Dirty roulette, p.33
Dirty Roulette, page 33
“I don’t want to stop,” she whispers between our lips interlocking, and this time everything down there aches.
“It’s not going to...” I breathe the words into her mouth, “but we gotta get out.”
“You promise...” she bites my bottom lips with a kiss.
“Promise what, cutie...” Another kiss, her tongue tangled and mixed with mine. I’m not even breathing at this point.
“To make love to me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I have to pull away. I ease her down until her soft feet find the tub floor, and I turn off the dial. Payton pulls the curtain aside and instantly goosebumps prickle every inch of her arms. She grabs the clean towel on the counter wrapping it around herself. When I step out dripping wet, her pupils dilate and look sleepy. There is something different about her gaze. Those eyes bore into me like she was really looking at me for the first time. My soul in its entirety was thrown into a glass house for her to do whatever she pleases.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Stop asking me that.” Her head falls to my biceps, pecking me with her lips.
“Come on.” I wrap the towel hanging on the rack around my waist and I crack open the bathroom door. Frigid air meets my face, with water skidding down my cheeks.
Interlocking my fingers with hers, we race into my room, and I lock the door behind me. Taking in a deep breath, I unplug my cell from the charger, swallowing hard as I switch on the camera. A painful thump in my chest boils down to my stomach, as the red button for the video stares at me like the forbidden tree holding the fruit that cursed me here to begin with.
I press the button, and the seconds beat red on the screen like my heart. The steps I take are heavy as I prop the phone on my dresser, where there is a clear view of the bed. Payton leans into my ear. “I’m going to play some music...” Soft lips kiss me on the cheek as she finds my Bluetooth speaker, fiddling with it and her phone.
It’s not too loud to give it away to Jared and Nick what we are up to. The bass pounds, the guitar plays heavy chords, and the vocalist’s voice is deep, haunting, and ethereal. I think my soul left my body.
“Who’s this?” I ask.
“Sleep Token... they say it’s baby-making music.”
She empties my lungs with those words and chuckles. When I turn to her, the flame of the candle in the room flickers in her irises. I swallow the rock stuck in my throat. She shimmies out of the wet towel, and it plops to the floor. My hard-on might stab a hole through my towel. She breaks my brain, and it turns into complete mush. Wet uncombed hair drips down her hard pink nipples and down her pale skin. I’ve never loved someone like this. My chest cavity might burst with how hard she makes my heart beat. It doesn’t beat like this for anyone; it beats like this for her, and it is different from any girl ever looking in my direction.
My thumb rests on the bottom of her swollen, rosy lips. “I love you, I can’t stop saying it. I love you so much.” Not wanting to waste another second, I kiss her again. Both of my hands coil around her neck and into her wet hair, as she lets me sink in against her dripping body.
My towel falls on its own to the floor, and we walk in reverse. I don’t remember my nerves ever sky-rocketing in every direction like this. I’m nervous. I can’t untangle myself from the thoughts of wanting to make her feel like she’s in heaven but also wanting to not hurt her at the same time.
You know how you don’t go to Denny’s but wind up there with twenty dollars in your pocket and a broken life at two in the morning? If she runs away because I fuck up this moment, I’m going to wind up being that guy. Every day.
Moonlight bleeds into the room, bathing her pale, flawless skin as I stretch her out on the sheets. I easily wedge myself between her legs. She brushes her wet opening along my length, and I groan. With one hand, I massage her perfect breasts, and my lips tease her other taut pink nipple, rolling them with my tongue. Payton’s hips begin to thrash against me.
My lips trail up her collarbone to her neck and bite down on the sweet spot that makes her heartbeat noticeable through her artery. Branding her neck seems to be my trademark. Her hips rock as I touch her, and I’m deliberate as I press my length hard against her. “You’re so beautiful.”
Sitting up slightly, I wrap my hands around her hips, sliding her to the edge of the bed, and I drop down to my knees.
Something has taken over me. My head leans against her inner thigh, my heart hurting as I brush a hand on her silky skin. Perfection has always been in front of me for over a decade.
