“Here,” she says while dragging my hand down to her waist. “Touch me there.” Her hips bump into me, giving further permission and arousal shoots through my veins.
I suck in sharply and try to cool the need taking over my body. I’m already on edge, ready to blow, and haven’t made this good enough for her yet. Tremors cause my fingers to be extra clumsy while attempting to unbutton her jeans and I curse my inexperience. Why couldn’t she be wearing a dress like usual?
Lennon stills my awkward movements with her steady hand.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ve never done this before either. Just go slow, okay?” She whispers against my slack jaw.
I blindly reach behind me for a discarded blanket and throw it over us before successfully opening the closure.
I freeze, uncertainty chilling my bones, and my fingers stall on the zipper. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The words tumble out without warning, my frazzled brain short circuiting with this overwhelming onslaught.
“You won’t,” Lennon reassures before shimming the denim down her hips. She guides my suddenly stiff digits to the elastic waistband of her panties. “You’ll only bring me pleasure. I’ll show you.”
Our entwined fingers move under the cotton and she pushes my hand farther down, along bare skin and into velvet slickness, until her heated center is beneath my fingertips. A gasp escapes at the raw feeling.
“You’re wet,” I murmur as wonder pours from me and I stare down at her with wide eyes.
“You really turn me on,” she explains as her lashes flutter.
My pulse soars.
“I do?”
Lennon nods while rocking into me. “Yes, so much.” Her back bends so her core settles deeper against me. “Right here,” she instructs while circling my finger over a small bump.
Even though I can’t see what’s happening under the blanket, the other sensations tell me enough. Lennon grows wetter as I spin around that special spot and quiet cries spill from her throat. My dick jerks and pulses behind the zipper but I ignore the ferocious lust.
My fingers work faster with Lennon’s commands of more and harder. Her nails bite into my arm as she bows up, her light gaze stabs into me before those aqua eyes roll back into her head. The soft noises drip from her tongue like a siren call demanding to be answered, and I eagerly offer more rapid strokes. I’m riveted to the ecstasy flashing over her features, the expression clear and beautiful to watch. She steals the show.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“Me too,” I echo against her throat.
Lennon quivers and vibrates against me as she whispers her pleasure into my throat. My fingers are coated with her pure essence as I keep stroking her. Any remaining control vanishes and she triggers my release, liquid fire pooling in my gut before blasting from me, and I’m powerless to stop it. My body shudders and trembles along hers as we float into the weightless atmosphere.
With labored exhales and aftershocks twitching our limbs, we return to the surface, clutching onto each other with all our might.
“Wow, that was so much better than when I do it.” Lennon blinks at me and something sparkles in her turquoise stare. “I can’t believe that’s the first thing to pop out of my mouth,” she mutters before hiding her flaming face behind her hands.
I pry her shield away as a rumble shakes my chest.
“Never hide from me, even if you’re embarrassed. You make me laugh with your unfiltered thoughts.” I press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Thank you for giving me that. Watching you come from my touch is a precious treasure. Another thing I’m not deserving of but will graciously accept. You’re a dream, Sunshine. I can’t believe this is real.”
She sniffles and swallows loudly. “How could I possibly cry after getting the best orgasm ever?” Lennon shakes her head before reaching for me. “I’m so selfish. It’s your turn.”
My hips jump away to evade her touch, fearful she’ll feel the sticky mess I’ve made in my briefs.
“I already did.” Heat races up my throat with the confession.
“But I didn’t get to touch you,” she pouts and I kiss her puffy.
“You didn’t have to. Touching you and watching you fall apart in my arms was more than enough.”
Lennon sighs and her gaze skitters to the side.
“Well, can you go again? They do in the movies. I mean, so, we can . . . you know?” She asks and points between us.
“Now? Here?” I sputter in surprise.
She nods eagerly and grips the buckle of my belt. I rest my hand over hers, halting the hasty movements.
“Can we be open and honest right now?”
“Always, please and thank you.”
