So I shut my mouth, and Ryder proceeded to clean the lube off my ass. Hot humiliation washed over me. Who knew why? Ryder had been all up in me not long ago, but somehow, this act felt more intimate than him shoving his cock inside me. After a few seconds, my discomfort and embarrassment morphed into something deeper, something almost pleasant.
He stroked the back of my thigh with his free hand as he rid my stomach of cum and lube. Warmth spread from under his hand up to my chest. It was then that I realized I had grown to like it. I liked his hands on me, the concentration on his face as he made sure to be thorough, and the gentle way he tended to me.
When he finished, he folded the washrag and tossed it on the floor. It landed with a wet splat. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as he crawled back up the bed and then lay on his side facing me. His skin was so smooth and tanned even in January in Boston, thanks to the Caribbean trip he’d taken at Christmas time. I’dnever been to the Caribbean. Hell, I’d never been to a real beach, only a lake when I was a child.
Before Mom got sick.
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling heat rise to my face again.
Thank you for so many things.
“Anytime,” he said with a wink. He scooted closer until our mouths were close enough to share air.
This time, I was the one to lean in and kiss him—nothing too long or meant to ramp us back up, but a lingering press of lips. If I couldn’t put my complete gratitude into words, maybe he would feel it from my kiss.
I pulled back when my cock started to take interest. As much as I’d love to go for a second round, chances were, I’d fall asleep mid-fuck.
“Roll over, away from me,” he said before sneaking a final kiss.
I did as he asked. Maybe later, I’d wonder why I so easily followed his every order, but for now, not having to be the one to orchestrate every decision felt incredible. As soon as I landed on my opposite side, he snuggled the length of his body against my back. We fit perfectly, tucked together in all the right places. His cock nudged against my ass, maybe half hard again, but Ryder made no move to indulge it.
His lips touched the back of my neck as he wound his arm around my waist and pulled me even closer before burying his face between my shoulder blades. “Sleep,” he whispered. “Shut your brain down and sleep. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”
We?
Who was this man I once hated?
“Okay,” I mumbled, positive it would never happen.
But I found myself lifting my top leg and letting him sneak one of his between mine as I pressed my hand over the top ofhis. Lulled by the warmth of Ryder’s naked body, with the gentle thrumming of his heart against my ribs, I surrendered to the comfort of his embrace. The racing thoughts I dealt with all day, every day, vanished, and I fell headlong into a deep, restorative sleep.
The next moment of awareness came in the form of a hot, hungry mouth trailing down my spine toward—oh shit—my well-used ass.
Any lingering fog of sleep evaporated in a sharp wave of pleasure as Ryder nipped my ass cheek. I found myself prone in the center of Ryder’s bed, with my dick rapidly hardening between my body and his opulent mattress.
Strong hands grabbed my cheeks, pushing them apart, and before I had a chance to react, a warm tongue slid over my hole.
“Jesus… Ryder.”
I humped the bed like a damn dog as he slicked me with incredible skill. The man knew exactly what he was doing as he played with my rim, alternating quick flicks and long, maddening licks. But when he slipped inside, giving my most vulnerable place a deep tonguing, I nearly lost my mind.
“How can you be so devious and so amazing at the same time?” I cried before pressing my forehead into the pillow, nearly screaming my pleasure.
Ryder chuckled. His tongue slipped from my body. I immediately mourned the loss of pressure, but only for a second because his talented mouth trailed up my spine. He kissed, bit, and licked his way to the back of my neck, where he paused to suck and make me squirm against the bed.
“Again,” he rasped against my ear with a sleep and lust-roughened voice. “Let me have you again.” He settled his weight on top of me, slotting his lead pipe of an erection in my spit-slicked ass crack.
“Christ…”
“Please,” he whispered before licking the shell of my ear and biting the lobe. My entire body shuddered beneath him. “Next time, I’ll spread for you, and you can fuck me until your balls are dry, but please let me in one more time.”
There was no way in hell I could refuse an offer that good. I didn’t want to refuse. He didn’t need to beg for entry. Hell, I was two seconds from begging him to fuck me as hard as he had the night before despite the soreness reminding me we’d done this only a few hours ago.
“Yes.” I turned my head so my cheek lay flush against the pillow. “Yes, Ryder. Put it in me.Now.”
“Mmm… let’s see.” He remained mostly flat against my back, only tilting his hips to worm his hand between our bodies.
Thick fingers probed my hole. I flinched at the first touch, tender from the epic fucking I’d received, but within seconds, the discomfort morphed into need. He slipped a fingertip inside, and my ass clenched, trying to suck him farther into my body.