Exploding opal eyes eat me up. She steals all the oxygen particles from my lungs. They bore at me with a rawness I can’t shake off. I grasp her hips, and steady her before peppering the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with kisses and slowly go down, not missing a single inch of her skin.
The second my tongue strokes in and out over her opening, she moans out, “Sebastian.” I’ve never liked to be called by my first name, but hearing it with her breathless voice makes me hope she never stops. Her legs already tangle me into a headlock. “You’re gonna make me...” Every long, lazy lick summons a whimper, a moan, her breathy sighs, and my name coming off of her lips. My brain goes hazy, and I see black dots. She’s going to make me explode just from the way she sounds. Her legs clamp down on my head, with her back arching. I pull away.
“No..no! Don’t stop!” she begs as I drag my tongue along my lips, and she’s all I can taste.
“Oh, cutie, we’ve barely started.” I spread her thighs back open, kissing her skin, licking a trail back to her sweet opening.
“Oh my god.” She moans, pushing her hips into my face as she continuously breathes out my name in heavy bursts. I catch her clit, drawing my lips to suckle her, lick her, teasing it with my tongue until she makes that sweet sound under her breath. She digs her fingers into the sheets, rocking into my face. Her thighs wrestle me back into that chokehold. I’m unable to breathe as I suck on her and attempt to open her legs a bit for me to take a breath, but it’s too late. She’s climaxing. Her little whimpers force my heartbeat to drop to my dick, and it throbs. When her shudders calm down, I trail my lips over her thighs again before I pick myself up.
Crawling on the bed, I hover over her and run a thumb on her crimson cheeks. My lips brush a gentle kiss across her forehead like I’ve done every summer, every holiday, every time I saw her since eighth grade.
Leaning over, I pull open the drawer on my nightstand. The golden box fumbles in my hand, and I tear it open. The rope of condoms unfolds and I take one off, rip it open with my teeth, and hand it to her.
Both brows of hers lift with a sweet giggle. “Ultra ribbed.”
“For her pleasure.” I smile and peck her on the lips. She pulls out the condom and tosses the wrapper on the floor. With an elbow, she props herself up, studying it too hard in her fingertips. “Like this...” I brush my hand along hers and guide her fingers so it unrolls smoothly over my length. The nervous giggles match my trembling hands clenching her ass. I lift her, and her slender legs grip my hips.
Chapter forty-five
Payton
Ryder's tongue made a path down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with nibbles. He teases my lips with his teeth, biting them sweetly before he nudges them apart so that he can explore every inch of my mouth with his. I can taste myself as his tongue finds mine. Rough thumbs brush my cheeks, and his hard chest rests on my breasts.
"You good?" He whispers in my mouth.
I swallow hard. "Yeah..."
He bites his bottom lip and props himself above me. It burns everywhere as his hand runs down my breasts, taking a handful, before he travels down my navel to my thighs. I love his strong hands. The candlelight glows against his chest, outlining every muscle possible. My heart bursts into open flames as he spreads my legs slightly, tracing my nerves, and navigating himself. He adjusts himself and then the tip of him, hard and stern pokes at my entrance. He is definitely not little.
I am quickly infected by his ashen eyes glazing over when he looks at me. My mouth turns dry, my throat choking on my own tongue. My heart beats out of control, threatening to break free from my chest. I rest a palm on his pecs which are hard like a rock. His heart thuds against my own, and I realize he's nervous too. But I'm the one who's never done this before.
"Are you okay?" His voice shakes and he's trembling above me.
I brush a hand up his neck, wanting to feel every atom that fuses him together. "I’m okay." Goosebumps prickle all over his arms, and he steadies himself.
He leans in and pecks my fingers. "Are you sure?"
"Yes... I want you."
"Okay, cutie. Talk me through this." With a gentle push, he slides in; just the tip, while staring hard at me. He's motionless as if we were playing freeze tag on the playground, but at the same time, his eyes pour into mine like Jack Dawson losing his heart in a Coupe de Ville.
