One Weekend in Vegas: A Best Friend's Older Brother, Rock Star Romance

Chapter 14

Only a few layers of clothing separate us, but I’m not close enough.

Fisting his shirt, I yank at the collar, but it doesn’t move more than an inch or two. I try again, this time grasping a different spot, but I’m met with the same result.

Ryder pulls back and gives me a wicked smile. “Problems?”

“Your shirt.”

“What about it?”

“It’s in my way.” I pout.

He laughs and releases my ass. “All you had to do was ask,” he says, stepping back.

Reaching behind him, he fists his shirt and drags it off, smooth and easy. “Better?” He closes the distance again.

I splay my hands over his chest, soaking in the warmth of his skin, and trace my index finger along the tattoo near his collarbone, mesmerized by the ink there. The music notes are arranged to display the melody to one of his favorite songs, “Learn to Fly” by the Foo Fighters.

“Almost,” I murmur, lifting up on my tiptoes to cover his lips with mine.

He lets me control the kiss, his hands resting on my hips as his fingers flex into the denim there. More often than not, he takes control of interactions between us, but in this moment, he seems content to simply kiss me. He’s savoring every brush of our lips the same way I am.

It doesn’t take long before I want more. I walk him backward until his hips bump the dresser, and my fingers work the button and zipper of his jeans. With my lips, I find his jaw and nip at the tendon there as I push his pants down his legs.

“What are you doing?” he murmurs. That low question quickly turns into a hiss as I brush his erection without the barrier of fabric between us.

“Whatever I want.” I drop to my knees in front of him.

“This isn’t?—”

“I want to,” I tell him, licking my lips as I take in the sight of his thick cock.

Leaning forward, I drag my tongue along the length of him. His fingers find my hair, burying themselves in the strands and holding me in place. I reach the tip and suck him into my mouth, rimming the head with my tongue. Pre-cum coats my tongue, eliciting a moan from me and urging me to take more of him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Britt.” His hips pulse, his restraint obvious in the grip his hands have in my hair.

I hum, and in response, he bucks harder.

“Baby,” he grits out, “if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

Without releasing him, I peer up. The muscles in his neck stand in relief, his eyes squeezed shut, and a muscle ticks in his jaw as he fights to keep control.

Power and desire are a heady combination. My body craves his touch, my breasts and core aching for attention while I’m fully clothed and he stands mostly undressed in front of me. I swallow and take him as deep as I can go.

When he bumps the back of my throat, he curses. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?”

It isn’t until now, until the surprise in his tone registers, that I realize we’ve never done this before.

I hollow my cheeks as I add suction and moan, letting the vibrations of my throat add a new sensation for him.

His eyes pop open, and in one fluid motion, he pulls free and lifts me into his arms. With a groan, he slams his mouth to mine. Our tongues tangle together, his piercing adding additional sensation to the desperate kiss.

He shuffles to the bed and lays me down, then kicks out of his boots and shucks his jeans off. I reach for him, eager to continue what I started, but he shakes his head.

“It’s my turn.”

My body quakes at the heat that burns in his gaze. He starts slowly, removing my shoes first. Then he trails his rough hands up my legs. His long fingers tease the center seam of my jeans and then flick the button open.

When he pulls back without yanking them down my legs, I moan in disappointment.

He chuckles. “So eager.”

“I want you,” I tell him.

“Patience.” He drags his fingertips up my shirt, the fabric dulling the sensation of his hands on my breasts.

His pace is maddeningly slow as he traces paths down my arms. When he gets to my hands, he takes his time lacing our fingers. Then he tugs me into a seated position so he can pull my shirt off. My bra is pale pink, my nipples poking through the thin fabric and begging for his attention.

“Ryder.”

He tosses my shirt onto the floor and reaches behind me to undo the clasp of my bra before leisurely slipping the straps down my arms. My nipples tighten in the cool air from the air conditioning.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes and his dick jumps, capturing my attention.

My fingers barely brush him before he circles my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. With a kiss to my palm, he lowers me back to the bed.

The way he worships my body with every drag of his fingers, every kiss pressed to my wrist and palm, is new, more reverent. Finally, finally, he works the button on my jeans open. The lust-filled craze that usually drives us is absent, and the connection here is even deeper than it was last night. I’m on the edge of a cliff, but I’m not scared, because he’s right there with me.

The room is quiet but for the sounds of our breathing and the rasp of the fabric as he pulls my jeans and panties out of the way. Then, at last, we’re both naked. He starts at my ankles and works his way up, kissing a path up one calf, then higher. Gently, he presses my knees up and back while his lips find the sensitive skin on one inner thigh, then the other.

