“Baby, you’re so wet. You needed this,” he says, and slides a finger into me. My body closes around his thickness, and I quiver as he finds my G-spot.
“Rider,” I cry. “Don’t…stop, doing that,” I breathe out, and lean forward to hold on for the ride.
“You mean this?” he asks and works his finger in and out of me, his tongue sliding languidly over my clit. “Feel good, baby?”
“Yes, it feels incredible,” I groan, and he shuffles forward on the floor, forcing me backward until my knees hit the bed. He nudges me until I fall onto the mattress, and he reaches up, runs his thumb over my breasts and gives me a little shove until I’m flat on my back. He readjusts my legs and puts them over his shoulders, and I go up on my elbows to watch.
Oh my God, Rider between my legs, his fingers in me, his mouth all over my pussy has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You have the prettiest little cunt,” he says and my eyes go wide. He sneaks a glance at me, likely to catch my reaction to his dirty mouth, but the spasming of my body gives me away. “You like that, Jules? You like when I tell you how pretty your cunt is?”
“Yes,” I garble, and rock toward his mouth.
He chuckles. “So eager and needy.”
Drunk on him, I say, “Please.”
“What is it you need from me?” he asks and fucks me with one thick finger.
“That,” I say shamelessly.
“How about this?” He takes my clit into his mouth, runs it between his teeth and I swear to God I’m no longer on the bed. No, I’m pretty damn sure I’m levitating, lost in the clouds as he takes me higher and higher.
“Rider, holy God.”
“I take that as a yes.” He nibbles some more, then changes the pace, sliding into me fast, harder, the sharp blade of his tongue lashing against my swollen clit in the most glorious ways. What the hell is this man doing to me? No guy has ever pleasured me like this, turned my body into liquid, but that thought brings on another. I sober quickly, afraid I’ve gone too far, that I’m on a crash course with no choice but to slip from the tenuous hold on reality, lose all sense of control and fall to the ground without a safety net.
Once again, he reads my body language, and his mouth is right there, next to my ear, as he keeps a finger inside me. “Don’t overthink this, Jules. I’ve got you,” he says. “I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispers. “I promise. I want to make this good for you.”
His words, the soft comforting way they’re spoken, seep into my skin, climb over the barriers and bring on a calm as they squeeze my heart.
“Think about how good this feels,” he says and slides a second finger into me for a beautiful snug fit as he goes back between my legs.
“Yes,” I say as pleasure rockets through me.
He sucks my clit, and my hips come off the bed, seeking, searching, my thoughts focused solely on the pleasure this man is giving me.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “You taste so fucking good.”
I hiss out a breath as sensations center on my core, and the next thing I know, my body is convulsing around his fingers and mouth. I jerk forward, writhe, smash my clit against his face as I take what I want without a care in the damn world. Perfection, and so out of character for me. But this is Rider, not my ex, and we’re friends with benefits. I can be myself with him, no judgement, just acceptance.
“Rider,” I cry and grip his hair, run my nails through, all the while holding him to me like I’m afraid this is a dream and will end any second. He licks me, lightly pets my sex, and when the spasms stop, he climbs up my body.
“Do you have any idea how sexy it is when you come?”
“No,” I say, as heat colors my cheeks. My God, I was squirming and screaming his name like it was my job, like I’d never had good, or rather great, sex in my life. Which I haven’t.
“Now that I know how good I can make you feel, I want to make you come again and again. Fuck, the way you taste, move your sweet body, call my name. I fucking love it.” I gulp and try to turn away, but he cups my face.
“Hey,” he whispers, and brushes his thumb over my cheek, those intense gray eyes of his turning serious. “You never need to be embarrassed with me and I don’t want to play games, okay. Let’s just be open and honest here.”
As he searches my face for truth, his cock indents my leg and I moan. If he wants total honesty… “I want you in my mouth again,” I admit, my mouth watering with the thoughts of it. “I like the taste of you, too.”
“Jesus.” He shakes his head, and an agonized groan crawls out of his throat. I bite my tongue to stop the chuckle from surfacing. But I have to say I love this openness between us. It’s…freeing, and not something I’ve ever really experienced before. “As much as I’d like that too,” he continues. “I’m so fucking close, babe, and I want in here,” he says and slides a finger into me.
“God, I want that too,” I murmur arousal curling around me as my core grips him.
In a hurried move, he grabs his pants from the floor and his sudden absence leaves cold where there was once warmth, but then he’s back again, sliding on the condom and repositioning me on the bed like I’m a rag doll. Which pretty much describes the current state of my limbs.