Page 27 of Longing for More
Right where he would have put a baby.
The one, terrible anxiety that had plagued me before I fell asleep washed away at the action.
It wasn’t just sex to him. To them. It was so, so much more.
My eyes snapped back to Ryder as I answered, nodding my head. His rewarding smile would have knocked me off my feet if I weren’t lying down. Though, that could have been reserved for his filthy mouth instead, and even more so as he slipped another finger in me. “Yeah? What do you like?"
I didn’t understand the question, forcing him to continue. “Do you like my fingers in you while he’s right there? Could wake up any second. Or do you like how he’s holding you protectively while your boyfriend finger fucks you?”
The second one, I thought.Definitely the second one.
It felt utterly wrong to be held by another man while Ryder pleasured me. And yet, I was ready to beg Ryder to let me come just like that after the night we had already shared. And it was that thought alone that brought me to the realization even I had questioned before I fell asleep.
I didn’t regret it.
In fact, I loved it. And I needed more now.
I didn’t trust my voice as I looked down at him. Instead, I gave him a lame hand gesture of holding two fingers up. Trying to indicate the second option. I should have known better than to think that he would accept that answer, though.
“We’re really gonna have to work on you using your words, pretty girl.”
I whimpered. “I like—fuck, baby, yes—I like you touching me while he holds me.”
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes tingling with excitement. “You like it when the roles are reversed from last night? When he holds you—cherishes you—and I get to take care of your pretty holes?”
“God yes,” I moaned, managing to keep my voice at a whisper, even as it shook.
Instead of shushing or mocking me like before, though, Ryder only curled his fingers inside of me, easily finding my g-spot, and moved them faster. The resulting moan that fell out of my mouth was obnoxiously loud and I went to cover my mouth with my hand.
Only for Ryder to match my loud sounds with an equally loud, firm slap on my clit.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. He wanted to see me crash and burn.
He wanted me to wake Lucas up now.
The fucker.
“Use his hand, angel. You can be quiet if you need to be. Use his hand instead of yours, though. He has them for a reason.”
My stomach grew tighter as he never slowed his ministrations. God, these men were far too good with their mouths and hands. It was almost unfair to the entire female population.
I took my hand off of my mouth, and instead, tugged at my own hair to try and regain some semblance of control. “Even while he’s sleeping?”
One of Ryder’s blonde eyebrows shot up in a faux agitated expression, nearly demanding why I was questioning him, and I melted into the bed just from that look alone. Wanting to please him, I did exactly as he said and moved the hand that had previously been rubbing on my belly to my mouth. His hand wasdead weight, nearly the entire size of my head, and covered my mouth easily. I held it there, letting the sleeping man muffle me.
Ryder rewarded me, humming, and brought his mouth back down on my clit.
I moaned violently as he sucked it into his mouth, only to release it and flick it with his tongue, before repeating the same two actions over and over again. The sounds of him fingering me were downright porn worthy.
A part of me wanted to wake Lucas up.
The other part of me was unbelievably turned on that I was fucking my boyfriend while he held me, unknowing.
“You gonna come for me, baby? You want to come on my fingers while you thrash in his arms?”
God, I did. I nodded my head, still holding Lucas’ hand to my face, moaning louder. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. I would have happily kept Lucas’ hand on my face, suffocating me, if it meant I got to cross the finish line in the next moments.
Except it was Lucas’ voice, gruff with sleep, that had my heartbeat souring next. “Is this really happening right now?”