Page 24 of Bite Your Tongue

A look of humiliation etches across her face. When I mentioned it after it happened last night, she sort of changed the subject by getting naked and luring me into my workout room, where she fucked me into oblivion. She probably thought I’d forget. And when it had happened, she definitely hadn’t realized I noticed.

She’s not exactly quiet.

“That was for show,” she says nonchalantly. “I was just trying to liven up my BJ game—that’s all.”

“Your poker face isn’t all that great, babe,” I toss back, narrowing my eyes. “You soaked your panties when you had my cock down your throat. You took me so deep. Your nipples grew hard—well, harder than they already had been. And you were all but fucking the air. And guess what, babe. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I have to tell you, if you enjoy sucking me off that much, my cock is yours anytime.”

Her cheeks are flaming red now, and I love that I put that crimson stain there. Saylor isn’t the kind of chick who is easily embarrassed—nor does she give a shit when it comes to being herself. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to lead on just how much she enjoyed last night because she’s trying to play it cool.

“And FYI, I thought about something. If you insist on not swallowing the next time we hook up, that’s okay,” I say. “I’ll just blow my load all over your pretty face instead.”

Her mouth hangs open, and her eyes grow wide. “You’re … too much,” she mumbles. “Also, what next time? This was it, so I hope you enjoyed it and got a good mental video for your spank bank because we are never hooking up again.”

“Wanna make a bet?” I drawl.

She huffs out an aggravated breath. “We agreed that last night was the last time, Ryder. Not only am I moving away and totally done with hockey players, but my brother has also voiced—numerous times—how much he wants me to stay away from his teammates, given the history of everything.” She grimaces. “I don’t blame him either. I haven’t exactly made his life easy, always going after his friends.”

“I think it’s probably the other way around, sweetheart,” I say coolly.

“Yeah, and then I practically fall in love with them, become clingy, and before long, name the three babies we will never have,” she blurts out, widening her eyes at herself. “Nobody wants that. No one.”

She thinks what she just said is going to deter me from wanting her. Fuck no. I wouldn’t give a shit if she said ten children; I’d still be so far up her ass, obsessed with her.

“Three?” I grin. “That’s an uneven number, Sail-On. You can’t have an uneven number of kids.”

“I came from an uneven number,” she says with an adorable scowl. “I think things were just fine, thanks. I mean, I turned out okay.”

“That’s debatable,” I tease before shaking my head. “I’m joking; I’m joking. Anyway, let’s stop lying to each other with thatlast night was the last nightbullshit. Okay?”

Her gaze hardens, and I study her face to see any hint of humor or softness, but despite what I said, she actually has a damn good poker face. The thing is, she enjoyed herself last night, and I know I did, so that means there’s no way in hell that last night was the last time I fucked this woman.

My cock is quickly hardening under the covers simply from her sassing off to me. Sliding my hand down my abdomen and to my dick, I wrap my fist around it, giving it a few pumps.

“What are you doing?” she gasps, her eyes darting from the blanket moving up and down to my face. “Seriously?”

“I can’t help it; you’re making me hard.” I shrug. “Besides, last night, you practically begged me to jerk my cock in front of you.” I stop, cocking my chin upward. “Oh, I get it; you want a better look, don’t you?”

When I fling the covers off my body, a sharp gulp comes from her throat as her wide eyes take in the sight of my fist wrapped around my cock.

“One for the road, babe?” I practically grunt, loving the sight of her thighs pressing together while she stares blatantly at my palm as it slides up and down my rock-hard dick.

We might have gone more rounds last night than I’ve ever gone in a single night, but my cock doesn’t seem to care. It’s ready and willing to take her back to pound town.

As much as she tries to fight it, there’s no denying that she’s thinking about it. Her breathing becomes labored before she quickly shakes her head. Coming closer, she grabs a pillow and smacks me with it.

“No!” she says sharply. “I’m not having sex with you again, Ryder Cambridge! Not now. Not ever. Besides, my Uber is outside by the gate. You need to let them in.”

Pulling my hand away from my cock, I’m fucking bummed. All the other times, she wanted it just as bad as I did. Now she’s suddenly decided she’s anti–Ryder’s dick, and it sucks. I sulk, grabbing my phone and opening the gate.

“You’re no fun.” I pout, knowing damn well the second she leaves, I’ll be in the shower, stroking my dick to thoughts of everything we did last night. “I’ll just have to pull some images from my spank bank.” I tap my forehead.

Rolling her eyes, she holds her hand up. “Goodbye, Ryder. It’s been fun.”

Sliding out of bed, I grab a pair of sweatpants from the floor and tug them on. Putting my arm around her, I mess her hair up. “At least let me walk you out, Brat. Christ almighty, you kind of hurt my feelings, trying to leave me like that.”

“Something tells me you’ll be okay, lover boy,” she teases, patting my abdomen with her palm.

As we walk out of my bedroom and down the hallway, I keep my arm slung around her shoulders. I breathe her in, knowing that makes me a fucking weirdo, but this might be the last time I get to be this close to that sweet scent. And if last night really was the last time I got to blow my load inside of her perfect pussy, at least I got to do it so many times.

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