your knees.”
I did, with my face burning the entire time.
“Ryder…”
“Shh. This is how you let someone take care of you, Alex. You zip those sexy-as-fuck lips I often prefer wide open.” He winked. “But for now…” he mimed zipping his lip.
