Page 89 of Mistletoe Mischief

“Getting laid is not a good enough reason?” he asked.

“I thought we were going to be discreet.” Ryler placed her hands over his chest, the hair tickling her fingers. Pike circled her waist with his arm and hauled her inside, slamming the door behind her with his foot. Someone above them knocked on the ceiling and yelled, “Stop slamming the door!”

“Your neighbor sounds like a peach.” Ryler sighed.

Pike cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue thrusting inside. Ryler opened wider, giving him better access, and the kiss deepened. Her knees trembled as he sucked her tongue, his fingers tangling in her hair. When he finally pulled away, he murmured, “I’ve been waiting all day to do that, and I don’t give a fuck about that asshole upstairs. All I wanna do is strip you down and feel your tight pussy around my dick.”

Ryler never thought she’d be one for dirty talk, but Pike’s guttural need spurred her into action, and she whipped her shirt over her head, roughly tossing it to the side.

“Where is Jo?”

“She’s in her crate. But the minute she sees you, she is not gonna be happy there.”

“Then maybe she shouldn’t see me,” Ryler said, pushing her yoga pants down. “Your couch looks comfortable.”

Pike grinned, dropping his sweats to his ankles. “We should probably sit on it and find out.”

Ryler reached out, wrapping her hands around his thick, hard cock, reveling at the softness of his skin, and smiled.

“All this for me,” she teased.

“Absolutely,” he said, picking her up by her thighs and lifting her against him, carrying her to the couch. He sat down with her straddling his lap, and Ryler leaned forward, positioning herself over his cock.

Pike took his dick in hand, rubbing it against her labia, pressing inward. Ryler felt him at her opening, the pull of her muscles welcoming him, and fuck, he was warm. She whimpered with need and he cursed. “Fuck, I need a condom.”

Ryler shuddered, realizing she’d been so caught up in her lust for him, she’d almost let him take her bareback, something she’d never done with anyone. She was always so careful, and yet here she was like an out-of-her-mind teenager, ready to roll the dice.

“I’m not on the pill, so that’s probably a good idea,” she said.

Pike kissed her hard and fast before moving her off his lap and onto the couch. He got up and went to a side table across the living room, and Ryler enjoyed watching the globes of his hard ass move.

Pike pulled out a condom from the table drawer, and Ryler laughed. “You just keep them everywhere around your apartment?”

Pike grinned. “You never know where the mood might strike.”

Ryler unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms, freeing her breasts as he swaggered back to her. She loved watching his eyes darken as he stared at her chest. She could tell by his reaction that Pike was definitely a boob man and was happy he appreciated her attributes.

“I’m starting to think you’re a bit of a man-whore,” she said.

Pike opened the condom with his teeth and sat down next to her, rolling it over his turgid cock. “I have experience.”

“Oh, so I am not off the marker, then,” she teased.

“Does that upset you?” he asked.

“Would it upset you if I said I’ve had dozens of lovers?”

Pike shook his head. “Sex is a natural occurrence and something that our bodies crave.” Pike picked her up and moved her over to him again, taking his dick in hand to rub it along her seam, circling her clit with his tip. “Besides, practice makes perfect, and I want to make sure you never have to say ice cream is better than sex again.”

Ryler’s laugh was cut off as Pike thrust inside her, filling her easily despite their lack of foreplay. The anticipation of being with him had made her wet and ready before she even got out of the car, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the fullness of him inside her.

Pike took her breast in his mouth and sucked, and she bounced on him, rolling her hips. Every time she pressed forward, there was a delightful zing that shot up to her stomach. A current that spread through Ryler’s limbs, tightening her nipples as he switched his ministrations to the other breast. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands, bringing him closer to her, and Pike’s hands gripped her ass as he moved her faster and faster, his dick sliding in and out of her in a swift, steady rhythm. She rode him at a gallop, her breath coming out in rapid pants. She’d never imagined that an orgasm could come on so fast, but as it washed over her, waves upon waves of pleasure shaking her with every thrust, she cried out in bliss. As she rode out the sensations, Pike continued to thrust, his motions becoming jerky and uneven until finally, he released her breast and groaned, his head thrown back against the couch, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. The intense expression on his face was arresting, and she couldn’t stop staring. She always thought it was strange to watch men come, oftentimes laughing at the stupid looks on their faces, but with Pike, it was empowering to study his parted lips and hungry eyes locked on her, and she didn’t want it to end.

Ryler leaned over and kissed his lips softly, her arms circling around his neck. “So that’s a quickie, huh?” she murmured.

Pike laughed. “You’ve never had one before?”

“Not in the same sense,” she said. “Usually they’re very quick, and I’m left unsatisfied.”