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“I didn’t think you were coming, so I didn’t see the point,” she pouts.
“Hmm,” I sigh softly, bending to press a kiss, an apology, to the top of her knee. “Mine’s a mile long.”
With only two weeks in the Alps each winter, three if we’re lucky, we’ve gotten good at making the most of our time together. There's no wasting time on pleasantries and getting reacquainted. Instead, we used to arrive armed with lists in our heads. All the things we wanted to do, shit we only trusted each other with.
With hushed voices and hurried hands, Kayla and I have done a lot over the years, but always while sneaking away from our families. Now, in an apartment, with plenty of time and nobody to walk in on us, I don’t even know where to begin.
“Ryan…” she whines, my thumbs stroking the softest lines just outside where her underwear would have been. Hearing her get needyand desperate is the best sound in the world, and I’m curious to see how far I can take it.
“What’s up, Bunny?”
“Please, can you make me come?”
“I’ll get you there. Let me play with it first.” I push her ankles wider and lift them up to the lip of the kitchen counter. “Hold these up.”
Chapter 4
Ryan
She does as she'stold, and her head falls back against the cabinet above. I drop to my knees and watch my fingers spread her slickness from side to side, coating her folds.
Kayla McInnes has had the upper hand for as long as I’ve known her. She’s a measly six weeks older than me and she loves to remind me every chance she gets. She learned to ski first, and she’s always been faster. She was better at school, speaks better French, can light a better fire. And she’s an assassin at card games who can drink me under the table any day of the week.
Still, when it comes to sex, I’d argue I’m better at making her lose her mind, and she doesn’t have the advantage now. Not when I have her spread open and aching. I swipe my thumb over her clit, just as pretty as I remember, and she jerks at the sensation.
“Fuck, I missed this view. Best view on the planet.”
She's trimmed her hair into a neat strip, smooth and glistening underneath. I’ve seen all her variations over the years, but this one makes me think she was hoping to get laid tonight. I can’t tell whether that pisses me off or makes me even harder.
“Have you changed?”
She drops her head forward and stares down at me. “What?”
“Have you changed, or are you the same pretty little slut that likes me to remind her who her pussy belongs to?”
Inches from my face, she throbs again, and I take it as my answer.
“What'll it be, Kayla? Do you want a good boy or a bad boy?”
“Bad, so bad,” she huffs out. I nip a chunk of thigh between my teeth and shake my head like a wolf with caught prey.
That’s how it’s always been with us. Two people with tastes that dance around the edge of what most people would deem socially acceptable. Whether we’re up the mountain or sneaking around in our parents’ houses, Kayla loves the thrill of the chase, the climb. The higher the risk, the greater the reward, as far as she’s concerned.
I love to lure out the raw animal inside of her. To bite her and make her bite back. To taunt and tease, to trap her and make her mine. Love to make her ache and beg, and I’ve always,always,loved to play with my food.
Without warning, I thrust my tongue inside and feast like a starving man. I can’t for the life of me remember what the fuck I’ve been doing all these years when I could have been doing this.
Her hips tilt forward, driving against my mouth. She lets go of one ankle, draping it over my shoulder so her fingers can sink into my hair. Her moan matches mine when she grips the strands at the back and pulls me in closer. It’s a small claim for power, but there’s no way I’m giving it up just yet.
I shift my focus to her clit, nudging it from side to side, applying the lightest pressure with my tongue. Her deep moans shift to needy whimpers, and my dick gets painfully hard in my jeans. Pulling back, I watch myself slide two fingers in to the hilt, then drag them in and out of her, deep and slow and first, then harder and faster.
Looking up, I catch her watching too, and when our eyes lock, I pull them out and take my time to suck them clean.
“You want a taste?” I ask, and she nods, her mouth falling open. She’s so fucking wet, there’s plenty for both of us. I push them inside her again, extra deep, then stand up and paint her mouth with it.
Palm up, I offer her my fingers, then at the last second bend my middle one to my mouth so she can suck one while I suck the other. Her tongue is magnificent, swirling its way down until it meets mine, and I pull my hand away and kiss her like my life depends on it.
She opens for me, letting me lick into her mouth, and the taste of her pussy on her own tongue drives me insane. I can’t stop, but I need to get her off, fast.
