Page 31 of Nailed (Dad Bod Contracting 3)
When I catch my breath, it’s only because the orgasm has finally faded to mere earthquakes of bliss, and I can move again so I resume thrusting against his face to milk every last shred of this experience.
And then, abruptly, my legs give out.
Ryder catches me, standing up with me so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his broad hard shoulders and gasp for air and whimper as the last throes of orgasm rack me. I feel him walking with me, effortlessly carrying me across what feels like a suite, and then he’s setting me carefully on the bed, laying me backward and moving to kneel above me.
His beard is damp as he brushes his mouth over my belly and up between my breasts. I giggle, getting him to pause with my hand on his shoulder.
“Your beard…” I breathe. “It has…me…on it.” I wipe my hand over his mouth and down his chin, wiping at the dampness until his beard feels drier.
He smirks, an eyebrow arched. “What if I was saving that for later?”
“Eeew, gross.”
“Hey, I happen to like the smell of you on my beard.” He slides the fingers that had been inside me into his mouth. “Mmmm. Tastes like sugar.”
I laugh, but the way he licks his fingers clean tells me he’s not joking.
He’s kneeling between my thighs, hands fisted into the mattress just above my shoulders. “I feel like maybe I’ve said this already, but seriously, Laurel—that was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
“Which part?”
“You, coming apart for me.”
I don’t hide or restrain my pleased grin. “Feel free to give me orgasms like that anytime you want.”
“Yeah? It was pretty good, then, I take it.” His self-satisfied smirk tells me he knows exactly how good it was for me.
I run my hands over his shoulders and over his chest, fingers pointing down, aiming for his belt. “It was okay.” I try to keep a straight face, because that’s such an understatement. “I feel like maybe you could have done a little better.”
“Is that a challenge?” He sounds absolutely serious.
I bite my lip and nod, letting my hands continue to slide slowly down his torso toward his belt line. “Yep. I don’t think that was your best. Not quite your A-game.”
He lowers his brows and growls. “So what you’re saying is, I need more practice.”
I nod, endeavoring to keep my face straight and serious as I reach his belt. “Yep. You definitely need practice.”
“I’ll need a willing subject to practice on, in that case. Someone with a pretty strong appetite for orgasms.”
I shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. “I may know someone who fits that description.”
I free the end of his belt from the buckle, remove the prong from the hole, and then the belt is loose and I strip it off of him in a loud whipping motion. I toss it aside, and then twist the button of his jeans free and tug down the zipper. I feel him bulge against the opening, a hard presence straining against the stretchy cotton of his underwear nudging my knuckles as I lower the zipper.
“You may know someone,” he says, watching my hands. “Tell me about her.”
I wiggle his jeans past his hips and down over his butt; he makes no move to help as he kneels over me, letting me undress him. “Well, she’s somewhat out of practice herself. She hasn’t received that kind attention in…oh, well, a very long time. She’s a quick learner though, and if you get good enough, she may be willing to spend a little time practicing…” I pause, bite my lip, focusing on shoving his jeans down his thighs and then tugging them off. “Well, see, she just needs practice. All around. Receiving orgasms, and giving them.”
“Hmmm. So this person you’re thinking of…you’re saying she’s interested in giving orgasms? Any particular kind of practice you think she has in mind?” He lifts off his knees as I push his underwear down, letting me tug them past his knees, and then he’s naked.
I shrug again. “Oh, I don’t know. She’s really out of practice in just about everything, you see. Manual, oral…everything.”
He nods. “Well, I suppose I would be willing to help her out.”
I take my eyes off of his, finally, and lower them to take in the full glory of Ryder naked for me. And god, is he gorgeous.
I reach for him, my breath catching as I close my fingers around him. He’s thick, so thick, and so heavy. Every vein straining, dripping a bead of pre-cum. He’s hot in my hands, hard as steel yet so soft. His jaw flexes and tenses as I slide my fingers down his length in a slow exploration. Touching him is…well, he used the word already: Heaven.
I smile to myself, watching him go through a series of expressions while I explore his cock with my hands. His brows lower, tighten, his jaw clenches and releases, he sucks in a deep breath, holds it, lets it out slowly; his eyes slide closed when I wrap my other hand around him and clutch him, then glide my hands around him in a slow caress.
