She doesn’t say a word.
So I don’t either.
With inches between us, it doesn’t take either of us long to fall asleep.
My fingers dance along smooth skin as I bite back my groan from the clothed ass grinding against my hard dick. Rylee’s breathing tells me she’s sleeping, but her hips moving for friction says otherwise.
One of my palms flattens against the bottom of her exposed stomach from her shirt raising at some point during the night, while the other stays by my side. Involuntarily, my hips meet her ass as she moves backward and the sharp breath escaping her only intensifies the relief I need from the erection trapped in the sweatpants I fell asleep in.
I don’t know when I moved under the comforter, but it’s the last thing on my mind when a much smaller, softer hand covers mine and guides it down to the center of her parted thighs. I don’t ask if she’s sure because she cups our hands over her until I feel the damp heat pooling there.
I brush hair away from her neck and press a single, tender kiss on the back of it as my hand begins stroking between her thighs. She parts her legs further, giving me more access as she grinds against me the same way I’d done on Halloween. Using my free hand, I press her ass against me harder and begin rocking to relieve the ache in my groin, eyes rolling into the back of my head when she swivels her hips and presses against me with the need to get me off as badly as I want to.
Her breathing is choppy, needy, and the sound drives me as fucking crazy as it did before as I use a thumb to apply pressure over the bundle of nerves that I know will set her off. A gargled noise rises from her throat that makes me bury my face into the crook of her neck and pepper kisses along her heated skin as I listen to every soft, pleading sound she makes with each swipe of my hand.
I don’t know how early it is, but the sun is barely up, and I have no idea when her parents normally wake up and move around. I move my hand away and lightly chuckle at the sound of protest she makes until I squeeze her thigh.
“Do you trust me?” I whisper, hovering over her. Her face is shy, vulnerable with an innocence that heightens her sexiness and leaves me ten times harder. It’s only after she gives me a timid nod that I readjust us so she’s on her knees, her back arched and face buried in a pillow, with me kneeling behind her that I slowly grip the waistband of her shorts and roll them down until she’s bared to me.
She freezes, her head darting to me in silent question. I give her a reassuring smile and say, “I’ll make you feel good, love. But you need to be quiet. Okay?”
A sharp breath escapes her as she nods again, her bottom lip sucked in by her top teeth as I glide my palms over her bare hips until I find where she’s already wet for me. Bending forward, I press a kiss to her ass, first to one cheek, then the other, before my tongue finds the seam that it’s been dying to taste ever since I first met the woman bent in front of me.
And the wait was worth it.
She moans into the pillow as my tongue swipes a line from her soaked entrance to her clit, then back again. I take my time with her, kneading her hips with my fingers, squeezing her ass, playing with the bundle of nerves, and teasing her entrance with the tip of my tongue like I did with my fingers once before.
I’d be lying if I said pussy and I weren’t well acquainted—we’re practically best friends. I know how to make a woman writhe and come undone until she’s seeing stars. And Rylee’s is the best I’ve tasted.
Sweet.
Needy.
And when her legs begin shaking I know she’s close. Her body gravitates toward my mouth as I eat her out, demanding more with every flick and stroke. When she gets louder, I reach around her to muffle her orgasm, cupping a hand over her mouth as I finish her off with my finger stroking her entrance before slowly sliding in and my thumb grazing the puckered hole of her ass until she bucks against me with a muffled cry into my palm.
When she’s sated, her hips drop until she’s flat on her stomach, her breathing hard and body limp in front of me.
I don’t think about my hard as hell cock.
I simply readjust myself, pull her shorts back into place, and lay back down beside her. Wanting her close, I haul her body into my side and relax when she settles in.
I peck a kiss against her temple and close my eyes in hopes of getting a little more sleep.
When I wake up a while later, Rylee is already gone, and the sheets are cold.
Checking my phone before subjecting myself to whatever awaits me downstairs, I notice a sling of texts from the guys.
Manning: Do you think he’s dead?
Jax: Maybe he’s finally getting laid
Cal: Good then he won’t be so prickly
Manning: Or maybe they took him to a pig farm. I hear that’s where they get rid of bodies in rural areas
Cal: A pig farm????
Zayne: Ur all morons
Cal: Don’t be jelly that he got the girl
Manning: Dude
Jax: Notice Garrick hasn’t replied yet
Manning: *pig emoji*
Jax: Wait are they even farmers??
Cal: Who cares?
Jax: How would they get the pigs?
Manning: Other people could own them and they take his body there for disposal
Zayne: He’s probably trying to impress the in-laws
I snort over that, not sure how impressed they’d be over me going down on their daughter in her childhood bedroom like
