Page 74 of Bite Your Tongue

Her pussy squeezes my length as she moans loudly, and my dick explodes inside of her. We’re both high in the fucking clouds—no, on a different fucking planet—while we come together.

My hips roll a few more times, and my vision becomes blurry as my head begins to spin. I clamp my eyes shut, feeling like I may pass out from pure ecstasy.

Fuck. I missed this woman.

I lie in Ryder’s arms on the rug in front of the fireplace. The light from the flames illuminates his abdomen—a true work of art—and if between my legs wasn’t already sore from all the ways he just took me … I’d probably climb on top of him for another round.

Aside from the crackling of the fire, it’s silent in here. There’s nothing to distract us and nothing to hide behind.

For most of our relationship, we’ve been long distance—me in Charleston and him here. Not all my reasons for moving back home involved Ryder, but he certainly was a huge factor when I made the final decision.

What if he’s changed his mind about us now that I’m actually here? I mean, everyone knows that guys like girls who aren’ttooavailable. My moving back here might have come off as clingy. I don’t want that to scare him away.

There I go, making it a me problem when there isn’t even a damn issue yet.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, staring up at the ceiling. “That pretty little brain’s working overtime right now—I can tell.”

“Just thinking about how good it feels to be home.” I pause, instantly feeling my cheeks heat because I didn’t mean home as in his house, but the way I said it, someone might as well paintstage-five clingeron my forehead and call me the redhead inWedding Crashers. “You know, like, back in Maine.”

I watch the smirk tug at his lips.

“Yeah, well, I can’t believe you’re here. And not just for a visit, but, like,herefor good,” he says, his fingers running up and down my bare skin. “You surprised the hell out of me, Brat.”

“That was the plan,” I say proudly. “Glad I pulled it off. Just so you know, I’m typically the worst at keeping secrets. I used to give my parents their Christmas presents early because I couldn’t stand the wait. So, to not tell you the past few days?” I giggle, patting his chest. “You should be proud of me for that.”

“Oh, I am.” He chuckles before pausing. “What’s this mean for us though? Because just so you know … I’d love it if you moved in here. With me … at my house.”

A younger me—and by younger, I mean, six months ago, maybe less—would have packed my bags before he even knew I had left the room. I’d plan out our future in my brain and let my imagination do its thing and paint a perfect picture of our life together. I’ve learned though, sometimes, it’s best to take things slow. Especially the things that matter to you.

I know that Ryder isn’t like the other guys I’ve dated simply because of the way he treats me, but I don’t want to go from zero to one hundred in a few weeks, specifically when there is no rush.

I flip onto my stomach and gaze up at him, pressing a kiss to his abdomen. “As tempting as that sounds, I actually found a small apartment right near the hospital.” I search his face, promptly finding disappointment. “Trust me, I want to say yes more than anything. I’d love to stay with you—I really would.”

“But?” he whispers, his hand on my back.

“But there’s no rush. We only just decided we wanted to give this thing a shot a few weeks ago, and aside from our random times of meeting up, we haven’t spent a great deal of time together.” I reach up, stroking his cheek. “Let’s not skip steps, okay? I’ve done that before—I always did it actually.” I kiss his rock-hard stomach before setting my chin down on it. “This—us—well, it means a lot to me. I want to do it right—that’s all.”

“You’ll stay the night though sometimes, right?” he asks, his eyes looking down at me as the light from the flames flashes along his sharp jawline.

“Well, duh.” I slide my leg over his body before pulling myself on top of him. With our stomachs aligned, his cock pushes against my pelvic bone. “And just so you know, I plan to make many late-night dick calls to you, big guy.” I kiss his jaw. “I hope you’re ready for me to be living five minutes from you because I can be a little needy …”

His cock jumps between us, even though I think I’ve made him come at least twice already tonight. His arms wrap around my waist, and he tilts his face up toward mine. “We need to eat dinner, but now you’ve gone and made my dick hard,” he murmurs, moving his hands down to grip my ass. “So, dinner or fuck?”

Bringing my hips up before positioning my entrance right at the tip of his cock, I look down at him with a playful smirk on my lips. “How about fuck … and then dinner?”

“Perfect, baby,” he coos grittily. “Good choice. Now … ride.”

It doesn’t matter that I’m sore and that I’ve had more than enough orgasms for one night because when he tells me to ride, I do exactly as told, sinking down onto his length.

I ride his dick like it’s mine because … it is. And now that I’m back in Maine, I can have it anytime I want.

As we drive past the long stretch of beaches, I curl my legs under me in the seat, and Ryder glances over at me, instantly frowning.

“You can’t sit like that while we’re driving, Brat. It’s not safe.”

“Not safe, huh?” I lift a taunting brow. “I’m pretty sure the other day, when my head was on your lap and I gave you that blow job while you were driving, that wasn’t safe either, right?” I shrug, untucking my legs from under me and sitting normally. “So, I suppose on the way home tonight, there won’t be any of those special treats for you, huh?”

Shock covers his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a charming smirk. “Well, that’s different because it helps me concentrate. So, in a way, you’re being extra safe when you do that.”

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