Page 91 of Hate To Love You

I begin to squirm under his cold fingers, but he holds me down so I can’t move.

“No moving. We wouldn’t want to get ice cream all over your sheets, now would we?” Ryker asks in a teasing tone. I just stare at him because I’m honestly at a loss for words. I’ve never done anything like this, and I think I love it.

Ryker dips his spoon in the bowl and picks up another scoop and hovers it right between my breasts. I wait, my heart going wild.

Bringing the spoonful of ice cream down to my chest, I hiss when the cold touches my skin. Goosebumps rise all over my body as Ryker drags the ice cream down my belly, stopping at my bellybutton. He circles it with the spoon, the ice cream dripping into it. God, I’m going to be a sticky mess after this, but I can’t even bring myself to care.

He uses his tongue to lick the ice cream off my naval before trailing his tongue all the way back up to my lips. I can taste the mint on his lips, and then on his tongue as he dips it into my mouth.

My back arches off the bed as I let out a soft whimper into Ryker’s mouth.

I pout when he pulls away again, until he grabs another spoonful of ice cream and backs down my legs so he is kneeling between them. Bending them so my knees practically touch my stomach, he lowers the spoon down to my inner thigh, leaving a wet, cold trail up to my bare pussy. He does the same to the other side before leaning down and using his warm tongue to lick it up. Holy shit.

I can feel his hot breath as he gets closer to my pussy, and I want him to kiss me there. I need him to.

“Ryker, please,” I plead. His green eyes peek at me from his space between my legs, and I swear I’m going to come just from the look in his eyes and the feeling of his breathing against my skin. He looks back up at me, a playful smirk on his face. He’s going to make me say it.

“Please what?”

“Please eat my pussy. Make me come,” I sound pathetic, but I don’t care. The feral look on Ryker’s face is worth it.

“My little Rebel, asking so nicely,” he coos, nipping at my inner thigh. “Okay, baby. I’ll make you come,” he promises before diving down and taking my clit in his mouth.

I gasp as the feeling of his tongue circling my clit overtakes me. It feels so good, and I’m so desperate for release that I don’t think this is going to take long at all.

He licks and sucks and my God, I’m going to come. My belly tightens and I can feel the heat spread in my body as my orgasm builds. Ryker must be able to tell I’m close because he grips my hips tightly and keeps me from wriggling underneath him.

“Ryker, I’m going to,” I squeeze the sheets in my fists as my eyes close.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me,” he demands, my eyes popping open as I do as he says, watching him bring me to the edge.

This is so erotic, and it feels so good, and I can’t hold back anymore.

My body tenses and I come hard on Ryker’s tongue, letting out a loud moan and hurriedly covering my mouth with my hand, remembering my roommates are all sleeping.

Ryker groans. “Fuck, Gwen,” he breaths, his eyes flickering with lust. “I fucking love tasting you.”

I breath heavily, still coming down from my orgasm as I stare at Ryker who is wearing a cocky grin on his handsome face.

Sitting up to meet him, I reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. My eyes move over the bandage covering the defined muscles of his torso. My fingers trace the material softly as I look back up to see his wary expression.

“Are you okay?” I ask, realizing now that what he just did may have hurt him. Ryker nods, grabbing my hand and linking his fingers with mine.

“Yes. I don’t even feel it anymore,” he assures me, but I think he’s lying. I can tell he’s still in some pain, but I don’t push.

Pulling my hand from his, I drag it down to the waistband of his joggers.

“Lay down,” I order. His eyes narrow as a smirk plays on his lips, doing as I say and laying down on his back. He winces a bit, and my heart squeezes. I hate that he’s in pain.

I pull his pants down his legs, along with his boxers and watch as his large cock springs free. My mouth actually waters at the sight. Oh, how I’ve missed him.

Straddling him, I smile wickedly, grabbing a spoonful of ice cream and hovering over Ryker, sucking the sweet treat off with a loud, satisfied moan.

“Mmm, delicious,” I taunt, my eyes never leaving his. Then, without warning, I lean down and drag the ice cream-coated spoon across his chest and up his neck, licking it up as I go.

I smile as his hands land on my waist, squeezing me tightly.

“Tease,” he growls playfully, his eyes sparkling with desire.

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