His right hand wraps around my nape, holding me secure, as he drops his left hand down. With no preamble or teasing whatsoever, he works two fingers right through my slick pussy and shoves them up inside me.
“Fuck—god—” I practically scream, clenching around his fingers.
He works his fingers in and out, his thumb joining the effort on my clit, eagerly trying to bring forth the soul-shattering orgasm I’m so desperately craving. I hold his shoulders as we kiss, sucking and biting each other’s lips like crazed animals.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “Tess, I’m dying—”
I squeeze my thighs around his hand. “Get the toy,” I say breathlessly. “The bullet, the green one—”
“I don’t need a fucking toy. I can make you see stars all on my own.”
“Sharing is caring,” I tease. “There is no “I” in team—ahh—”
He nips my neck right over my hammering pulse point, which shuts me up.
I drop my hands back to his shoulders. “Ryan, please.”
He pulls his fingers from my cunt, leaving me clenching on nothing. Both his hands cup my face, the fingers of his left hand slick with my arousal. I feel it against my cheek.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he says with a smirk, those apple green eyes blown black with hunger. “I have no problem with toys. But I’m not giving away my first shot with Tess Owens. I’m not taking the assist. This orgasm is mine. Now, get on the fucking bed.”
25
Tess gazes up at me, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. “Who are you and what have you done with Ryan Langley?” she teases, her lips glossy with my kisses.
We’re both panting like we just survived a set of suicide sprints. Fuck, she spins me up unlike anything else. Her kisses are explosive, like little tastes of dynamite on my tongue. My hands frame her face while her hands are wrapped gently around my wrists. Heart pounding in my chest, I hold her gaze. “Am I surprising you?”
“A little, yeah. You’ve just always seemed so sweet.”
I frown at her. In my experience, ‘sweet’ is the kiss of fucking death. “What, did you think I’d come to your bed wearing a propeller hat and Ninja Turtle undies?”
She laughs, biting her bottom lip to hold the sound back. “Honestly, I don’t know what I thought…but I like it,” she adds, her smile falling as she gazes up at me. “You’re a really good kisser, Ryan.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply. The fingers of my left hand glisten with her arousal. I’m on autopilot as I take those fingers and brush them against her parted lips.
She sucks in a breath of surprise. Ducking down, I chase it, my lips claiming the arousal painting her lips. She whimpers, her naked body melting against mine as I tease her again with my tongue. She’s holding nothing back. It’s fucking intoxicating. I’m drunk on kissing her.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling away. I need more. As she watches, I suck both my fingers into my mouth. The taste is muted, but sweet. I clean her essence from my fingers, loving how she squirms with need, her cheeks flushed.
“Ryan,” she murmurs, her mouth barely moving.
My name on her lips is fucking everything. I need to taste her. I wasn’t kidding, I need her spread out on that bed. I intend to bury my face in her cunt and never come up for air.
I’ll admit, I don’t often go here with girls. Putting my mouth on a pussy feels too intimate for a first time, and I pretty much only have first times. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve given a girl a second date. When I’ve felt comfortable, we’ve gone there, and I’ve enjoyed myself. In a few cases, it was the girl who didn’t want to go there.
And I’m not a total asshole. If I don’t go down on them, they don’t go down on me. Which means most of the time, my hookups are little more than a rushed make-out session and some hot and heavy pounding, my dick wrapped in a condom.
I’m not out here trying to win awards for ‘world’s best lover.’ My sole focus for the last fifteen years has been scoring goals, winning trophies, and making it to the NHL. Sex was more of a biological imperative. I did it to survive. More often than not, my hand has sufficed.
But now, with Tess in my arms, her taste on my tongue, all my careful boundaries are slipping away. I don’t want to put my mouth on her pussy, I need it. I’m craving her like I crave air. The rational part of my brain is telling me to slow down and get some distance. But my heart is pounding out of control, and he wants us to see this through, even if we only have tonight.