“Changed your mind?” he asked.
A sly grin pulled at the corners of my lips, and I chugged back my beer. “Grab me something stronger, will you? Make sure it’s a double.”
He got to his feet, walked over to the bar, and returned with two whiskeys. Ryleigh must’ve seen him because she followed a second later.
“Hey, Shay, I didn’t know you’d be here.” She plopped herself on the coffee table in front of me, keeping her hand on my knee.
I tossed back the whiskey, welcoming the spicy burn down my throat. “Yeah, I could see,” I mocked, my gaze flicking to Brax then back to her.
Frowning, she rubbed my thigh. “I was just welcoming him back.”
“Really?” Griffin goaded. “If you welcomed Brax like that then I’m sure Shay warrants something a little more, like getting his cock sucked.” He didn’t mince words, especially when it concerned me.
With a nonchalant shrug, she jumped to her feet and held out a hand to me. “You know you just have to ask, and I’ll do anything for you, Shay.”
“Bedroom’s that way, bro.” Griffin tilted his head toward the stairway, swapping his untouched whiskey for my empty glass. “Let it all out.” We shared a look, and I could’ve sworn he already knew the reason for my fucked-up mood.
Silently, I stood, downed the second drink and handed him the glass. I followed Ryleigh up the stairs into one of the vacant rooms. Inside, she pushed me to sit on the bed and wasted no time dropping to her knees in front of me. I set my phone on the nightstand and discarded my shirt. Unbuckling my jeans, she pulled out my rock-hard cock and palmed it a few times, her eyes filled with undisguised need. Pre-cum beaded the tip and a groan rumbled through my chest when her warm mouth closed around the head, the tip of her tongue licking into the slit before taking more of my length into her mouth.
She began sucking and I leaned back on my palms remembering why I sought her out when I needed a good blow job. Her sucking skills were on par with the best damned Hoover out there. I tipped my hip and she gagged when my cock hit the back of her throat. The sound blasted a zing of pleasure through my balls. For a moment I forgot about my grandmother’s rantings and why it began in the first place.
“Harder,” I growled, gripping the back of Ryleigh’s head.
Her brown eyes on me, she obliged, fisting my cock with an aggressive caress while she sucked on the head. It took barely a minute and I fell right back into the hell I was trying to stay out of. Abrupt images of Skye penetrated my thoughts. Visuals of her in that fucking beautiful blue dress, the long arch of her neck emphasized by the up-style hairdo. Her pink lips parted in that gorgeous smile she reserved just for me.
“Fuck.”
Then I made the mistake of closing my eyes, and those images turned filthy. Skye on her knees, looking up at me with those large sapphire eyes begging for me to fuck her, my cock slipping past her soft lips, the tip of her pink tongue sinking into my slit. Threading my fingers into Ryleigh’s dark hair, I felt the silvery blonde strands of Skye’s instead.
Cursing under my breath, I opened my eyes. Ryleigh pulled back, her spit coating every inch of my thick cock as her velvet tongue lapped around the length. Every muscle in my body pulled taut, my insides coiling and ready to succumb. I watched her plump red lips move around my dick while I tried hard to ignore those images, to focus solely on Ryleigh.
I swallowed, pulling in deep breaths, letting pleasure travel through my veins, forcing my mind to stay in this moment, not the one I desperately wanted, the one I’d find behind my closed lids. I let out a soft hiss as Ryleigh grazed her teeth along my shaft, the sensation exploding through every pore. My nostrils flared, I watched her wrap her fingers at the base of my cock, her cheeks hollowing, her rhythm changing. She sucked faster, harder, her moans vibrating around my dick.
My eyes drifted shut and immediately images of Skye slithered back, filling that dark space with her mischievous smile, her gentle moans. Visions so real, I felt her petite body straddling mine, my cock sinking into folds I knew would be warm, wet, tight. The scent of lilac on her soft skin as I kissed her neck. The taste of her sweet kisses as her lips met mine in a slow union. The sound of her husky breaths in my ear as I gripped her ass, guiding her movements...
“Fuck!” My eyes snapped open, and I shot to my feet, moving Ryleigh with me. Threading my fingers in her hair, my grip tight on her scalp, I fucked her mouth, listening to her gags and soft mewls each time I hit the back of her throat. I thought about fucking her pussy but just thinking about Skye while fucking Ryleigh’s mouth already heightened my responses, anything further and I was likely to blurt out something I shouldn’t. Thrusting my hips harshly, my head tipped back, I let pleasure run through my veins.
My lids slid shut again. Eyes the color of clear skies framed by long dark lashes, stared back at me. Grinding my teeth, I tried hard to will them away. No dice.
Satan kept me prisoner.
With Ryleigh’s mouth sucking my cock like her fucking life depended on it, all I saw, was my beautiful, glowing, forbidden Skye.
Lord forgive my sinful desireswas my the last thought before I fell off that illicit cliff, my body hurtling, roaring as I exploded into Ryleigh’s throat, filling her mouth with thick ribbons of cum, her gags resonating around my shaft and my visions blinded by images of Skye.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Fuck,” I repeated over and over unsure if I was cursing my good fortune or my bad luck. Breathing hard, my heart hammering in my chest, I stepped back, my cock falling from Ryleigh’s lips.
“Was it that bad?” Her uncertainty had my eyes opening.
I stared down at her, an apology for using her, sat on my tongue. “It was perfect,” I said instead, pulling up my jeans that had dropped to my ankles.
Rising, she placed her hands on my bare chest, pushed until I fell back onto the bed and straddled me. Her lips sought mine in a hungry kiss, her crotch grinding over my dick. Maybe I could make amends? Grabbing her hips, I flipped her over, allowing her legs to curl around my waist, my lips still melded to hers.
The ring of my phone had me breaking the kiss and I turned my head toward the nightstand where it sat. With her palm on my cheek, Ryleigh eased my face back until I was looking at her.
“Leave it,” she whispered, lifting her head to capture my lips once more as the ringing stopped.
I relented, slipping my hand under her tank top to cup her breast until she moaned into my mouth. She slid her arms around my neck, arching her hips to grind against my crotch. The phone rang again, and her nails dug into my skin, keeping me in place.
