Page 32 of Nailed (Dad Bod Contracting 3)
“I think maybe I need to practice right now,” I say. “What was it you said? Oh yeah—I think I need to taste a little bit of heaven.”
He shakes his head. “No—no fucking way.”
I stroke him, watching him tense, watching his belly go taut with each touch. “No? Really? No?”
He growls, dropping his head, sucking his belly in and arching his back as I stroke and caress him with both hands in a rhythmless exploration of him. “No. You put your mouth on me, I won’t last five goddamn seconds, and there’s no way I’m wasting this time I have with you on that.”
“I wouldn’t think of it as wasting time.” I squeeze, release, stroke. “You made me come so hard I couldn’t stand up. I just want to return the favor.”
“You will,” he growls. “When I’m inside you.”
I blink, suck in a breath. “Oh. I—I see.”
He shifts forward, braces his weight on one fist, palming my cheek with the other, and bends down to kiss me. It begins as just a kiss, lips and tongues in an expression of affection and desire. But then, the moment I taste his tongue and my essence on his lips and the smell of me on his beard, I need more. I moan, opening my mouth to him, arching up to meet him. His hot hard cock throbs in my hand, and I stroke him, caress him, run my thumb over the tip, smearing that droplet of pre-cum and eliciting more with every touch. God, I want him. I want all of him, in every way there is. I want him inside me. I want him above me. I want him beneath me. Behind me. I want to wrap my legs around his waist and ride him. I want to roll him onto his back and taste that pre-cum on my tongue, and I want to feel him slide between my lips and stretch my jaw with his thick shaft and feel those veins ripple over my tongue, and I want to feel him grunt and hear him groan and feel him thrust and move and lose all restraint. I want to taste the smoke and musk of his cum and feel it slide thick and viscous and hot onto my tongue.
I want to feel him driving into me, wild and furious as he pulses and pounds and comes, shouting my name.
Problem is, I want it all, and I want it now, and I don’t know which I want first.
All these thoughts and images of him coming has me aching. Needing. Throbbing and rising toward climax without him even touching me, except for his mouth on mine and his tongue slashing against mine.
“Ryder,” I whisper. “I need you. Right now.”
He rocks backward, up onto his knees. “I have condoms in my bag. Hold on.” He rolls off the bed, pointing back at me. “Stay there.”
I laugh. “Did you think I was going to go downstairs and get a drink instead?”
“Smart-ass.”
He yanks his duffel bag off the floor, sets it on the dresser, and rips it open, finding a new, unopened box of condoms. He brings the box over to the bed, ripping it open quickly.
I smile at him. “There’s no hurry, Ryder. I’m not going anywhere.”
He glares at me. “You’re wrong about that. I fucking need you. I’ve never needed anything so bad as I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
He finally gets the box open, fumbling free an entire string of condoms. He’s facing the bed as he tosses the box onto the bedside table and then goes to rip one of the squares free of the strip. Only, it doesn’t rip free cleanly, and two of the foil packets tear open. He curses, grumbling under his breath.
I move to the edge of the bed and reach for him, laughing. “Relax, Ryder. We’ll use both of them.” I smile up at him as I clutch him. “You’re awful tense about this.”
He separates the two packets and withdraws one of the rings. “I don’t usually fumble or mess up like that.” He tenses as I lean forward, toward him. “You just…I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anything, and I want this to be perfect.”
I toss my hair over one shoulder, wrap a hand around his ass and hold on to him for balance as I lean partly off the bed, stroking him with my other hand. “It is perfect, Ryder. And trust me, I want you just as bad. You make me crazy. I want you so bad I don’t even know how to deal with it.”
“Laurel…”
I sink my mouth onto him, tasting him as I swirl my tongue around him. I back away and glance up at him. “I can’t help it. I just…need you.”
I taste him again, caressing him with one hand as I sink my mouth around him, stroking my fist up to my lips, pumping, gliding, tonguing him.
