Ryker
RYKER
I wake up early the next day. It’s a force of habit from years of early morning practices. When I turn my head, I fully expect to find Lake still asleep, and I already have plans about how to wake him up. Instead, the bed is empty.
I push myself up on my elbows and look around. The hotel room is silent and empty.
Weird.
I grab my phone, but before I can call him, he walks inside, two cups of coffee in hand and a pastry box shoved underneath his armpit.
He stops when he sees me, and his eyes move up and down my bare chest with clear appreciation.
“Morning,” he says once he’s done ogling. He holds up the coffees. “Breakfast in bed?”
I throw the covers to the side. “Get naked and get in.”
I bet there are people who wouldn’t take it literally, but Lake quickly peels off every last stitch of clothing and climbs into the bed next to me. He plunks the box of donuts between the us and hands me my coffee.
“I figured since the season hasn’t technically started yet you won’t get all bent out of shape about sugar for breakfast.”
“We’ll do a few extra miles for our evening jog.”
He swiftly pulls the box away from me. “I’m sorry, what?”
“To balance it out.” I try to grab a donut. Lake moves the box farther out of my reach.
“Why are you trying to preemptively ruin my sugar high?” he asks.
“Your suffering brings me a lot of joy, I guess?”
I glance at the donuts. He keeps holding the box out of my reach.
“Adjust the attitude, or I’ll eat them all myself.”
I quirk my brow at him, and he holds my gaze with a smug expression. Until I take his soft cock in my hand.
Lake sucks in a loud breath. His dick starts to harden immediately against my palm. I give an experimental tug and watch as his hips punch up.
“How about now?” I ask.
He pointedly takes a donut from the box, brings it to his lips, and takes a big bite.
“Delicious,” he mutters, mouth full.
I rub the spot just below the tip of his dick with the pad of my thumb and watch as his breathing picks up.
He takes another bite and sends me a thoughtful look.
“I suppose I could give you a taste.” His voice sounds slightly breathier than usual.
“It would be the kind of nice thing a husband would do,” I agree.
He puts the box down on the nightstand, leans back, takes the half-finished donut, and slowly moves it over his cock so it leaves behind a sweep of sticky strawberry glaze. His eyes burn with lust as he watches me. I keep my eyes locked with his while I lower my head and lick over his length, gathering up the sugary taste.
Lake’s hand shakes a bit as he repeats the move with the donut. Again, I take a taste. The guttural groan he lets out goes straight to my own cock. My breath is trapped in my chest, and my body is tight as I watch him.
This is the kind of thing he does to me. He incites a driving need for more. It’s never been like this with anybody else.
There’s glaze on Lake’s fingertips now, and he smears it over my bottom lip. I gather it up before I lick over his dick again. He holds the donut out, and I take a bite. Lick his cock, get another bite. It’s a dirty version of breakfast, and I’m salivating for everything on display.
Lake’s thigh muscles strain when I swallow him down between bites, and the fingers that feed me shake. We run out of donuts, and Lake’s hand slides into my hair, sticky fingers gripping the strands tighter and tighter the deeper I take him.
“Christ, you’re an overachiever,” Lake groans when the head hits the back of my throat, and I force myself to swallow.
It’s not so much about being an overachiever, it’s more that when I take him deep like this, Lake starts to let out low moans that drive me insane.
He throws his leg over my shoulder, heel planted somewhere between my shoulder blades. I start to suck him, fast and sloppy. I cup his balls and roll them between my fingers, and he spreads his legs. I let go of his cock for a second and spit on my fingers before I find his hole. The next time I suck him into my mouth, I push my index finger inside him.
Lake moans even louder and pushes his hips up, forcing his dick so deep into my mouth that I gag.
Saliva makes Lake’s cock even slicker, and his moans louder, so I do it again.
The desperate sounds Lake makes turn my balls almost painfully tight.
Lake’s muscles strain, and that heel digs into the valley between my shoulder blades. His hips start pushing up faster until he’s fucking my mouth, and his fingers clutch my hair.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck,” he rasps. “Baby.”
His voice is more of a slur than anything else, and I can hear the telltale rasp in it. He pushes his hips up once more, forcing his dick deeper, and then he stills for a moment. I fist the base of his cock and suck as hard as I can, my cheeks hollowing.
He comes with my name on his lips, cock pulsing in my mouth, spurt after spurt hitting the back of my throat.
It’s a starkly different flavor after all the sugar, but I’ve always loved the way Lake tastes. I also love the way the muscles of his thighs quiver under my touch, and the way his chest falls and rises with each rapid breath.
I swallow it all down and keep sucking him even after he’s slumped down on the bed. I suck him until he’s gone soft in my mouth, then I lick my way up his body, cover his lips with mine, and push my tongue into his mouth. Lake cups my face and sucks my tongue, tasting himself on it.
His cock is soft, but still slick with my saliva and cum, so I rub myself against him. I’m so turned on that it’s not going to take a lot of effort to make me come.
Lake wraps himself around me and sucks my earlobe between his lips. My hips move faster. Lake starts meeting my thrusts. It can’t be too comfortable, but then he hums, hands moving down my back. His fingers move through the crease of my ass and find my hole. He lazily toys with the rim and pushes the tip of his finger inside. The slight burn only urges me on.
“Baby,” he murmurs into my ear.
I come on his stomach, clutching him to me.
A little while later, I lie on top of Lake. His fingers slide over my back and count the ridges of my spine. The bed is a mess of loose sheets and pillows.
“Love you,” Lake says in that sleepy voice he gets after a good orgasm.
I wrap my arm around his waist and nuzzle the spot below his ear. “Want to spend the morning in bed?”
“One hundred percent. You can’t, though.”
“How come? Do you have a hotter husband scheduled for this?” I ask with a laugh.
“He’s arriving in twenty.”
“Good to know. Just out of curiosity, how are you planning to get rid of me?”
He turns to his side and eyes me carefully. “With alternate plans.”
“Which are?”
“I… Genevive texted me, and I replied, so now she’s meeting you for breakfast. Or brunch. Or something. I already put the address in your phone.”
I flop over on my back and stare at the ceiling until Lake’s face appears in my line of sight. He raises a brow.
“Don’t let it fester. Just go, let her explain herself, and clear the air. She’s your mom, and she’s worried she really screwed things up.”
He holds my gaze and waits until I sigh. “Fine. I’ll go and talk to her.”
Lake’s smile makes it worth it. “That’s all I ask.”