Page 67 of Dirty Roulette
My brain is clearly in my panties. I down my seventh shot of tequila at this after-party and slam the glass on the counter while sucking on a lime. Loud music booms, cheerleaders marvel at football players, and I’m fantasizing about sitting on Ryder’s face. Any morals I possessed have been evicted with a pretty pink slip. They packed their bags and left.
Charlie just started playing a round of beer pong with Jared and Nick. Giving me the perfect opportunity to disappear in the mesh of people. I’m loopy, stumbling to the couch Ryder lounges on. My insides boil into mush. Fingers quiver. I straddled his lap on a whim, taking him away from whatever conversation he was having with other teammates.
The cheesy remark falls from my lips and whispers into his ears, “Your girlfriend wants to lick you.” Biting his earlobes, and nuzzling myself in his neck, I say, “All over. I want to lick you everywhere.”
He chuckles, running a hand over my chin. “Oh, yeah?” He lifts up both brows. His fingers brush the skin on my thighs as they sneak underneath my uniform. He leans into my ear. “Your boyfriend wants to hear you scream his name.”
I want his mouth on mine, and there is no way I’m waiting another twenty-four hours for him to make me explode underneath him. He grabs my hand, and we scurry off and lock ourselves in the bathroom.
Yanking on a fistful of his gorgeous dark hair, we kiss hard. I stumble back, my ass hitting the countertop of the sink. His mouth devours me. The aftertaste of vanilla and whiskey greets the roof of my mouth. There isn’t a second to breathe with the way our tongues are dancing.
In one swoop, he plants me on the counter, ripping my spandex off and spreading my legs with force. Once his lips meet my opening, the back of my head hits the mirror hard, and we both burst into laughter.
“Calm down. Don’t break it.” He laughs.
“Shut up.”
He peppers my inner thigh with kisses. “Don’t tempt me. I won’t let you come.”
“No, I want you,” I whine. His fingers engrave their mark into my thighs.
“Convince me.”
I yank on his hair, bringing him back between my thighs. He kisses my opening like he does my mouth. His tongue dips inside, and brushes against my clit, gentle with care. I thrust my hips into his mouth, whimpering until the sucking and nibbles have me slipping on the marble.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
I’m cursing and my legs aren’t working as his tongue laps over the bundle of nerves throbbing for a release. He buries his face, kissing, licking and sucking. The music outside bumps, and the buzzswimming in my head has me being extra carefree. I’m moaning. Loud. “Ryder!” It’s building. My thighs tingle and I’m on the brink of rapture. “I love your tongue. You’re going to make me...!”
Too late. He flicks his tongue faster, and I finally explode. I can’t think straight as it spreads all over my body. “Oh,my god, Ryder...” My orgasm lasts longer than I expect, sizzling across my skin through every nerve ending from my head to my toes. In those seconds, I’m convinced I’m in love with him.
Ryder showers my inner thigh with kisses until my tremors subside. With a satisfied grin, he licks the edges of his lips.Oh, my God. Does that mean he likes the way I taste? Either I’m really drunk or the fuzzy happy smile on his face makes me even hornier. Before I can overthink it, I’m pushing myself off the counter and fighting with the button on his jeans. We stumble to the wall next to the towel rack.
“Jeez Payt...”
Ryder slips, righting himself with the rack and knocking off the neatly folded towels to the floor. One hard tug as I drop to my knees, and his jeans are riding low on his waist.
His hard-on springs out of his boxers, and like a cherry popsicle, I take all of him into my mouth. My tongue worships his throbbing length. “Oh,shit.” Ryder uses both hands and grabs my pigtails, fisting them. I’m slurping him up, wanting to hold the title of giving him the best blowjobs this world has ever seen. His heartbeat pounds in his veins, and it’s beating along my tongue, milking every inch of him.
My lips are soaking wet, slobbering all over his dick. I let him fuck my mouth slow, thrusting in and out. His eyes are glossy, and he’s parting his mouth, groaning in pleasure. “Shit... yes, like that.” The back of his head hits the wall.
He jerks, as he squirts into my mouth, and an endless amount of liquid candy slides down my throat.
BANG BANG BANG. Two fists rap loudly on the door. “Hurry the hell up!” A chick yells from the other side. Ryder’s dick pops out of my mouth and I almost yelp as I cover my lips with both hands.
“Fuck off!” Ryder leans his head against the wall with his brows narrowing.
“Ryder? Is that you?”
“Charlie?” He asks.
“Open the damn door!” The handle rattles. "I need to piss!"
My heart leaps out of my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. The frantic knock on the door resounds, and my back hits the wall.
“You gotta be kidding.” Ryder whispers and pulls up his jeans, buttoning them up. “We need to tell her.” The vein in his neck pulsates, and the pleasure once gleaming in his eyes molds into a serious expression.
“No...” I whimper, and I’m flooded with emotions and a serpent coils around my neck, constricting me so hard I can’t catch my breath. “She’s... she’s…” I’m trembling, nauseous. All the drinks swimming in my stomach are about to resurface.
