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There was something about the way he said it. It didn’t feel like a line. It truly felt as though he meant it. And that tugged on my heart more than I cared to admit.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
AnI-want-youthing
Ryker
It was a miracle I hadn’t already blown my load. While eating Ruby’s pussy, I’d subtly pinched my cock to save exactly that from happening. I couldn’t remember ever been this turned on. Maybe it was the whole forbidden element turning up the heat. Whatever the reason, I was going with it.
My thoughts lagged, struggling to keep up with the realisation that this wasactuallyhappening. That’d I’d hooked up with Ruby. That I’d just gone down on her. That she was currently jerking me off.
“You can be rougher than that,” I told her, my voice coarse and gravelly.
“Are you sure? That wouldn’t hurt?”
“Nope.”
“I won’t break your penis?”
I barked out a laugh. “No, Ruby. You won’t break my penis.”
Ruby’s uncertainty wasn’t coming from inexperience, but from the strangeness of being with someone new. Not only was I the first guy since Noah, I was theonlyguy other than him – and just the second to ever make her come, assuming he’d held up some dignity in the bedroom.
The fact Ruby thought she didn’t enjoy coming on a guy’s tongue told me Noah was below average in that department, which was a tragedy... for him.
When I’d told Ruby I could do this all day, I’d lied. What I’d really meant was that I could do this all day, every day, until the day I died. I’d gladly roll her back over right now and spend the rest of the day making her feel good. Fuck my dick and what he needed.
The way Ruby’s leg rested over my hip meant that each time she pumped my dick, it grazed her slick pussy. I’m guessing it was intentional, because she was only becoming wetter. One small shift, and I could be inside her – not that I would.
When I’d said I’d go as slow as she needed, I’d meant it. Besides, I had my own reservations. I didn’t want to damage this friendship either.
Easier said than done when my dick was in her hands.
“You’re big,” Ruby breathed.
Fuck. She knew how to paint a guy’s ego.
When I fused my mouth to hers, she made her signature sweet noise – a mix between a whimper and a moan. I wanted to capture the sound and set it as my alarm tone.
As I slipped my hands beneath her –my– hoodie, her sharp nipples brushed against my calloused palms. As eager as I was to see her naked, I’d have to rely on my imagination for a little while longer. Baby steps were the right approach here.
No matter how determined I was to keep everything between us the same, this had undeniably changed things. Right now, I couldn’t have been more okay with that.
With a low groan, I rocked into Ruby’s tight grip. She watched me with eagerness, her eyes wide and lips parted. I took advantage and slipped my tongue inside her mouth, hoping she didn’t mind tasting herself.
The feminine whimper I was met with sent me over the edge. I shot off in her hand, coating her stomach and mine, and making an immediate mess of my sheets. Not that I fucking cared one bit right now. I’d deal with that later.
My forehead fell against Ruby’s as I exhaled heavily, fighting to catch my breath.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d slept beside her. It had started when we were kids, when sharing a bed with the opposite sex was innocent. Even as we grew up – through puberty, first times and losing our naivety – sleeping beside her never stopped feeling normal, like crashing with a teammate or one of the guys. But there was nothing innocent about what had just happened.
This shift was big. I was torn on how much to analyse it and simply let it unfold.
Ruby grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Did we really just do that?”
“Yeah, we did.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You went down on me.”
