But I didn’t think anyone would blame me if I left them hanging for a little while, either. Not if they knew what I had right now.
Ryder was still laughing when he bent down to kiss me again. I hissed at the roll of his hips, grinding down against me in a way that didn’t leave a whole lot of room to wonder what he wanted.
I wanted it too, and anyone who needed me more urgently than Ryder did would just have to break my door down.
“Oh my god.” Ryder laughed as he sat up again. “There’s a dent in the wall.”
I looked up to see what he was looking at, but the head of the bed was in my way.
“Take your word for it. Nothing a little putty and some paint won’t fix,” I said. I’d been thinking about a fresh coat of paint anyway, this was a good reason to get to it.
And maybe to make some alterations to the bedframe, if…
No, I couldn’t even bring myself to think about the future yet. I had a perfect, uncomplicated, happy morning after going on right now, and I refused to ruin it.
“I’m so much trouble,” Ryder said, looking down at my chest instead of meeting my eyes.
“You’re not,” I responded, stroking his thigh again. “And even if you were, you’re totally worth it.”
“Totally?” Ryder asked.
“Completely,” I confirmed, running my fingers up his back, over his shoulder, curling my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down again for another kiss. “Absolutely,” I added as his lips parted in anticipation, thrilling at the thought that he was still excited to kiss me. “Indubitably.”
Ryder giggled into my mouth as we kissed, still sleepy and lazy, unhurried and so perfect I could have cried.
“Indubitably,” he repeated.
“Ran out of synonyms that didn’t make me sound like a Victorian factory owner.” I shrugged.
“Well, I think you ought to get a reward for giving me everything I wanted last night,” Ryder said, looking me up and down with intent in his eyes. He leaned forward to kiss me again, gentle, humming against my mouth. “And I still wanna suck your cock.”
I swallowed as Ryder held me down by the shoulder, kissing me one last time before laughing and disappearing under the covers again, so all I could see was a moving lump where his head was.
He kissed a trail down my ribs, nuzzling under them and making me laugh, hands roaming greedily over my skin. Ryder was welcome to touch me as much as he wanted, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting him to stop.
“Fair warning,” Ryder’s muffled voice came from under the covers. “I have very little idea what I’m doing, so this might suck.”
I laughed again. It felt like I was always laughing with Ryder, and I couldn’t imagine wanting that to stop, either.
“Isn’t that the idea?” I asked, inching my thighs further apart as I felt Ryder moving down again, giving him plenty of space to work.
We could figure out what we were doing together. We might not have been each other’s first, but that didn’t matter. As long as we were together now.
Ryder chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my thigh, nudging it further out of the way and licking a stripe up it for good measure.
He might not have known what he was doing, but I didn’t hate it.
A second later his mouth was on my cock and I stopped caring entirely whether his technique was about to win any blue ribbons. It didn’tmatter, I knew all that soft heat was Ryder and I knew he was doing this because he wanted to, because he liked me, because I liked him.
Ryder pushed his head into my hand when I shoved it under the blankets to run my fingers through his hair. Not to hold or direct or anything like that, just to touch him, just to feel him there.
I didn’t know how much of him I was getting, which meant I had to grab hold of every single moment.
“You’re so fucking big,” Ryder said, muffled under the covers.
“Am I?” I asked. It was an honest question, I really didn’t have a lot to compare to. I figured I was just… in proportion to myself.
“Yes,” Ryder murmured, and from the sound of his voice I knew he was wrinkling his nose. “I mean, I’m into it,” he said a second later. “I’ll figure it out.”
