Page 23 of The Honor of Being Hers
She swallowed.“I want to come.”
Tyler’s laugh was soft and pleased.“That’s better.”
Ryan sat up fully, stretching out the stiffness in his neck before crawling across the mattress to her side.The bed dipped under his weight, and she could see the way the morning light caught the dark hair on his chest.He kissed her without hesitation, hot and open-mouthed, one hand threading into her hair as he pulled her deeper.His tongue swept across hers, slow and filthy, and she whimpered when he pulled away.
“She’s wet already,” Tyler said, fingers sliding down the front of her sleep shorts.
Lauren sucked in a breath as he pressed two fingers lightly over her clit through the damp cotton.He didn’t move them.Just held them there, firm and waiting.
“Please,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
William sat up behind her, gripping her hips as he helped ease her onto her back.Ryan kissed her again, quick, biting, then took both of her wrists and pinned them gently above her head.
“Is this okay?”he asked.
“Yes,” she said, too fast.
He smiled like she’d proven a point.
Tyler pushed her sleep shorts down her legs, the soft cotton catching slightly at her ankles before falling away completely.She was bare beneath, and the cool air made her shiver, raising goosebumps along her thighs that Ryan smoothed away with his free hand.His palm was warm and slightly rough, the contrast making her skin tingle.
Ryan shifted his grip, now holding both wrists in one hand while his other stroked the side of her throat.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re needy like this.”
Tyler settled between her thighs, his sandy hair soft against her inner legs.His mouth replaced his fingers with slow deliberation, warm and wet and perfect, tongue sweeping low, then high, then circling her clit with a pressure that made her spine bow.She could feel his breath against her most sensitive skin.William braced her knees apart with his own, one hand cradling her breast as she began to writhe.
Ryan held her still.
Tyler licked her like he was trying to break her open, mouth warm and insistent, hands tight on her hips.Her thighs trembled.Her moans broke into helpless, stuttering gasps.
“I can’t—” she whispered, voice straining.“It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough,” Ryan said, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her throat.
Tyler groaned into her, and she broke.
The orgasm hit hard, her whole body locking around the pleasure as it rolled up from her center.She cried out, thighs clamping, hands straining against Ryan’s grip.Tyler didn’t stop.He held her through it, mouth gentler now, lapping at the pulse of her until she went limp.
They let her breathe.No one rushed her.
When she opened her eyes, William was watching her like she’d just rewritten something in his chest.
“Let her rest,” Tyler said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Not yet,” Ryan said, pulling back enough to sit beside her.“I want her hands on me.”
Lauren blinked up at him.“What?”
Ryan leaned in, brushing hair from her face.“I want to teach you how to touch me.If you’re ready.”
She hesitated, but not because she didn’t want to.Her eyes flicked down.He was hard, obviously so, and the weight of it under his shorts made her throat go dry.
“Okay,” she said.“Tell me what to do.”
He guided her hand down, helped her slide it under the waistband of his shorts.His skin was hot, velvet over steel, thick and heavy in her palm.The head was already slick with pre-come, and she could feel his pulse beating against her fingers.She curled her fingers around him, and the heat of him against her palm was startling, as was the sharp pull of need shuddering through his body at her touch.
“Not too tight,” he said, voice rough now.“Good.Like that.Fuck, just like that.”
