Page 43 of The Summer Dare
“You’re lucky. I’m getting a new roommate next year and I’m a little nervous.”
Setting my bag on his bed, he takes my dress and hangs it on a hook behind his bedroom door. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he says as he turns and reaches for me.
“Mmmm… I’ve missed you,” I moan as I breathe in his delicious scent.
“It’s been a long three days,” he says, pulling me closer. “I couldn’t wait for you to get here.”
Tipping up on my toes, I press my lips to his and whisper, “Same,” before showing him just how much I’ve missed him. Knowing we can’t get carried away, I break our kiss and ask, “Did you help with everything you needed to this morning?”
“Yep. We have a few hours before we have to leave again.How long will you need to get ready?” he asks, looping my arms around his neck.
I pretend to contemplate. “Hmmm… that depends…”
Running his fingers under my shirt he asks, “On?”
“On whether or not you’re in the shower with me.”
Lifting the hem of my shirt, he grins. “I’ll make you a deal. We set the alarm for an hour, and then we’ll be responsible adults and showerseparatelywhen it goes off. I’ll even be a gentleman and let you go first.”
“That’s only because you know we’ll never make it to the wedding otherwise,” I tease, reaching for the hem of my shirt to drag it over my head. Ryan reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, letting it drop to the floor.
“Alexa,” Ryan’s voice carries throughout the room, “set an alarm for one hour.”
While I work at the button of my shorts, he steps back from me and rips his shirt over his head. Then hastily shucks his gym shorts and boxers all before the animated voice can respond, “Alarm set for one hour.”
When both of us are naked, I watch Ryan grip his hard cock and stroke it as he demands, “Get on the bed.”
I don’t have to be told twice.
Scurrying up the bed, I turn to see Ryan stalking toward me. The moment his knee makes the bed dip, my inner muscles clench and desire flows through me.
As he crawls up the bed to settle between my body, my legs part inviting him in.
“Are you wet for me, Lanie? ”he asks as his finger trails along my innerthigh.
“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I challenge, hoping like hell he’ll give me some relief soon.
Hovering over me, he props himself up on one arm, while the other continues to taunt and tease me, making me beg, “Ryan, I need you inside me.”
“Patience,” he whispers as his finger traces a circle around the entrance of my slit. “I wanna feel you first. Close your eyes and tell me what you feel.”
The moment my eyes close, his lips brush a feathery kiss against mine.
When I don’t answer, his finger stops. “Lanie?”
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
‘Then tell me?” he coaxes by continuing his circular motion.
“Your breath is warm on my face. Your kiss felt soft, yet firm on my lips. You taste…” When his finger slowly dips in, then slides out, I cry out, “Oh, yes, Ryan. Right there.”
Without missing a beat he feathers kisses across my body as he adds another finger. Instead of keeping them in the same rhythm, each time he dips in, he spreads them apart, in a scissor motion, making my body come alive. In and out, back and forth, he finds a rhythm that has the energy in my spine starting to pool.
When he kisses across my chest and down my abdomen, I feel like I might combust in anticipation. My muscles clench and my body stiffens the moment his tongue swipes along my slit and around my clit.
Flattening his tongue he flicks at my clit as his fingers work my pussy into a frenzy. The second he reaches upand plays my nipple between his finger and thumb, I fly over the edge of no return. Pulse after pulse of electric currents flow from my spine, reaching from my head to my toes.
“Ohmigod, Ryan. Right there,” I pant as he continues like a man on a mission to milk every last twitch out of me.