“Will you tell me how you want our first time to be? For real?” My heart and soul refuse to take her for the first time in the back of my truck.
“I want you. That’s it.” Lennon’s nails scratch up my abs, getting me hard again, as she keeps talking. “I don’t need a fancy hotel room or a big extravagant plan. I just want with be with you, in the most organic way possible. Just like nature intended. We don’t need to make this complicated or overthink things. We can just . . . let it happen,” She trails off, scanning my tense features.
“I overthink everything, Lennon.” Worry works its way into my system. If I refuse her, will she get upset? “I’m glad you’re not particularly fussy but we’ve gotta do better than this.” My mind flips through readily available options and an idea solidifies in my dazed mind. “Let’s go to my place.”
“As in your apartment? You’ve never brought me there before.” Lennon seems startled by my suggestion.
“I wasn’t keeping it from you or anything,” I mutter and shrug. “There’s nothing really exciting about it.” My heart hammers erratically, imagining her reaction.
“And you want to bring me there, rather than have me here, because . . .” Her curiosity trails off, as if waiting for me to finish her thought.
“You’ll see, Sunshine.”
Lennon
The answer will always be you.
RYKER UNLOCKS THE door before stepping aside, allowing me to enter first. The room appears to be empty but it’s hard to be certain in the dark. As he flips a switch, the space is flooded with light and my suspicions are correct. I scour the area, looking for anything of meaning, something that represents the amazing guy behind me. The blank white walls and barren wood floors are depressing.
This is where he lives?
My body has been keyed up since Ryker blew my effing mind with that orgasm but now I’m toppling back to reality. Over the last several weeks, I’ve managed to forget how alone Ryker was before we started dating. This is a stark reminder I wasn’t prepared for, and it’s really upsetting.
“How can you . . . I mean, did you just move in? Or have you already started packing for Denten?” My hopeful heart searches for boxes stacked in the corners but of course, I find none. A spasm attacks my stomach, picturing this sweet man alone in this bleak existence.
Ryker’s hands burrow deep in his pockets as he shrugs. “I know it doesn’t look like much, mostly because it isn’t, but it serves a purpose. This place is nothing more than a spot to rest my head.”
My brow raises skeptically while glancing at him.
“Uh, all right.” I shuffle into the kitchen before opening the fridge. Nothing. Freezer? Bare. “So, you stay here but don’t really live here? A house but not a home?”
“Yeah, that’s about it. Not like I’m entertaining often or have anything worth displaying.” His tone is low and flat. “Can you hang out a sec? Just gotta change my pants.”
I nod mutely while wondering why the hell he needs to switch clothes. My focus doesn’t linger long after he disappears from sight. I wander into the living room where a desk, laptop, several monitors, and an office chair are pushed against the wall. Besides the electronics, this space is vacant too. Chills creep under my skin and I rub my arms briskly to ward off the eerie feeling.
My gaze skitters down the hallway in the direction Ryker went. A lump forms in my throat as I picture his bedroom, his most personal space, void of any warmth just like the rest. Desperation to provide comfort pushes me forward. Nervous energy rattles through my chest as I move closer.
Ryker appears, as if hearing my thoughts, and all sadness washes away as my eyes land on him. My mouth waters at the first glimpse of this sexy guy wearing nothing but a pair of light gray sweats. What is it about men and baggy sweatpants? Scratch that. Not just any man—Ryker. I must have been very good in my previous life to deserve him. And he’s all mine.
Pretty sure I’m drooling.
I wipe at my lips to make sure. His upper body is on display, and my vision is full of lightly bronzed skin and rippling muscles. Ryker’s bare shoulders are sculped stacks of power that roll back as he walks toward me. His torso is lined with deep ridges that lead down to the tantalizing V of his hips. He’s cut and chiseled everywhere my starving eyes can see. My fingers want to feel every glorious inch and I’m not ashamed of staring. Ryker wouldn’t come out here barely clothed if he didn’t want me to gawk.