"I need you to talk to me." he's trembling badly.
"I'm okay, keep going," I whisper and his head falls to the crease of my neck, his breath in my ears. "You won't hurt me." My hands curl into his hair, pulling on the soft strands.
He nibbles my earlobes. His thumb finds its way to my cheek, stroking my burning skin. He moves only half an inch inside me. I'm throbbing all over, wanting to feel him. Each breath he takes comes out ragged, like he's about to have a heart attack right on top of me.
I run a hand over his cheek, he's sweating as he closes his eyes. I lean into him kissing him on the lips, letting my tongue find his and I whisper, "I want to make you come."
"Fuck..." He laughs between our kisses.
"Come on Mister Running Back, and deflower this cheerleader," I quip, trying to lighten the mood. I tangle my ankles together behind his waist and push my hips up gently, helping him like he does with me. "We don't have all night."
"Just tell me if it hurts." His lips recapture mine, more demanding this time. He slides inside me, all the way. It feels like my eyes roll into my skull as I yelp. I break from his lips and I almost dislocate my jaw biting down on my bottom lip from the pressure. Painful. Things are stretching in ways they never have before. My nails dig into his hair and I think I pulled a chunk of it out.
"Payton... baby."
"Don't you dare stop." I breathe hard, refusing to let him pull away and tell me this is a bad idea. "Just go slow." I'm breathing hard like I ran two miles.
"Okay, cutie." He bites gently on the sweet spot of my neck as he slides in and out of me with achingly slow strokes. Each thrust of his hips is done so carefully, and he groans into my ears.
He lifts himself up, holding his weight with both palms pressed into the mattress as he eases in and out. His eyes glaze over as he stares at me the entire time. "Does it still hurt?" he groans.
"No..." I can't catch my breath as I feel him pulsating in me. His length gets thicker with each gentle stroke. My heart explodes as I moan out his name again.
"You feel so good." Ryder's body melts against mine keeping his slow rhythm and my world is filled with him.
"Don't stop, I want to make you feel good."
He gives me a cocky smile. "Fuck, I love how you make me feel." He kisses me. Steady, gentle movements pump in and out and the pain stops completely, replaced by pure bliss. Between my thighs, the throbbing need to come undone drowns me. He's nudging my clit with each downward stroke. My body burns, then erupts into chills, my brain is not working and becomes full of static like an old television that lost its signal.
"I want you to come again. Do this," Ryder groans into my mouth. He grasps my fingers tangled in his hair and slides them across the sensitive piece of flesh between my folds. He's gentle, showing me how to circle my fingers around. "Finger yourself, and come with me."
I bite my bottom lip. I suck in a harsh breath and tremble with the sudden surge of electricity firing in my nerves following his directions, stroking and swirling my fingers around my gem. "You don't have to go slow anymore, show me how much you love me," I whimper, the chemicals inside me about to burst into a million particles.
"You sure?"
"Stop teasing me."
"Okay..." One of his hands grabs my ass, lifting my thigh higher, and he pulls out, with just the head inside me, and he gives me one harsh stroke. I whimper out a moan. "Does it hurt?" He does it again, pulling out and slamming into me.
"I wanna come, go faster."
He bends down and captures my moans with his mouth, preventing all my sighs and gasps from escaping as he picks up the pace. He thrusts harder and quicker, going deeper with each stroke. Finally, his control has snapped and he’s done being timid. The rhythm increases, his skin slapping against my flesh as he pounds into me. The bed starts to rattle, the headboard banging against the wall.
Rapture rises in me like the hottest fire, clouding my brain.
His breath rasps hot on my neck. "Fuck... I'm not going to last long." He groans and rains kisses down on me, biting hard on my bottom lip.
The chorus erupts on the Bluetooth speakers in perfect unison with everything I'm feeling. "Ryder... Ryder... oh my," I moan out his name. It's like a universe explodes into existence, dust turns to stars, and galaxies mold into perfect worlds. It ruptures, firing every nerve ending down my thighs. Nothing is working. I can't touch myself anymore. My nails dig into his sweaty skin. I unravel underneath him.
