I suck softly. Then harder. She tastes so fucking good.
And the way she's responding to me—
Fuck.
I bring one hand to her hip. Guide her body over mine.
My tip strains against her.
Then it's one inch at a time.
Fuck.
I suck harder on her nipple.
"Ryan." She knots her hand in my hair. "Oh God."
Her groan is exactly what I need.
It's everything I need.
She stares down at me as she rocks against me.
That's Leighton on top of me.
That's her soft, sweet cunt wrapped around me.
That's her groan filling the room.
I toy with her nipples as she fucks me. Watch her brow knit with pleasure. Watch her lips part with groan after groan.
She reaches to her hair, pulls out the pins, lets it fall over her cheeks. "You feel so fucking good." She digs the heel of her hand into my chest. Uses it for leverage to lift her hips then drive down on me.
My last conscious thought flees my brain.
My world is a blur of Leighton. Her purple hair falling in front of her blue-green eyes. Her red lips curling in pleasure. Her nails digging into my chest. Her cunt pulling me deeper.
Her groans run together.
They get higher.
Needier.
I bring my thumb to her clit. Rub her as she drives down on me.
"Ryan, fuck." A groan falls off her lips. Another. Another.
She drives through her orgasm, rocking her hips against me, grinding against my cock and fingers.
I flip her onto her back. Pry her thighs apart. Plant my hands outside her shoulders.
With one hard thrust, I drive into her.
She wraps her hands around my back to pull me closer.
My body sinks into hers.
Her legs wrap around my thighs.
My lips find hers.
I thrust into her with steady strokes. I savor every soft, wet inch of her. Every groan. Every gasp.
Every fucking part of her.
We stay pressed together, limbs tangled, tongues dancing together until I'm there.
Pleasure spreads out from my pelvis.
My cock pulses as I come inside her.
Fuck.
I rock through my orgasm. Once I've spilled every drop, I collapse next to Leighton and wrap my arms around her.
She looks up at me with a hazy smile.
I pull her closer.
And I hold her like I'm never going to let her go.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Leighton
Light bounces off the hardwood floors. It's soft. White. Morning light. It's way too early to be awake light.
But there isn't a single part of me that wants to stay asleep.
The apartment is warm. The air smells like coffee. And Ryan is sitting at my dining table wearing nothing but a smile.
Soft light falls over his hard body. My fingers itch to trace the lines of his muscles. His ink. His smile. The soft tuft of hair just beneath his belly button—
"My eyes are up here." He stands.
With me lying down, his cock is right at eye level.
I…
Uh…
"You're objectifying me." He reaches for something on the table. Brings it to his lips. Really, above the waist it's all a blur.
"Was that ever a question?" I prop myself on my elbow. Force myself to stare into his piercing blue eyes.
They're wide with enthusiasm, joy, satisfaction.
He's still smiling.
There isn't a single hint of frustration in his expression.
Ryan's happiness is the best thing I've ever seen.
Okay, it's second to watching him come. But that's not a fair competition.
"I'm more than a beautiful face." He offers me his mug of coffee.
The sheets fall to my chest as I push myself up. "Your body is also amazing."
My fingers brush his as I take the cup. It's good coffee. Dark. Strong. Just enough half-and-half and Sugar in the Raw to make it sweet and creamy.
"Mmm. Amazing." I try to hand it back.
He shakes his head keep it.
"Thanks." I revel in my second sip.
"You don't have any food."
"I never have food."
"I'm gonna change that."
"You're going to stock my fridge for me?"
"Yeah." Light falls over his side and torso as he sits next to me on the bed. "You got a problem with that?"
"Will you cook it for me too?"
"Try and stop me."
My smile spreads over my cheeks. I scoot closer to him. Until my thigh is pressed against his. And my shoulder is against his. And I can feel all the warmth of his skin against mine.
His fingers brush my thigh. He draws circles over my skin, a mindless gesture that screams I love you.
My fingers skim his temples. "You already put in your contacts?"
He nods.
"I don't get Ryan in glasses?"
His brow rises with surprise. "You like them?"
"Of course." My voice gets dreamy. "I love them."
"Don't have them on me."
"Will you wear them at your place?"
"You like them that much?"
My nod is the definition of enthusiasm.
He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. "I don't know. Can you convince me?"
My sex clenches. Yes. I should convince him. I should drop this coffee and convince him right now.
I restrain myself.
Take a long sip. Offer him the mug.
He shakes his head. "It's yours."
"I think I love you." My cheeks flush. "I mean, um, it's just an expression."
"I know."
I hide behind my mug.
"Do you?"
I do. And I'm pretty sure he knows. But I'm not ready to say it yet. Not so straightforwardly. "I have a strict policy. No declarations of affection for twenty-four hours after sex."
"The oxytocin fucks with your judgment."
I nod. "Mmm. I do like an educated man."
He chuckles. "College had its uses."
"There is the oxytocin. But it's more that it's easy to love someone who's making you come." I slide off the bed. Leave the cup on the table. Spin on my heels so I'm eye to eye with Ryan. "Usually, it's twelve hours. But I had to double it on account of how great the sex was."
His smile spreads over his face.
My cheeks flush. This is weird. Amazing, but weird. I'm a giggly schoolgirl again. I'm on a fucking cloud. I'm floating.
My hand finds his hip. God, will I ever get tired of touching him? Soft skin. Hard muscles. All those lines of ink.
And it's Ryan.
My best friend.
My favorite person in the entire world.
The guy I've been lusting after for two years is still naked in my apartment.
I've died and gone to heaven. Really, I have.
"This is surreal," I whisper.
"Good surreal." His lips skim my neck. "We're due at work in two hours."
"Can we ditch? Stay in bed all day?"
"You can, yeah. I have appointments."
"Have Dean do them."
He shakes his head in horror.
"Kidding."
"I know." He releases me as he takes a step backward. "Let's go out. I'll buy you breakfast."