Page 47 of Joyride
Sketch chuckles. “You got it.”
We say our goodbyes and head back to my apartment. Shade and Sienna are staying at the house and preparing some meals to freeze to help make things easier when Buster and Cali bring Caden home. Tonight is the first night since we’ve been back in Texas that Sketch and I have gotten a chance to be alone.
We walk through the front door, Sketch locks it behind him. I turn to face him, his eyes burn with desire. I bite my bottom lip, taking slow steps backward toward my room. He cocks an eyebrow at me, stalking toward me. I turn to run down the hall but I’m stopped by strong, tattooed arms around my waist. I squeal at his touch, giggling as he pulls me close to him.
“Where do you think you’re going, Little Bird.” The heat of his breath along the shell of my ear sends a shiver down my spine. He places a kiss on my neck, right behind my ear. My eyes flutter closed. “Hmm?”
“Nowhere, now,” I smart off.
He chuckles, turning me around in his arms. “You’re so fuckin’ adorable.”
His hands come to the back of my thighs and lift me up, and I instantly wrap my legs around him.
“You’re not half bad yourself,” I tease. My eyes fall to his lips. I nibble on my bottom lip, wanting to make the first move, but I’m nervous. His finger comes to my chin. With the slightest pressure, I lift my eyes to his.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.” It comes out more breathy than I intend.
He growls, walking us to my room. I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor as we walk through the door. Sketch peppers kisses over the tops of my tits. Sliding my fingers through his hair, I grab a fist full. I tighten my grip as he bites and sucks on my right boob. My head tips back, a moan falling from my lips. Trailing kisses up my neck, I loosen my grip again. I give his hair a tug, making him tip his head back a fraction and cover his lips with my own.
Sketch pulls away at the same time tossing me on my bed. He rips his shirt over his head. I scoot down the bed until I’m sitting on the edge, right in front of him. He reaches for his jeans, but I stop him.
“Let me.” I reach for the button on his jeans. Sketch inhales a sharp breath as my fingers graze his skin. I unbutton and pull them down, taking his boxer briefs, too. His dick springs free. I look at him, asking with my eyes if I can touch him.
“You can touch it.”
I wrap my fingers around his cock, slowly moving my hand up and back down. I keep going, earning a moan from him. It gives me the boost of confidence I need. While I move my hand, I lean down and lick the tip. Sketch’s fingers tangle in my hair. I let him slide in my mouth, wrapping my lips around him.
“Oh, fuck.” He pulls out of my grip. “If I let you keep going, I won’t last long.”
He unbuttons my shorts, sliding them down my legs. Sketch gets on his knees. He pushes my panties to the side, flicking my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. My hips buck off the bed as he slides two fingers in my pussy.
“Mmm, Logan,” I moan.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You,” I say. “I want you.”
He kisses the inside of my thigh while massaging my cunt. “You have me right here.”
I groan, throwing my arms over my face. “I want you inside me. I want your cock inside me.”
“That’s my girl.” He pulls his fingers out and I miss them instantly. I peek under my arm at him at the same time he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking my wetness off them. I watch how he opens a condom and slides it on. He teases my opening with the tip of his dick, before pushing himself in. He puts his weight on one elbow, and with his free-hand lifts my leg over his hip.
I slide my hand into his hair, pulling his face to mine and kissing him. I slide my tongue along his bottom lip before sweeping it through his mouth to tangle with his, moaning into his mouth.
He breaks the kiss. “I wanna hear you moan for me.”
“Logan,” I moan. I meet him thrust for thrust. “Harder, please.”
He growls into the crook of my neck but complies.
“Oh, yes!” I grip the blanket with one hand while digging my nails into his back with the other.
His thumb finds my clit and rubs. “Come for me, babe.”
I call out his name as my release hits me hard. He thrusts into me a couple more times before he follows with his release, growling out my name. He rolls off me and pulls me into him to cuddle. We fall asleep, tangled in each other's arms.