"Payton," his breath says my name. Everything in the world, all of him becomes a part of me, as I've given him the one thing I can't ever give to anyone else.
"Coming." He breathes hard into my neck, his length pulsates inside me and the second he comes he moans my name, his groin jerks, and he grabs the headboard with one hand as he stiffens. His gray eyes burn silver into mine, and he collapses onto me with his sweaty chest pressed against mine. He holds me for what feels like a century, still pulsing inside me, still pushing in and out like he wants more. Kissing me, holding me like he never wants to let go. He's covered in sweat, it's skating down his face, and I feel it running down his back. I can't even figure out how to unwrap my arms from him. All I can do is kiss him, our tongues lapping against each other.
When he pulls away he leans into my ears and says, "I've never come like that before." He kisses my lips. My heartbeat is in my ears and I stroke a hand through his wet hair, "I love you." He combs a hand along the side of my face and brushes his lips on mine. For the longest time he embraces me, holding onto me and kissing me before easing out. He scoots off the bed, pulling the condom off and disposing of it. There is a blood stain on his sheets, and there is nothing around to cover it up as he takes the phone, turning the camera off.
I run a finger over it, and it's already mostly dry. "What's wrong?" Ryder asks and narrows his brows.
I swallow hard and say. "I stained your sheets."
He places the phones on the nightstand and runs a hand over the mark. "I'd rather it be you than anyone else," Ryder grabs a bottle of water and hands it to me. "Here."
"Thanks..." I twist the cap off and take in a mouthful.
"Stay with me tonight?" He leans into the crease of my neck, his breath on my skin. "Please."
"I don't want to be anywhere else."
I spent minutes, maybe another hour curled up to him, our legs tangled under the sheets. The moonlight illuminates his face. He's a kisser like it's his love language. Our tongues having their own conversations before he decides to shut his eyes and fall asleep.
His arms stay wrapped around me, breathing into my back. He's not much of a snorer, but the moment sleep hits him, his breaths are harder.
I fall asleep but stir awake when the sky is turning into a brilliant blue through his blinds. He's groaning, and kissing my shoulder blades. Rough hands massage my breasts, and I'm waking up to his hard-on pressed against my butt. His hand runs down my navel and between my thighs.
"Are you sore?" He whispers in my ears, and he starts to massage my clit again. It feels good, and I'm about to explode all over again. "Oh cutie, I love the way you sound." It's like he's half asleep, having a sex dream, and waking up because he can't climax.
"Not really, no."
"I want you right now, holy shit. I want you so bad." He rolls me over and pins me against the mattress before he makes love to me again.
Chapter forty-six
Payton
Convincing Naomi to seduce Brody has to be the most diabolical plan I’ve ever come up with on a whim. Knowing Scottie P had a massive crush on her, we figured he would be able to stop them from actually hooking up. He’ll blow through the house like a train derailment in thirty minutes. All Naomi needs to do is act sexy, get in Brody’s room, and have him leave for at least five minutes so we can find the flash drive.
When she stumbles over to the fraternity drunk as hell, I’m yelling expletives in my head. We agreed to act drunk. Not come over with a bottle of gin swaying back and forth like a dumb blonde, slurring, “Heyyy! Oh, my god, I’m so horny!”
I facepalm, squatting in the bushes watching the shitshow pull back the curtains as Brody opens the door, and she stumbles into the house.
The window to Brody’s bedroom faces the backyard. My brain couldn’t solve the puzzle of how to unlock the gate. I try to find the lock to unlatch it, but splinters are a bitch. Instead, I lift myself over the wall like an amateur burglar. And I trip on my damn shoelaces. Of course, they came untied once I landed and entangled my feet. I’m face-planting on empty cans of beer littering the yard before I can even blink.
Weeds are up to my knees, and everything back here is dead. I’m Indiana Jones with the Mission Impossible theme song playing, but without the revolver, as I barricade myself to the wall sneaking to his window. His blinds are open, and Naomi is swatting him playfully in the chest.
