Caging me in with his muscular forearms against the dresser, I almost whimper in arousal. As he lowers his head down, he caresses my face with his stubbled jaw and slowly releases a breath that hits me at my weakness, eliciting a chill to course through my body.
Pulling back far enough for me to see his succulent smile that’s gracing his lips, he drawls, “I told you my tongue can do a better job of teasing you than my words can. Ready to take me up on that offer?”
Licking my lips, I run my hands up his firm stomach, stopping in the middle of his chest.
“Did you ever get disinfected?” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“Yeah,” he says, quirking a cocky brow, and I don’t play. I slam my mouth to his, and his greedy mouth takes over. Kissing Ryker is like taming a wild beast. You simply don’t. You’re just along for the ride. Wrapping his hand into my hair at the base of my neck, he yanks my head back to dominate the kiss, swallowing up the moan that escapes me. His other hand trails down my body, igniting fires along the way until he grabs my hips and lifts me up. Wrapping my weak legs around his waist sets me at the perfect level to grind my pelvis on his dick. The friction is almost too much and I nearly combust on the spot. I feel the barbells that line his hard cock through the thin material of my leggings, and the sensations travel straight to my nipples, pebbling them.
Ryker pins me against the cabinet and brings his hand between us to rub my clit. Playing my body perfectly, he pulls his mouth away from mine and starts nibbling along my neck. “Damn, Temptress. You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to fill you up with this hard cock,” his husky voice gruffs out.
“Yes.” Ready to make that happen, I reach down to rip his shirt just like Levi’s when I hear my bedroom door slam open.
“What’s taking so—” JP freezes at the entrance of my closet, mouth hanging open. Trailing behind him, Lynx pads in and sits down at his feet, smiling like the lynx that made me lose my cream. That fucker.
‘What? I was merely concerned you were alone with a crazy sex fiend like yourself,’Lynx says, grinning with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Oops,” JP says and starts to walk away, but pauses, looking back, probably to see what’s going to happen. Like a peeping tom, but more like a blatant one.
As Ryker pulls away, I stand on shaking legs. The look Ryker gives me, all smug like I didn’t affect him, would probably work if not for his massive erection that says otherwise. Shamelessly, he turns and walks away.
‘Aww, I was hoping to watch.’
I am beyond horny, and I was right on the brink of an orgasm before the fuckers just had to ruin it for me.
“FUCK! Can’t I just cum?!?” I scream. Interest flashes on JP’s face, but then can’t help himself and laughs at my predicament.Asshole.
Ryker stops though and inhales deeply like getting a hit off of a joint. Looking over his shoulder he winks, and out of nowhere, an orgasm slams into me, dropping me to my knees. I see stars behind my eyes as my pussy quivers around nothing. My entire body is on fire as I ride it out, panting.
“See, I can be a nice guy. You’re welcome,” Ryker calls as he walks out of the room with an ethereal glow to him, leaving me quivering on my closet floor.
Chapter Forty-One
Pixie Bombs
Rez
By the time I clean myself up, take another shower, and conjure something to put on that’s not dick related, it’s time for the party.
“I’m so excited. Aren’t you?” Moni asks, floating next to me. At first I wasn’t, but the closer we get to the beach, my heart rate picks up. This is my first supernatural party. I’d heard whispers about it during school but never paid it any attention while weaving between students.
“It’s my first one, so I’m not sure what to expect,” I say honestly.
“Omg, you’re going to love it. It’s the best. It’s everything you could ever think to have!” She exclaims, and I’ve been around Moni enough to know when she’s about to go. I quickly step behind her as she faints into my arms. JP isn’t far behind me, stepping up wearing nothing but jeans and flip-flops. I should have guessed he would be shirtless.
He holds out his arms for her, “Here, I’ll take her. She’s going to be doing this all night.” He raises his voice so the rest of our group can hear him. “Any takers on how many tonight?” He asks, and the bets come pouring in.
“17”.
“12”.
“18”.
‘Tell them I say 27,’Lynx joins in.
“Lynx says 27,” I repeat without thinking until the guys give me strange looks but brush off my slip.
“I mean, my guess is 27,” I say, and Zeke gives me a thumb up.
