Page 82 of Ruined

Blake frowns, signing something again.

“She asked, forgot what?”

“You’re on your period.”

Blake swallows, nodding, dropping her hands from against her stomach. Looking up at Ryker, we both wear the same expression, neither of us understanding what just happened.

“Blake, we both have no problem fucking you while you’re on your period,” Ryker says.

Blake looks up at me, searching for a lie that’s not there. I have no problem getting messy and neither does Ryker.

Before she can second guess or even fully think, I lean down, slamming my mouth against hers. My finger pinches her nipple, pulling it before I knead her tit. I pull back when I feel her lifting her hips up. Ryker grabs her pants pulling them off and tossing them to the side. He moves off the couch, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Blake bites her bottom lip, glancing up at me before her eyes pull back to Ryker.

Squeezing her tits, Ryker kisses up her thigh, making Blake squirm against him. He licks along her slit before he uses his finger to spread her lips apart. Blake digs her nails into my arm, eyes bouncing between what Ryker is doing and me.

“Fuck,” Ryker growls, pulling back. Blake jerks when she sees blood coating his mouth. “Be a good girl and fuck Jace.”

Blake looks up at me and I grin, waiting to see what she is going to do. Slowly sitting up, Blake stands beside the couch watching as I pull my pants and boxer briefs down. Fisting my cock, I scoot down some, watching Blake take a step towards me. Grabbing her hips, I help her climb onto my lap. Holding my base, Blake slowly eases down, mouth hanging open as I fill her.

“Shit,” I hiss. Blake rests her hands against my chest, all her fingers digging into my skin. Gripping her hips tightly, I help lift her up and then back down. Moving faster her pussy clenches around my length, strangling me. Blake throws her head back, pleasure building inside, I press my fingers against her clit.

“Cum for me,” I growl. Pinching her clit, Blake slams down on my cock, cumming. I don’t give her time to calm down before I’m pulling her off me, flipping her around so she’s facing out and slamming her down on my cock. Pulling her legs up to her chest, I thrust into her, fucking her harder. Blake rolls her head against my shoulder, breathing heavy in my ear.

I’m vaguely aware of Ryker moving, but it’s not until I feel something move against my cock. I slow my pace down, glancing over Blake to see Ryker on his knees, his mouth over Blake’s clit.

Ryker meets my eyes, his tongue licks from my cock up her slit sucking on her clit. I’ve never touched another man, but I can’t lie about his tongue feeling good while being inside Blake.

Biting my lip, my thrusts quicken, between her wetness and Rykers tongue, my thrusts become sloppy.

“Blake, cum for me,” I breathe out. “F—fuck, Blake, cum for me now!” I grit out. Blake nods her head, clenching around me. I don’t know what Ryker is doing anymore, but Blake cums, sparking my release.

“FUCK!” I yell, unloading into her cunt. Breathing fast, I drop Blake’s leg, wrapping my arms around her waist. Closing my eyes, my heart beats faster than I think it’s ever done.

“Come here,” Ryker says. My eyes pop open. Releasing my hands from Blake, he bends down, picking her up. Walking around the couch, I watch him move towards his room. “You too, Jacey,” he calls.

Rolling my eyes, I get to my feet, my legs feeling like Jell-O. I tell myself I have to talk to him about what just happened, but it can wait until tomorrow.

I wake up to Blake lying across my chest, breathing in my ear. Feeling her against me brings a calmness over me that I didn’t think I would ever have.

The blanket doesn’t cover her enough, so I can see the raised scars across her back. Remembering back just a few weeks ago when she was scared to touch me, now she sleeps across my chest. Syncing our breaths to match.

My finger traces along her back, wondering how anyone could hurt Blake. How could they break her apart? Torture her. I can’t wrap my head around how someone could do that. Or how Dimitri could let it happen.

Before I could let my anger get the better of me, I slide out from under Blake, shoving a pillow underneath her. Sliding on a pair of sweatpants, I ease out of the bedroom. I spot Ryker in the kitchen, staring out the window.

“Morning,” I mutter. Grabbing a mug, I pour myself a cup of coffee.

“Morning.”

Leaning against the counter, I take a sip of coffee.

“I think we should talk,” I blurt out. I hadn’t expected to talk to him right away about what happened last night, but with Blake asleep and feeling some awkwardness, now seems like a good idea.

Ryker turns and raises a brow at me.

“Don’t give me that. You licked my dick, Ryker,” I yell out.Oh, fuck.I cringe, watching Ryker frown, smirk and then glance off in the distance. “I mean, you did… right?” I might be second guessing myself now. I mean, I’m pretty sure I felt him lick my cock. But now, with him staring at me like I’ve grown two heads, I’m not so sure.

“I did,” Ryker finally answers.

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