Page 127 of Wicked Minds
RILEY
Pressing against his chest, Royce submits to my silent demand, allowing me to push him back toward the bed. All the while, our lips remain interlocked, tongues entwined in a hungry, heated kiss that tastes of salvation and hope.
When the back of his legs hit the bed frame, he drops to the mattress, and I move to straddle his lap. His large, calloused palms land on my thighs, inching higher as our kiss deepens.
I rock against his growing erection as he palms my ass, fingers digging into the fabric of my jeans and pulling me closer. I moan into his mouth, and he eagerly swallows the sound of my pleasure.
“Fuck, Ry,” he hisses, ripping his lips from mine to lick along my neck. “I love the way you taste. I’m constantly thinking about those sweet sounds you make when I’m eating you out or fucking you with my fingers.”
Shivers race down my spine as my pussy clenches around nothing but air, and I grind harder against him, desperate for friction.
He growls, the sound wholly predatory, before grabbing me in a bruising grip and flipping me over. My back hits the mattress, and before I can process what’s happened, he’s aboveme, his fingers making quick work of my jeans as he undoes the button and drags them down my legs.
“I need to taste you,” he rasps, tugging off my sneakers and tossing my discarded jeans aside before he pushes my thighs apart and climbs between them.
I hurry to pull the jersey over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties as he drinks in every inch of exposed skin with unequivocal hunger.
Lowering his face, he licks and sucks and nibbles a tantalizing path from the back of my knee to the inside of my thighs, and I’m quivering with need by the time his nose brushes against the sopping fabric of my panties.
“You smell divine.” His voice is husky, primal, barely contained as he buries his face between my legs, inhaling deeply. “Look at you, all wet and needy for me.”
He takes another deep breath before hooking his fingers in my panties and dragging them down my legs. I lean up on my elbows, watching with a hammering heart as he kneels between my legs. The sight alone is erotic—this broad-shouldered, unrelenting mankneelingfor me.
A girl could get used to this.
Predatory eyes meet mine, the typical pale blue of his irises now molten as his fingers sweep lazily through my wet folds, his touch light, and teasing—nowhere close to what I need. “I’m going to devour this tight little pussy, and when I’m done, you’re going to come on my tongue like the filthy slut you are.” He rims my core before pushing a single digit inside. I gasp at the intrusion, arching into the sensation as he slides deeper. “You got that, James?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He smirks, his expression pure masculine satisfaction dripping with desire.
I expect him to put his head back between my legs, but he takes his time, slowly fucking me with one finger before adding a second, massaging my inner walls and driving me completely wild. The entire time, he stares at the spot where his fingers disappear inside me, and watching him watch us only pushes me higher.
His other hand rubs tight circles around my clit until I’m mewling and writhing on the bed, panting and near delirious with the need to come.
“Royce,” I plead.
Hearing his name jolts him out of whatever trance he was in, and he snaps his head up, pupils blown as he drinks me in. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs. “Already greedy to come. Not until I’ve had my fill, though.”
I groan, slapping my palm against the bed sheets in frustration as he eases out of me. His warm breath sets my nerve endings alight as he chuckles against my swollen, sensitive clit, before running his tongue along my slit.
Back arching, I fist the bedsheets as I moan. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, Royce wraps one arm around my thigh, his other hand splaying across my stomach as he goes to town, devouring my pussy with vigor.
I go feral. Incomprehensible words fall from my lips as I grind and writhe and buck against him.
“Royce! Oh, God. I’m going to come!”
He doesn’t let up on his ministrations as ecstasy radiates outward from my center, burning a path along my nerves, and I throw my head back and scream his name as my release barrels through me.
Extending my orgasm, Royce continues to lap at me until I physically pull him up, my fingers in his hair dragging him away from my sensitive core and up my body. Still fully clothed, therough fabric of his jeans scrapes against my lower half, and my already weakened legs tremble.
“I need to feel you inside me,” I state breathlessly, already clawing at his back, shoving his t-shirt up.
He locks into place above me, eyes burning with a glacial fire as they bore into mine. “Say it again,” he demands in a choked voice.
I still my movements as I focus on his face, letting him see just how serious I am. “You have all of me, Royce. No matter what. I don’t need to know everything to know I want this. That I wantyou.”
“I’ve never wantedanyonethe way I want you. For five years, I found it easy to live without sex, but since the day you crashed into me, fucking you has been all I can think about. I’ve never jacked off so much in my life.”