I hold my breath, waiting, and lift my hips when he doesn’t move. “Please.” I need him to touch me.

He flicks his eyes up and zeroes in on me, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows audibly. The heat in his expression makes my core throb, begging for him to make me feel good. The fire shifts, and my rock star comes to the forefront.

“Do you know what a pretty pussy you have?” he asks.

As he speaks, he drags a finger through my folds, pulling a moan from deep within me.

“I could spend hours worshipping that pussy.”

With another swipe of his finger, he finds my clit, and an electric arc creates a white haze behind my eyes.

“Would you want that, Britt?”

“Mmm.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“You.” I shift my hips against the bed, searching for the friction he teases me with.

He continues to play, his fingers teasing caresses, but it’s not enough. I need more.

“You’re soaked. Is this all from sucking my cock? Did that make you wet? Knowing I nearly came down your throat for the first time?”

I moan again and nod eagerly. “Mm-hmm. Ryder, please.”

He lowers his weight to the mattress, his shoulders resting below my knees. My muscles clench in anticipation, the heat in my core blazing.

He lets out a breath, the cool air another sensation on my overheated skin. “I need you,” he murmurs.

He drags the tip of his tongue up my slit, from back to front, until his tongue ring is at my clit. There, he pulses against the hard bundle of nerves. I’m already so close, it’s not going to take long.

I grip his hair and tug. “I’m so close,” I tell him, lifting my hips to his mouth.

He chuckles, pressing one finger knuckle-deep as he continues to focus his attention on my clit. “Good. Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste your pleasure.”

The combination of his words and ministrations sets off fireworks inside me. I come in an explosion of pleasure, wave after wave swamping me as he continues to work me through my orgasm. As the sensations ebb and I collapse against the bed, he gives my clit one last swipe, then he shifts upward and plants warm, open-mouthed kisses on my belly and each nipple.

“I’ll be back,” he tells my breasts.

I laugh at his antics as he lines himself up at my entrance.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever laughed with during sex,” he tells me, growing serious.

He presses his lips against mine, attempting a chaste kiss, but I force my tongue inside his mouth, relishing the taste of myself mixed with him. His dick jumps between the two of us, and I moan and shift my hips until he’s poised at my entrance.

“Fuck, Britt.” He rips his mouth from mine.

“I want you,” I tell him again.

“It’s more than want for me, baby. I can’t fucking breathe with how badly I need you.”

My heart stumbles in my chest, even as flames of desire lick up my spine. “So what are you waiting for?”

“This is more than just sex.” He looms over me, his brows pulled low.

“I know. You told me you wanted?—”

“I love you.” The words rush out of him, then his eyes go wide, as if he’s as surprised by them as I am. “Fuck, that felt good. I love you. I don’t want to hold back anymore. I need you to know. It’s not falling, not for me anymore. Not for a while. I love you. And it’s o?—”

“I love you too, Ryder.”

The most angelic smile I’ve ever seen crosses his face. A mix of relief and adoration and…love…shine back at me for a heartbeat, and then his lips claim mine. He pushes into my mouth, pressing forward, mimicking the movements of his tongue with his dick.

“Tell me again,” he demands when his pelvis brushes mine.

“I love you.” Hands on his ass, I dig my nails in, needing more. Needing him.

“I love you, Brittany,” he tells me, rolling us until he can look up into my eyes. “I love you.”

His hands find my hips, and he pistons up, finding that spot he’s learned will evoke another orgasm.

I moan, and my eyes drift shut as I meet his next thrust. He lifts me and fastens his lips to my breast, sucking and nipping at the peak as he increases his pace. The orgasm barrels down on me, pleasure sparking along the nerves in my legs and arms as the epicenter grows from my core.

“Ryder.”

He speeds up again, and the white light splinters, and the flames beneath it flaring. We lose our rhythm, and he releases my nipple with a groan. His dick pulses deep inside me, his release spurring my own orgasm.

I collapse against him as pleasure overwhelms me. But I’m not falling from that cliff. No, I’m flying.

And he’s next to me. Anchoring me.

Loving me.

“I love you,” he says when I finally regain control of myself. The words are more a vibration under my cheek than anything else. Featherlight, his fingers drag nonsensical patterns along my back, and aftershocks pulse from my pussy.

I lift my head slightly and survey him. The truth is evident in the relaxed expression on his face. They say pregnant women glow, but in this moment, my rock star is glowing.

With love for me.

“I love you,” I repeat, pressing my lips to his heart and sealing my promise with a kiss.