The furrow in his brow smooths out as he grips me tighter. “You’re horny?”
“Very.”
“And you’re sure you don’t want to talk about this ESPN thing?”
I shake my head. “Not much to talk about. What an opportunity.” I lift on my toes and kiss his jaw. “Now take me back to our room.”
RYOT
“Can I go to the bathroom and freshen up for a second?” Myla asks as we reach our room.
I hold the door open for her and say, “Do whatever you need, babe.”
She winks and then walks over to the bathroom, looking free and . . . tipsy.
Once the bathroom door shuts, I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot a text to Banner.
Ryot: What the fuck, man? I wish you would have talked to me about the ESPN thing.
I kick my shoes off and move over to the bed.
Banner: Uh . . . are you angry about this? You heard JP and Huxley. This is huge!
Ryot: Yeah, huge for you guys. Fuck, Banner, you know I’m struggling with Myla right now. This news doesn’t help my case.
Banner: Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that.
Ryot: Yeah, that much is obvious.
Banner: But this . . . this is the dream, Ryot. Slipping you into mainstream media with the business name slapped onto a segment will solidify our spot in communications. This was what we were aiming for.
Ryot: I understand that, and any other time, I would be jumping up and down, but I have no idea what’s going on with Myla. And having a spot on ESPN like that would mean a huge commitment, and one I’m not sure I’m able to take right now. I need to fix my marriage.
Banner: Not to be a shithead in the moment, but . . . aren’t you getting a divorce? I know you’ve been trying to fix things, but at the end of the day, do you really think you’ll be able to do that?
I stare down at his text, my mind trying to process what he’s saying. Sure, I’ve been trying, and it’s been great since we’ve been here, in this little Napa Valley bubble, but what will life be like when we leave? That question has been in the back of my head ever since Myla arrived, and it’s slowly eating me alive.
Now with this new opportunity looming, I’m worried that it will turn her away even more.
Ryot: I don’t know, man. I have no fucking clue what’s going to happen, but if I have a chance at saving my marriage, then I’ll pick that chance, even if it means passing up this opportunity. I’m sorry.
Banner: Don’t apologize. I get it. I know how much Myla means to you, and if you get the chance, I want you to work it out. We have time to think about all of this. Just focus on her for now.
Ryot: Okay, thanks, and I’m sorry for not being excited with you.
Banner: I understand more than you know.
The bathroom door opens, and when I glance up from where I’m sitting on the bed, Myla appears wearing absolutely nothing.
Fuck.
Me.
With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she walks up to me and says, “Move to the head of the bed and take your shirt off.”
Even though my stomach is twisting with worry, it doesn’t stop me from enjoying this moment with Myla and giving her what she wants. I would give her anything. So I move to the head of the bed while taking my shirt off.
“You’re so sexy, Ryot,” she says, so confident in her skin that I grow hard from the way she struts toward me. “Your body is insane.” She straddles my legs as her hands go to the waistband of my jeans and undoes them. She slips her hands into my briefs and jeans and then pulls them off along with my socks, leaving me stark naked. She wets her lips as her eyes fall to my erection. “And you’re hard. Do you know how much that makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth?”
“That’s because you are,” I say as my hand falls to my cock, and I start stroking myself.
“No touching,” she says as she moves my hand away. “I want to be the one who makes you come.”
“Then tell me what you want,” I say.
She spreads my legs and then pushes them up so my feet are flat on the bed. “Hold your legs,” she says. I grip my knees and keep myself in place as she goes to the nightstand and pulls out the lube.
“Babe,” I moan quietly.
“Hmm?” she asks with a devilish grin.
“You’re going to make me come in your mouth, aren’t you?”
“Is there a problem with that?”
“There is when I want to fuck you into this mattress.”
A smile graces those beautiful lips of hers. “Then you’re just going to have to control yourself, aren’t you?” She pops open the lube and spreads it over her fingers before positioning herself between my legs.
Excitement spikes up my spine as she lowers her mouth to the head of my cock and swirls her tongue around it.
“Fuck,” I drawl as my head presses against the headboard.
She swirls around and around, her slick tongue hot on my tightening skin. It feels so fucking good. The only thing better than her mouth is her pussy. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can beat that.
Her mouth drags up my length and back down, running along the veins and paying particularly close attention to the underside of my head, where it’s the most sensitive. I squirm beneath her touch, looking for some pressure, but she continues to tease me with her tongue, and it’s sweet fucking torture.
“Babe, give me more.”
“Why would I do that when I’m perfectly content just tasting you with my tongue?” she asks as she moves her tongue to my inner thighs now, kissing and licking along the sensitive flesh. She crosses over, dragging her mouth over my cock and then back to my other leg as she positions her fingers behind my balls.
“Christ, Myla.” I slouch a little more, giving her a better angle right before she slips her fingers inside me. My eyes squeeze shut, and I groan as her mouth descends over my cock at the same time, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. “Baby,” I groan.
She pulls off my cock and drags her fingers until they’re almost all the way out. I suck in a heavy breath, my lungs trying to consume air, but my breaths fall short.
And then she pushes her fingers in and swallows my cock all the way until she gags and then quickly pulls out.
She repeats this process over and over again until my legs start to shake, and a light sheen of sweat crawls over my body.
“Myla, it’s . . . it’s so fucking good.” I slouch some more, unable to hold myself up, and she positions herself so her fingers tease me even deeper, creating such a dynamic, evasive pressure that my cock surges in her mouth against her teeth, where she lightly clamps them over my length and drags up. “Mother . . . fuck,” I groan as my legs start to slip from my sweaty palms. “Babe, I’m right there.”
“Mmmmm,” she hums, making my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. And then she pops her mouth off and goes back to lightly licking while her fingers curl up in a “come hither” motion that has the room around me turning black.
A euphoric feeling spreads through my veins, wraps around my muscles, and sinks into my bones as everything turns hot, uncontrolled, and wild. The need for pressure is so fucking overwhelming that I feel like I could scream, beg, plead for more.