Page 36 of Hungry Hearts

“Maia.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. But you don’t have to do this.”

I sit taller on my knees and place my hands on his thighs, leaning over him. “You say that like it’s going to be a terrible experience for me. Are you ashamed of the heat you’re packing behind that zipper, Ry-dog?”

His torso shakes with laughter. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Do whatever the hell you want to me, Angel. And when you’re done, I’m going to reciprocate and love every fucking second.” He drops his head back down and spreads his legs.

“Is that so?” I clench my thighs together to ward off my need as I unbutton his jeans and slide his zipper down. He lifts his hips to help while I shimmy his jeans off. When they pool at his feet, I take his shoes off and chuck them to the side of the room, followed by his jeans.

His erection stands proud and my mouth waters. Taking my time, I skim my hands up his calves and glide my chest against his thighs, letting my hair brush across his erection. I lower my mouth to his hip, take a gentle nip, and trace my tongue across his lower abdomen. When his abs clench, I take a nip of his other hip.

“Maia,” he warns. His cock rubs eagerly against my chest. “Fuck. Take your shirt off so I can at least rub my cock against your tits.”

I cluck my tongue at him. “Always so bossy. Stop your yapping or I’m going to forget what I wanted to do to you, and we’ll have to go for a walk instead.”

“Fuck that.” He falls back again with a frustrated sigh.

Now I understand why he teases me so much. There’s pleasure in it for both of us. While he may be moaning in pretend agony and frustration, the way his cock keeps twitching, and the glistening tip, tell me he’s more than enjoying the taunt.

Deciding to put him out of his misery, I trail my tongue along theVof his hips. Without touching him with my fingers, I continue a trail with my tongue up his shaft, stopping at the tip. Ryder lifts his hips to my mouth, needy and fidgety.

“What do you want me to do, Ryder?” I whisper against his cock, making him use his words as he had done to me.

“Whatever the fuck you want, Maia. Whatever. The fuck. You want. I’m dying here,” he groans.

“And if I want to go for a walk?”

“You’re gonna have to give me a few minutes. I’m in no walking condition right now.”

His response should surprise me. I thought he’d fire off sexual threats, in the most teasing way, but even in his state, he continues to respect how far I’m willing to go.

Deciding he’s had enough torture, I curl my lips around my teeth and lower my mouth on him. I don’t tease anymore and grip him by the base as I bob my head up and down, sucking his thick length to the back of my throat. Ryder grabs my hair and doesn’t shove or even guide me. He holds on like his life depends on it.

“Maia. Shit. Fuck. Christ. Your mouth is Heaven and Hell. What you do to me...” He trails off and moans.

His cock swells even more and I gag at his girth and length. I want to continue, but my core is on fire and in desperate need of his touch. With my free hand, I work the button and zipper of my jeans open and try to shimmy out of them.

It’s impossible to do it one-handed, but I don’t want to let him go. I take him deeper, and as I rise to my feet, still crouched over him, I work my jeans down. My technique is sloppy and anything but steady, but eventually, I’m naked on my bottom half.

I release him from my mouth and crawl up his body. When he feels my bare legs against his and my wet core against his cock, his eyes fly open.

Ryder bolts upright, loops his hands under my thighs, and swings me to his side so we’re in reverse positions. He drops to his knees and gives me no warning when he shoves his shoulders between my legs and drops his mouth to my center.

“Ryder!” I cry out, clutching his hair now. I’m not as still and gentle as he was when I went down on him. I ride his face, pushing myself on him, needing the pressure.

When he inserts one finger, then two inside me, I nearly catapult off the bed.

“I’m so close. I’m going to—” He hooks his fingers just right and licks my clit until I’m shaking and convulsing around his head.

When my breathing has somewhat normalized, he climbs onto his bed and hovers over me. “Still wanna go for that walk?”

“I can’t move my legs.”

“Then why don’t you lay back and rest them on my shoulders?” He lifts my ankles over his shoulders and drives himself deep inside me.

I clutch at his sheets for something to hold on to, but it isn’t enough. I blindly reach for him and find his narrow waist. Digging my fingers into his skin and my heels into his shoulders, I pull him in for more.

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