Page 9 of Hard Ride

Kyra wrenched her mouth from his.For a moment he was terrified she was going to put the brakes on.Remind them of their careers and the millions of reasons why what they were doing was a horrible idea.Instead, she cried, “More!Van, I want more.”

He couldn’t deny her when he needed the same things she did.

But Kyra had obviously had enough of waiting for him to make it happen.She fisted the hem of his black tour T-shirt and dragged it over his head before flinging it to the ground between their berths.When her callused palms ran over the expanse of his back from shoulders to his ass, she reminded him of exactly how damn strong she was even if she shivered beneath him.

It was a gift, one that meant the world to him, that she let him take charge.So he embraced his instincts and prayed she liked what she saw in him when the facade of civility and professionalism crumbled.

Van curled his fingers in the waistband of her pants and the panties she wore beneath, yanking them both down.He used his knee even as she squirmed, freeing one of her legs.That was good enough.She was bared to him, even if her other ankle was still shrouded in her clothing.

He gripped her hips, then shoved her upward, some part of her—either her head or her shoulder—knocking into the wall hard enough to make a distinctthunk.But she didn’t tell him to stop, so he didn’t.

Van wormed in the opposite direction, as far as the bunk would allow.He bent his legs at the knees so he could lie on his stomach between Kyra’s thighs.The scent of her arousal made his nostrils flare.His mouth watered and his tongue flicked, lapping the first taste of her from her skin.

Kyra flung out one hand, slapping it on the wall of the berth.

He chuckled against her flesh, taking that as a good sign, then dedicated himself to blowing her mind.If he had anything to say about it, she’d never masturbate again.Not because he had some kind of problem with that, but because he was happy to give her as much pleasure as she could stand.

Van buried his face in her pussy.He traced her with the tip of his tongue, memorizing the topography of her body and mapping the spots she reacted to the most.He suckled her clit in between exploratory voyages along her cleft.When she began to moan and her ragged breaths echoed in the berth, he slid his hand across the top of her thigh and inward.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Kyra sighed, then stiffened as he added his hand to the mix.He probed with his middle finger, testing the opening of her pussy, finding it as tight and tempting as he’d always imagined it would be.When she finally let him in, the barest bit, he swore she scorched him.Still, he didn’t pull away, not now that he was poised on the brink of penetrating her.Neither of them could have resisted the attraction zinging between them then.

Kyra gyrated beneath him, helping his finger drill inside her inch by inch.

She gripped his head, unable to find purchase in his ultra-short hair.Maybe he’d have to let it grow out, like Ollie’s.Damn, why was he thinking of the other guy now?

Van focused on Kyra and the way her body was pulling him inside, surrounding him with liquid heat.She was so soft and slick that his cock leaked in his pants.Though he wasn’t about to stop eating her long enough to give his dick what it craved, not yet, he redoubled his efforts.

His index finger joined his middle finger inside her as he teased her clit with his tongue.

“Van!”Kyra shouted, making him feel ten feet tall.For that matter, so did the berth, which limited his motion.Something about it also made it seem like they were tucked together away from the rest of the world, wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure he wasn’t eager to leave anytime soon.When they did, what would their relationship have evolved into?

He couldn’t think about that either.

All that mattered was infusing Kyra with as much rapture as possible.Showing her that he’d never meant to wound or offend her.This was what he’d always wanted instead.

Van ate her while his fingers fucked her, spreading apart to stretch the tight rings of muscle he couldn’t wait to feel massaging his cock.He hummed as she bowed, mashing herself tighter to his mouth.Her thighs clamped around his shoulders, reminding him again exactly how powerful she was and how her performances had honed her muscles.

He looked up her body, past the sexy-as-fuck tattoos on her abdomen that shifted as she flexed and released the tension beneath them.So he saw it when she reached the point of no return.

Kyra gasped.Her whole body froze and her head tipped forward so that she was staring directly at him.“Van, I’m going to—”

She never finished her sentence because he nodded, the motion stimulating her further.He pressed his fingers deep within her, curling them upward so he could press against the place that seemed to drive her wildest.

A scream ripped from her chest as she clenched around him, threatening to break his fingers with the force of her orgasm.Van couldn’t say what made him do it, but he took his mouth from her just long enough to bite her thigh lightly before concentrating on sucking her clit as she came, shuddering beneath the onslaught of her release.

She moaned over and over as he rubbed her from the inside, drawing out her pleasure.

And when she finally grew silent and went limp, he knew it was only the beginning.

Van managed to jam his hands beneath himself and undo his fly before peeling his jeans down to the tops of his thighs, barely far enough to free his cock.He didn’t bother with anything more, couldn’t stand to waste a moment on unnecessary motions.

He cupped Kyra’s ass and yanked her toward him, equally as turned on by the crooked smile she leveled at him as she recovered from her endorphin rush as he had been by the throes of her passion.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?”he growled against her lips as they aligned more completely, his body blanketing her much more pliant one.

“I hoped not, but…” She didn’t finish her thought.

It didn’t matter, he knew what she was thinking.“I’ve let you down so often, you didn’t think I’d see this through?”

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