Page 43 of Wilder Puck
By the time we finish eating, my skin feels too tight. And when Ryan takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom without a word, I shiver despite the warmth of his skin.
We're barely through the door before he's pulling me into a deep, hungry kiss. I sink into him with a moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. Yes, this. This is what I need. No thinking, no overanalyzing. Just sensation and instinct and Ryan.
He walks me back toward the bed, his hands already sneaking under my shirt. I let him strip it off and then his own, greedy for the feel of his skin on mine. He's so solid, the muscles of his chest and shoulders flexing as he lowers me to the mattress. I run my hands over him, mapping the dips and curves.
He kisses his way down my throat, scraping his teeth over my collarbone before moving lower. My back arches as he takes one nipple into his hot mouth, sucking hard through the thin lace of my bra.
“Ryan,” I gasp, my hands flying to his hair. “Oh god.”
I can feel his smile against my nipple. “Is this okay?” he rasps, switching to lavish attention on the other side. The material is thin enough to make this feel so fucking good.
I make a garbled sound of encouragement, too turned on to form actual words. He's barely touched me, and I'm already so turned on. So desperate.
“You taste so good.”
I smile, grabbing his locks through my fingers.
“Like vanilla,” he chuckles, looking up at me. “Are you?” In a swift movement, he’s licking my cleavage. My back arches, pushing my chest further into his face. “You taste like vanilla, Ads.”
I throw my head back, laughing.
He reaches behind to unclasp my bra and toss it aside. And then his mouth is back on me, licking and sucking while his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my shorts.
I nearly convulse when he finds the spot, circling and teasing with pressure. My nails dig into his shoulders, my hips rocking shamelessly against his hand.
“Baddie,” he groans, working a long finger inside me. “I love how much you want it. Want me.”
I feel my inner muscles clench around him, drawing him deeper. “I do,” I pant. “I want you so much. All the time.”
It's too honest, maybe crossing another unspoken line, but I can't hold back. Not with his fingers pumping in and out of me, his tongue flicking over my nipple, his hard dick pressing insistently against my thigh.
His thumb rubs me again and I see stars, my body bowing off the bed. “Ryan.”
He kisses me, his fingers trailing over my sensitive skin.
I reach between us to palm his erection through his joggers. I pull him to me as if he were already naked. He grunts, his hips flexing into my touch. I attempt to pull his dick out.
“Give a guy a second,” he says with a shaky laugh.
I grin up at him. “What's the matter, Wilder? Can't keep up?”
His eyes darken, a wicked smile spreading over his face. He slips out of his clothes, and I love the sight of him. “Oh, I'll show you keeping up.”
He kisses me again, deep and needy, before pressing his naked body against me. He hooks his fingers in my shorts and peels them off, taking my underwear with them.
He says, “What did you say again? You’re going to give me a wilder puck?”
I smile, grabbing his hard dick. “Hm, I thought you’d like to have another go at vanilla?”
He smiles at my teasing. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”
“Did you seriously only have missionary sex? Please be honest.”
“Not like ever, but nine times out of ten, yes.”
I laugh and cover my mouth. “Why?”
“Well, I don’t know. According to someone I know, apparently, I’m really good at it.”
