Don't Forget Me Tomorrow(49)

A tortured groan left him when I tugged at his jeans. He stood then, knocking the chair over as the man rose to tower over me.

A fortress of shadows.

I gulped when Ryder started shoving his jeans down until he was kicking them off his feet and pulling his tee over his head at the same time.

He straightened.

Completely bare.

A shudder rocked through me, and I wasn’t even sure how I remained kneeling as I rushed to take in every inch of him.

Every carved, muscled edge, his skin covered in a canvas of ink. The strength that rippled and his dark beauty that bled from his pores.

My fingertips brushed over the chocolate chip cookie he had tattooed on his hip. Wondering if I’d been wrong. If he had thought about me like this.

I did my best to ignore the clock in the middle of his chest, not to contemplate it, refusing to allow it to rip open a wound.

Not when his penis was bobbing in front of my face, thick and long and hard, the veins visible this close. The head was fat, so heavy with need that I could almost see it throb, a metal rod running vertically through the middle of it.

My mouth watered, and my head spun, and I was vibrating like crazy when I reached out to gently run my hand along his shaft.

Ryder jolted, and his hips rocked forward. “Dakota.”

I glanced up at him.

The man a shroud.

Midnight.

I tightened my hold around him before I lightly licked around his crown, the tip of my tongue flicking over the precum leaking out of his slit before I ran it up to do the same over the little metal ball.

He lurched, a harsh rasp raking from his lungs. “Who’s teasing who now? Are you going to fuck me with that sweet mouth, Cookie?”

“Only if you want me to.” It was the shakiest breath of a tease, and he choked out a sound that I wasn’t even sure was a laugh or a threat, and he reached down to trace his thumb over the little divot at the side of my chin.

“Do I want you to? I’ve been dying to feel that sweet mouth around my cock for years. You don’t have the first idea how fucking bad I want you, do you, Dakota? How many times I’ve imagined you just like this, getting ready to wrap those perfect pink lips around my dick?”

Lust tumbled through my being, and I leaned in and licked him again before I pulled only the head into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it while Ryder wound my ponytail in his hand.

He gave it a slight tug. “Suck me like a good girl, Dakota.”

A frenzy of nerves skittered, a rush of that energy that glowed, and I took him in as far as I could take him, his cock so hard and heavy in my mouth, so big it took everything in me not to instantly gag, the cool metal of the barbell piercing at odds with the heat that filled me.

A grunt drummed through his body. “Cookie. Fuck. Your mouth. So good, baby. Always knew you were going to wreck me.”

I rode back up, picking up a rhythm, hoping I had a chance at giving him the kind of pleasure he’d ruined me with.

Because it wasn’t me who was doing the wrecking.

It was the man who started to drive his hips forward with every stroke of my mouth, pressing in deeper like he wanted to overpower me.

Consume me.

But he’d already done it a long time ago.

So I was giving into it wholly.

I took him deeper with each thrust, and I wrapped both hands around the portion I couldn’t take.

He hit the back of my throat each time.

And he was yanking harder at my ponytail, so hard it pricked at my scalp.

And I liked it.

God, I liked it, the way he was handling me.

Arousal spread through me again, slicking my thighs where I was on my knees, and I was pressing them together as he started to pound into my mouth.

“Look at me,” he demanded. He tugged at my hair. “Look at me.”

I did, and it tilted my head back, changing the angle, and his cock drove deeper into the back of my throat as he pushed in slower than he had been.

“Never thought I’d see something so perfect, Dakota. Look at you. So fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”

I whined around him, and he sent me one of those smirks that sheared through me like a knife. Penetrating to the deepest places.

I vibrated with need. With joy. With the pleasure of what I was giving him.

And for a flash, his expression went tender.

So tender that it hurt to even look at him.

Then he touched the edge of my mouth. “Harder, Cookie. Show me how good you can give it.”

He let go of my hair and took me by both sides of the face, and I angled up higher on my knees, holding on to the outside of his thighs as he took over, driving himself in deep, hard thrusts.

I felt it when he came apart.

When the glistening on his flesh somehow illuminated.

A flash of light.

A thunderbolt.

He rasped and grunted as he throbbed, as he poured into my mouth, holding me by both sides of my face while I swallowed around him, taking him deeper than I had before.

Ragged pants echoed from him, and he slowly withdrew.

Only he kept ahold of my face.

Big hands gentle.

Gunmetal eyes gazing down.

He ran the pad of his thumb over my swollen lips.

“Cookie,” he whispered.

The faintest bit of shyness worked its way into my conscious. “Was that okay?”

I was a whole lot of years out of experience.