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“You’re incredible at giving head, Rubz,” I breathed.
She responded with a moan before taking me deeper.
I tangled my fingers through her hair, resting them on top of her head. I didn’t need to guide her or change up the pace, Ruby had things covered. I was her patient, and I was in the safest hands. Well, the safest, warmest and wettest mouth.
When my balls began to tighten, I knew my release was near. I pushed onto my elbows, glancing down. “I’m close, Rubz.”
She seductively peered up, her heavy eyes locking with mine, all the while keeping up her pace.
“Fuck, baby. Are you going to let me come in your mouth?”
Her tongue tightened around me as she nodded.
Tonight just kept getting better.
She reached up, her hands slipping beneath my shirt before her fingernails dragged across my abdomen. Knowing how close my ending was, I couldn’t help but hold my breath.
When Ruby whimpered, it sent an overwhelming reverberation through my cock and balls. That was my undoing. I was a total goner.
I shot into her mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat as my hips instinctively jerked off the bed. Ruby sucked me dry, her tongue working as she swallowed every drop.
It took me over a minute to pull myself together. I was so high on cloud nine, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find my way back down. Honestly? I didn’t overly care to.
Once my breaths evened out, Ruby slowly released me from her mouth, purposely dragging her tongue along my length one last time.
“I thought you said you were stuffed from dinner,” I teased as she sat up, kneeling back on her ankles.
She chuckled. “I’ve always got room for your dick, Wheels.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Don’t overthink it
Ruby
I absentmindedly swirled the wine in my glass while one of Jaz’s reality programs played in the background. The worst thing about these dating shows was how addictive they were. I didn’t know any of the contestants, or even which couples were matched, but nine minutes in, and I was hooked.
“I’d never go on one of these shows,” Bri stated, shaking her head with distaste. “The fact the guys wear more self-tanner than the girls is a serious turn off.”
Seriously, some of them appeared more orange than brown –hard to miss when they spent most of their time in nothing but tight shorts. Apparently, shirts were banned on this show.
“I’d never go on a dating show, period,” Daisy added. “Relationships are messy enough. How humiliating airing it all out on camera.”
I raised my glass. “I can vouch for that.”
Jaz lowered the volume a few notches. “Is Noah still contacting you?”
“I haven’t heard from him for a while actually.”
Ryker’s warning seemed to have worked. I’d expected a follow-up text from Noah the next morning, once the alcohol had worn off, but I hadn’t received anything.
Speaking of texts... my phone went off against the coffee table. Picking it up, a smile stretched across my face seeing Ryker’s name on the screen. I’d always loved seeing it, but lately, I was beginning to crave it.
Ryker: Are you coming home for my mum’s birthday?
Ruby: Nope :( I’m working the night shift on Saturday.
Ryker: Damn. I was hoping I’d get to see you.
