Page 110 of Score on You

I moan my approval, almost missing the clank of metal knocking into a solid surface. My gaze wanders to where the hook dangles from a scrap of broken drywall. Ridge grunts while breaking the cuffs in two. He lunges for me, and I’m suddenly detached from his shaft. Before I can protest, Ridge is rearranging our position.

He sprawls flat on the floor while guiding me to straddle his lap. My vision blurs and I belatedly realize he set me on him backward. The switch puts my face in direct proximity to hispenis, which serves the original purpose. It doesn’t explain why he encouraged the shift.

That is until he rips the fabric directly over my sex. The seam of my leggings doesn’t stand a chance. My panties suffer a similar fate. Cool air kisses my slick arousal as the shredded material gapes wide open.

Ridge groans. “Need your pussy in my mouth.”

I’m not about to argue, especially when his exhale spears into me. He grips my hips seconds before his tongue begins lashing my clit. Heat immediately floods me, spreading out in a fiery wave. My body sags forward and I grasp onto his length like an anchor. Through the lust stealing my focus, I manage to get my lips around his flared tip.

We operate in this tandem formation to strive for release. Ridge isn’t taking it easy on me. His lips latch onto my sensitive bud and the pressure is exquisite torture. I double my speed, bobbing while sucking him as hard as possible. It’s almost like a competition. One I’m certain not to win.

On cue, tingles build in my lower belly. I mewl around his length. The intensity forces me to pause my attempts to win this round. To be fair, it’s mostly his fault.

The blame flings from focus as my orgasm strikes in the next second. I shatter with a muffled cry, my mouth still stuffed full. Relief explodes like a balm to cool the feverish rush. Ridge hums, the vibrations sending me to new heights. Quakes ripple through me while I ride the peak.

When the quivers fade and I regain functional mobility, I resume my methods to deliver him pleasure. My hand strokes his lower half while I suckle his tip. Ridge thrusts softly against my onslaught. His face is still buried in my core, but that doesn’t stop him from urging me on.

I swirl my tongue rapidly, which earns me a fresh round of garbled compliments. There’s a noticeable pulse in his penis. Itappears as if his balls are shrinking. Maybe these are signs he’s close.

Ridge’s palms drift across my lower back in a tender caress. “Gonna swallow?”

My throat works on reflex and I nod. That must be the answer he was waiting for. Seconds later he erupts in my mouth. A salty burst announces his release has arrived. I quickly gulp in order to catch it all. The taste is a tad bitter, but not bad. My tongue takes several laps along his tip before I finish the job.

I straighten from his lap while dabbing at my lips. There’s a definite swell lingering there, evidence of my labors. The harsh breathing behind me reveals my boyfriend has exerted himself as well. In a graceless dismount, I collapse in a heap beside him.

Ridge is staring at the ceiling. There’s a dazed gleam in his eye. I’m sure my gaze is twinkling with stars and hearts. The blissful calm settling over me suggests as much.

After several minutes of floating in mutual relaxation, I decide to creep on the silence. “Was my blowjob okay?”

Ridge blinks, a bit of the haze clearing. “Might not recover.”

My pulse skips to a happy beat. “I did well?”

He makes a gruff sound. “You literally blew my mind. I’m… speechless.”

A giggle peals from me. “Another victory, and so soon.”

“Fuck, sweetness.” Ridge scrubs over his face. “If that’s your choice of a reward, I’ll gladly lose. Score on me whenever you want a rematch.”

“But you flipped the scene on me,” I chide.

“Are you complaining about me cashing in that raincheck?”

I shake my head. “Your friend might. His wall is busted.”

“He’ll get over it. Me on the other hand?” He touches my cheek with a bent knuckle. “I’m altered to the very foundation of my existence.”

“Uh-oh, that sounds serious.”

“It sure is.” He sneaks an arm under my shoulders and tugs until I’m acting as his personal blanket. “Good thing you’re already stuck with me.”

“Permanently?”

A rumbles rises off his chest. “And then some.”

“Did you miss us?” Callie coos at the pup wiggling on her lap. “We missed you every single second.”

I grunt. “Don’t lie to the guy. You were preoccupied for most of the weekend. If not, I didn’t do it right.”

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