“Stop pretending like I’m made of glass. Let’s do this.”
His lips twitch. “Impatient much?”
“You have no idea, Ry.” I somehow manage to unbutton his jeans and pull down his fly with one hand. I reach inside and immediately find his cock.
My stomach flips. “Do you always go commando?”
“I sleep naked, and I was in bed when you texted. Didn’t have time to get fully dressed.”
Curling my fingers around his girth, I feel my stomach flip again.
He’sbig. I thumb his head and marvel at how substantial he is. No wonder he wanted to warm me up.
“You were in that much of a rush to getmenaked, huh?” I ask. His dick fills my hand as I give him a slow, tight tug.
Ryder’s mouth forms a neat littleO. “I needed—I had to know you were okay. Had a feeling…”
“That I shaved?” I thumb his head again.
His chest barrels out on a laugh, even as his nostrils flare. “Something like that. Here, lemme grab?—”
“Condoms? In the glove box? Got it.” I smear a bead of precum over his tip before climbing off his lap and opening the glove compartment.
It’s my turn to laugh when I see what’s inside it. “Since when do you smoke cigarettes? And drinking and driving?” I hold up the bottle of tequila. “Tsk-tsk.”
“I may have confiscated Wyatt’s cigarettes after he and Sally got together. Didn’t want him revisiting any vices. And the tequila…I don’t got an excuse for that other than life is hard.”
I grin, putting away the tequila before grabbing a foil packet and shutting the box. “So are you.”
He takes himself in his hand. “You’re up.”
“How am I, like, almost completely naked,” I ask as I open the condom, “while you’re still fully dressed?”
“That’s how I like it. Put the condom on, Billie, and then put me inside you.”
“You best be patient, sir.”
“Or what?”
Leaning over—there’s no center console, just the bench—I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Or I’ll do this.”
I lick his head, lapping up another bit of precum that appears as he pumps his hand. Ryder’s stomach caves, and he draws a pained breath through his teeth.
“I thought you weren’t doing that,” he bites out.
Looking up, I meet his eyes. “But I am doing it. And you’re gonna like it.”
Then I duck my head and take him into my mouth. An inch. Maybe less. His tip is velvety and tastes of salt.
“Aw, fuck.” Now he’s taking my hair in his hands and holding it away from my face so he can watch. “You look good with my dick in your mouth, darlin’. Real good. You gotta be careful because I wanna come inside that sweet little cu—fuck. Fuck, you’re good at this.”
Say you want another round.
Ask me if I want to do this again tomorrow. And the day after that too.
I’m gently sucking on him now, bobbing my head to take him deeper with every up-down motion I make. I gag a little when his hips jerk and he hits the back of my throat.
His hand forms a fist in my hair. “Billie. Quit. I’m too close. Put the condom on.”
