Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I suck in a harsh breath to steady my nerves before sinking to my knees and staring up at him. Barely am I aware of the concrete beneath them. I’m too intent on the moment unfolding between us and the erratic thrum of my pulse.
This isn’t something I’ve done before.
Well, that’s not altogether true. I’ve gone down on a couple of the guys I’ve dated but never out in the open where someone could stumble upon us. That knowledge only heightens the excitement that rushes through my veins.
“What does it look like?”
“Fuck.” He draws out the low sound as his eyes widen.
My lips tremble. “Sort of.”
That has him groaning as I lower the zipper. The grind of metal is the only sound I’m cognizant of. When I realize he isn’t going to stop me, my attention drops to the thick length fighting to break free.
His fingers slide gently through my hair as he tips my head upward so that I’m forced to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
It’s strange to realize that I’m telling the truth. I want to do this. I want to give Ryder this pleasure. How could I not when he’s already given me so much? I have no idea when all of this will come to an end, and I’m unsure if any other guy will be able to inspire these kinds of feelings. It doesn’t seem possible, and I want to embrace it all before everything goes back to normal between us.
As soon as that thought pops into my brain, I shove it away, not wanting to dwell on the lifespan of this relationship. I want nothing more than to live in the moment and squeeze every drop that I can from it.
My fingers grip the elastic band of his underwear before dragging down the cotton until his cock is able to spring free. The masculine scent of him invades my senses as I press my lips to the mushroom-shaped head. His hard flesh is hot to the touch. A groan rumbles up from deep within his chest as my tongue darts out to lick at the crown before drawing him between my lips. As I do, his fingers tighten around my scalp. The touch isn’t punishing. He exerts just enough pressure for me to understand that he’s holding me firmly in place and likes what I’m doing.
That’s all the encouragement I need to draw him in deeper. My gaze lifts, locking on his as my hands slide around the backs of his muscular thighs to press him closer.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look on your knees. The way you’re staring at me like I’m your fucking everything…” His deep voice trails off as a guttural sound falls from his lips and fills the chilled night air.
At the moment, it’s one hundred percent true.
Ryder is my everything.
There’s just him.
And me.
Nothing else.
None of the usual constraints that keep us locked in the roles we’ve always played. Especially with each other.
Him the hot, talented hockey player wanted by everyone.
Me the studious bookworm who prefers to hole up in her apartment on the weekends.
There’s a small part buried deep down inside that secretly wonders if Ryder has always been my everything.
His cock grows impossibly hard as I draw him deep inside my mouth until he can nudge the back of my throat. I’ve never blown anyone like this.
I’ve never wanted to.
In the past, it was more of a chore. Something I did to please the person I was with. It never turned me on or excited me. This experience couldn’t be more different. My clit feels like it’s thumping to the steady pulse of the music.
One hand slips from the back of his thigh to cup his balls through his boxers. A harsh hiss falls from his lips as I do.
“You keep that up much longer and I’m going to come.”
That would be the end goal.
It’s gently that he attempts to push me away. “Juliette…”
His voice is tortured.
My mouth turns voracious, pulling him deeper inside me until it feels like he’s halfway down my throat. Tears prick my eyes as I keep them pinned to him, wanting to see every flicker of pleasure that crosses his face.
“Fuck baby…that feels so damn amazing.”
With a groan, his muscles stiffen as he arches. His hips continue to piston as his fingers tighten around the sides of my head. Only then do I feel the warm spurt of his release. Utter bliss floods his expression as his eyelids feather closed and his head tips back, exposing the thickly corded muscles of his throat.
Have I ever seen anything sexier than Ryder losing control?
The fact that I’m the one who made him come undone only heightens my own arousal.
It’s a heady sensation.
Being on my knees is what brought him to his.