I lick the underside of his shaft while I bob my head. Ryder’s fingers tighten in my hair, his hips slowing when I take control. I take more of him until he hits the back of my throat again. An undignified choking noise slips out of me, and strings of saliva pool around his shaft and pelvis. My jaw burns from keeping my mouth open so wide for so long.
Needing a moment to work out the tension in my jaw, I pull back and suck the tip for a second. Ryder shoves the back of my head, sinking his cock into my throat. His groan rumbles deep in his chest and moves straight to my clit.
I grab his thigh with one hand and hold myself steady as he fucks my face with the same desperation I feel. His cock thickens, and ropes of cum jet into my throat. I swallow each load, not wanting to drown.
My hips buck against my hand, and I let out a muffled moan as my orgasm slams into me. Tingles spread through me, and I ride out the high while Ryder continues to fill my mouth with his spunk.
He releases my hair and drops his hands at his sides. I raise my head and suck in a ragged breath as his twitching dick slips out of my mouth. I pant and lick my swollen lips to clean the stray beads of cum I didn’t catch.
I pull my hand out of my shorts and stumble to the bathroom to wash up. When I return to the bedroom, Ryder is still passed out on the bed, sweat coating his tanned skin. I glance at the door and nibble on my swollen bottom lip, then look at Ryder again.
Tears sting my eyes.
I can’t leave him yet. Just a few more minutes with him.
I turn off the lights and crawl into bed with him, then cover us with the comforter. The heady scent of amber and cypress fills my lungs, relaxing my muscles and quieting my racing thoughts.
Five minutes, then I’ll leave. Just five more minutes with him so I can enjoy his presence and memorize every detail about him.
I curl into his side and kiss his shoulder. “I love you so much, big brother. I’m so sorry for being a coward and having to run, but I hope one day you’ll understand why. It’s to protect you.”
“ALWAYS BEEN YOU” CHRIS GREY
My toes curl, and I let out a soft whimper as ecstasy fills my veins and spreads through my body. Pleasure coils tight in my lower stomach, drawing tighter with each swipe of his tongue on my clit.
More. I want more.
His warm, wet tongue flicks the bundle of nerves, and he slows to a gentle tease until my orgasm fades.
“Please,” I cry.
Ryder’s eyes flare with hunger and determination. He sucks my clit between his pierced lips and moans, sending vibrations through me and driving me back to the edge, only to pull away before I explode. He grips my thigh, holding me open, and with his other hand, he probes my opening with two fingers before he plunges them inside me.
I throw my head back with a cry and push my hips against his face, riding his eager tongue. My climax rushes forward with the promise of making me see God. I growl when he releases my clit, killing the orgasm before it could sweep me away.
“You’re so mean,” I whine.
Ryder huffs out a laugh. “I know, baby, but this will make you feel so good. Let me make you come hard for me.”
His fingers spread, then scissor inside me. The motion stretches my inner walls, bringing a burning sensation that he drowns out by tonguing my clit again. My back arches off the bed, my muscles tensing as the orgasm builds faster than the last time.
“Ryder,” I choke out. “I’m right there. Please let me come!”
He moans against me, adding vibration into the mix. “Come for me, little sister. Show me how much you love me.”
My lips part on a silent scream. I writhe underneath him as the climax knocks the air out of my lungs and all I can do is hold on to him while I ride it out.
This is a dream. I know it is, and I don’t want to wake up from this. It’s safe here. Safe to be with him.
But like every good dream, it eventually comes to an end, and I’m dragged back to reality.
My eyes fly open as I wake, my ragged shriek piercing my ears. Sweat coats my face and between my breasts. The dark, humid bedroom smells like sex. And the sensation of Ryder’s tongue on my clit doesn’t disappear, nor does the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me.
I look between my spread legs and freeze.
Ryder’s head is between my thighs, his darkened gaze already on my face, watching my reaction as his tongue lashes against my sensitive nub. Two thick, tattooed fingers pound in and out of my spasming walls as he works me through the last of my orgasm. My mouth dries when I notice the blood staining the sides of his mouth and cheeks.
“Shit!” I shove his forehead to get him off me, but he dives back and latches his mouth on my mound. His arm locks around my waist, preventing me from escaping him as he swipes his tongue from bottom to top, repeatedly. “Ryder, please! I’m on my period.”
