Page 62 of Wilder Puck
He licks my opening and then he slides up, and my body reacts. My back is arching, and somehow, I’m staring at the ceiling now.
“Holy fuck, Ry.”
He nods his head as he works his tongue against me. He pulls my thighs to his shoulders as I rub his head full of blonde locks.
Now his focus is set on destroying me. My body is jerking in response. I’m panting and accidentally yanking his hair. He hums in approval, the vibration making me cry out. Long, firm licks and teasing circles. Sucking and licking until I’m basically screaming out noises I’ve never heard come from my throat before. He drives me higher and higher until every wall I’ve ever built comes crashing down around us. Now I’m grinding his face out of reaction and he’s humming again. All of the tension that was built is now released as I tug his head up to get his mouth out of there.
His eyes have another fire inside of them when he stands up. I’m still trying to catch my breath as we stare at each other.
“That was so hot. I’m hard again,” he says out of breath.
I’m dead on the kitchen counter. My legs are curled into my body because the paradise I was just in was unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.
I start laughing as I look down at Ryan Wilder, the China Wall––my best friend, the nicest man I know, looking like the hottest sex God to walk this planet. This guy, the bestest friend I could ever ask for, just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I am giddy, and I can’t help the laugh escaping my belly.
“Okay,” he smiles as he grabs me off the counter. “We had sex for two hours. It’s time for bed.”
I hold onto him as we walk into the bathroom.
“Did you love that?” I ask him.
He glances down at me. “Hell yeah, I loved that.”
I smile, blushing. “Me too.”
Chapter 20
It’s been a few days since I’ve seen Baddie Addie, but I needed to catch up with my best friend, Crew Nixon, and intimidate my sister’s new guy, Greyson Cress, before things got out of hand down there. Grey has a reputation that I don’t fucking like for my little sister.
Now I’m prepping for my annual spring party. It sounds ridiculous, and that’s because it is. Who the fuck celebrates the start of spring? Apparently, I do. But it’s not just the change of seasons. This tradition started the year I met Addie. I needed a reason to see her outside of our morning run, and this party was the perfect excuse. I remember it like it was yesterday. We became best friends that night, talking and laughing until the sun came up. So now, every year, we throw this party to celebrate the beginning of spring, the beginning of us.
I'm expecting all the guys from the Seven Devils to show up tonight, plus the crew from my old college team, the Honey Badgers. The night should be filled with adulthood shit. Many of the guys on my new team have families, so it won’t be like the previous years where our main focus is getting shitfaced.
My sister, Mads, has dated not one, but two guys from the Honey Badgers team.Damn, Madlibs, slow it down, please.As a big brother, it’s my duty to give them shit. Her ex, Matthew Pearson, was already invited before the split, and I went out of my way to personally invite this new dude, Greyson Cress. The guy’s reputation makes my blood boil.
I am putting out snacks for the party when Baddie walks in without knocking with two cups of coffee in hand. The smile on her face makes my heart kick against my ribs. I haven’t seen her since I ate her out on my kitchen counter for dessert.
“Hi,” she says, offering me the cup in her right hand, but I know better, so I take the left cup. “Hey,” she scolds as I take a sip of the richness ofBaddie Addie. It tastes like her, and I fucking love it. She steals back the cup. “You’re always drinking mine.”
I lick my lips as I hand the cup back nicely and take the cup she was originally offering. “You know where my mouth has been.”
She scoffs, and I take the moment to steal a kiss. I peck her open mouth and run while taking a sip of my Cryin’ Ryan.
I hum in appreciation, watching her over the rim of the cup.
She’s fighting a smile, and it’s so fucking cute I can barely stand it. I want to reach for her and press her body against mine, but I force myself to keep my distance.
Slow, Wilder.
Take it Slow.
Slow…is why we’ve only been texting for the past couple of days. Normally I would think something is wrong between my best friend and I, but I’m forcing myself to take things slow. If she wants that, I can do that. I’m a yes man, aren’t I?
“What’s up, Baddie? Huh?” I say to mess with her. I take another sip of my coffee, keeping my eye on her. “The coffee hasn’t hit you yet?”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning now. “You seem out of your mind happy right now.”
“You don’t like me like this?” I question with my arms out to my side.
