Page 20 of The Single Dads Club
I pull back, terrified she’s come to her senses and is going to put the brakes on this whole thing. “What is it?”Blood pounds through my veins.
Her nose scrunches up. “You didn’t, like, sleep with a whole bunch of groupies while you were gone, did you?”
I smooth my thumb over the worry lines in her forehead.I can’t blame her for being worried. The shit some of my teammates do isn’t exactly a state secret.“No. I haven’t slept with anyone in months.”
This makes Ryleigh smile.
“Why are you worried? You didn’t have a whole bunch of dudes over while I was gone, did you?” I’m kidding, but I can’t help but tease her a little.At the same time, the thought of it makes my blood heat.
She swats my arm. “I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”
That news is surprising. She’s beautiful, and so sweet. “In that case, I think you deserve the deluxe treatment.” I smirk.
“Hmm.” She grins. “And what does thedeluxe treatmentinvolve?”
“Come here.” I stand, lift her in my arms, and carry her to my bedroom, where I place her on the bed. Then I tug her closer and press her thighs apart as I lower myself into the space between her legs.
“Alexei ...” She begins to protest, and then I draw her damp little panties down her legs. And when my tongue meets her silken wet core, her protests fade into cries of pleasure.
“Lie back and enjoy, baby. I intend to taste every inch of you tonight.”
I lick and suck at her tender flesh, holding her hips still with my hands. She tastes so good. All sweet, feminine arousal, and knowing it’s for me makes me impossibly harder.
Within minutes, Ryleigh’s cries change into something more primal. She’s so damn close. Her pants and heavy breaths are about to make me come in my damn jeans like a teenager.
I push one finger inside her tight heat and groan at how good she feels. Ryleigh cries out, lifting her hips to rock in time to my movements. Another lazy circle of my tongue and she comes, her body clenching around my finger as she cries out, panting my name.
It’s the best fucking sound in the entire world.
A few moments later, I join her on the bed, kissing and nibbling her inner thighs as I move up her body to lie beside her.
Her hazy eyes blink open and find mine. “Wow. I think I’m a huge fan of the deluxe treatment,” she says, her voice breathy.
I can’t help the chuckle that tumbles from my lips. Her honesty always gets me. Most girls I meet are only after my status, and are thrilled that I’m giving them the time of day, most likely with the hope that they’ll become a permanent fixture in my life. Ryleigh doesn’t care about that, and she’s fought me every step of the way up to this point.
When Ryleigh’s warm palm cups me through my boxers, my smile fades. I’m trying to rein in the desire I have for this woman, but she’s making it more difficult than I thought ... that and the amount of time since I’ve been laid are at war with the gentlemanly pedestal Ryleigh has placed me on.
“Can I touch you?” she asks.
“Fuck yes.”
Ryleigh plants a kiss to my chest on her way down, stopping to tickle my ab muscles with her tongue until she’s eye to eye with her prize.
I tug my boxers and jeans down in one swift movement and chuck them over the side of the bed. Ryleigh’s eyes widen as she takes me in.
“Oh, Alexei.” She groans, wrapping her delicate fist around my swollen shaft and giving it a firm stroke.
Oh God.
I release a guttural noise, and my eyes fall closed. I’ve wanted her hands on me since I first met her, and this is almost too much. Sensation overload takes over all rational thought.
“Yes, baby. Stroke me, please.” I’m not above begging,because her hand beats my hand every day of the week.
But Ryleigh has other ideas. She lowers herself between my legs, her back arching as she brings her mouth to me. The curve of her bare ass is distracting, and my gaze moves between that enticing view to the slow, wet kiss she’s currently treating the head of my cock to that feels so damn good.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I growl when she swallows my whole length all the way to the back of her throat.
So good.
