Ryker
RYKER
We finally stumble into the hotel room sometime between late night and early morning. I don’t give a fuck what time it is, to be honest, because I only have one goal in mind—to get my husband naked as quickly as possible.
Lake closes the door of our room behind him and turns around. His eyes shine as they move up and down me, and he tilts his head to the side. It’s very quiet, so I can hear his breathing pick up the longer he looks at me.
I’m one to talk.
Ever since that first taste I got of Lake, I’ve never been able to stop the craving. Not that I’ve ever tried to control it. Maybe in the beginning, a little bit, but overall I’ve been happy to throw caution to the wind. All caution, when it comes to Lake. Every last bit of it.
He pushes himself off the door and saunters toward me. My heartbeat picks up speed, and my dick is starting to really pay attention now. Not to say it hasn’t been the whole evening, but it’s very interested in the proceedings now. Painfully so.
Lake stops in front of me and wraps his arms around my neck. There’s determination and desire in his eyes, clear as day, and it’s just for me.
His body relaxes against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest. He nuzzles the side of my neck and kisses the spot beneath my ear, taking the scenic route toward my mouth.
“Just kiss me already,” I rasp when his lips land on the corner of my mouth. It feels a bit like having a fever, this need. It makes me lightheaded.
I turn my head to the side and study my husband. He cups me through my jeans and smirks when I blow out a breath. Lake’s in a playful mood tonight. I can read it all over his face. In the devilish curl of his seductive mouth and the slightly quirked eyebrow. In the way he holds himself—one hundred percent in control.
His dark eyebrows arch above the light blue eyes fringed with long, dark lashes. His face is thin and sort of narrow, with high, creamy cheekbones and a slightly pointy nose.
He’s ridiculously beautiful, and whenever I look at him or even think of him, my heart gives a violent jolt in my chest.
The intensity is wild.
My whole life with Lake, to be fair, is a bit of a wild ride.
All the while, his fingers keep teasing me through my jeans until I slide my hands lower and cup his ass cheeks.
He sends me another one of those sly looks and jumps. I automatically catch him, and he wraps his legs around my hips.
And then, finally, I get my kiss. A satisfied rumble rises in my chest, something like a purr, and he wraps himself around me, deepening the kiss. Kissing Lake has always felt simply right. Right and easy. The slide of his tongue against mine. The faint scrape of my stubble against his cheek. The vague taste of beer and the mint he popped into his mouth earlier.
For a while, the kiss is calm and soft. We have all the time in the world and no need to hurry.
Experience dictates it won’t stay this way.
My mouth quirks into a smile.
“What?” Lake murmurs against my lips. He pulls back slightly, eyes imploring.
I shrug. “It’s been a good day, s’all.”
“It’s about to get even better,” he says, wiggling a bit so he’s rubbing against my hard-on.
I take it as my cue and stride over to the bed, where I drop him down on it. He lets out a breathless “Oof” and laughs. Lake pushes himself up on his elbows so he can watch me as I pull my T-shirt over my head and fling it across the room before I crawl on top of him, his eyes a luminous shade of light blue I’ve never seen on any other person.
I kneel down between his thighs and slide my palm up one while I take a moment to appreciate him.
Lake is sexy as hell, and he’s all mine.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and laugh. “You know I do.”
My palm keeps moving from his hip to his flat stomach. While he was drunk on New Years’s, he swore he’d work on getting a six-pack, but I’m kind of glad he hasn’t taken that promise too seriously. I like him just the way he is.
Can’t exactly say that out loud because he’d accuse me of being sappy, so instead, I slide my hand underneath his T-shirt. He sucks in a breath when I circle his belly button and move upward until I can flick his nipple, just the way I know he likes. By now, I know Lake’s body as well as my own. I mean, I’ve put in some serious practice time, so that’s to be expected.
I’ve never been in a relationship like this. One where I can’t seem to keep my hands off the other person whenever he’s near me. It’s never been the kind of ferocious need that has kept me from applying any type of common sense. I’ve stopped trying to make sense of it and given in. Fuck it. I’ll be greedy for Lake for the rest of my life, it seems.
“Do you think hotel beds see a lot of action?” Lake pants.
I stop rolling his nipple between my fingers, stare at him for a moment, then snort. “What?”
“I just figure lots of people fuck here.”
“Is that something that turns you on?”
His smile stretches across his face as he wraps his leg around me and swiftly rolls us over so he’s on top of me. He grabs my hands and holds them trapped above my head while he nips at my bottom lip.
“Just figure we have to put on a really good show. I want to be the best this hotel room has ever had.”
I groan while he gyrates his hips.
“I’m in.”
He flicks his tongue over my lower lip. “Not yet. But you will be.”
I groan out another laugh, but that one dies down almost immediately as Lake quickly, and with remarkable efficiency, wrestles both our clothes off and starts to kiss his way down my body.
My cock taps against his chin, and my skin prickles with goose bumps in anticipation. He keeps kissing my abdomen and hip bones. My belly button and flanks. Until I’m buzzing with need, fingertips and toes filled with restless sparks.
“Fuck. Just suck my dick,” I groan when he bypasses it again.
He laughs at that and pinches the tip of my cock for a second, which makes my hips jerk.
“Stop ordering me around,” he says mildly.
“You know you want to,” I pant.
He hums, sticks out his tongue, and flicks it over the tip. His eyes grow heavy. “Mmm. I can see the appeal.”
He blows a short burst of air over the sensitive tip.
“Fuck!”
Lake grins. “Ask me nicely.”
“It’s my birthday.”
He hums again and sends me one of his devious smiles.
“So it is. Say it.”
My mind is foggy with desire, so I only manage to blink at him.
He leans over me, lips mere inches from mine.
“Beg for my mouth.”
His chest brushes against mine, and my nipples tighten painfully.
“Pretty please,” I pant. “With a cherry on top.” I push my hips upward. “Suck my dick.” I pull my hands free so I can slide them into his hair and drag him lower until I can push my tongue into his mouth.
Both of us are breathing hard and heavy once our lips part.
“You know you want to,” I repeat.
He grins and moves lower, chest sliding against my skin, until he wraps his fingers around my cock. My hands are still tangled in his hair, and I push his head down until his mouth is pressed against my dick. He grows even harder against my leg.
Lake gets turned on by manhandling, but he’s never trusted anybody enough to let go like this. Until me.
“Suck it,” I gasp, pushing my hips up.
He opens his mouth and takes me in until the head of my cock bumps against the roof of his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. I try to keep still, but my hips still twitch.
Lake slides his hands up my thighs, then pushes them underneath me, cupping my ass. He drags his tongue down the side of my cock and moves lower, licking underneath my balls, pulling them into his mouth.
His tongue presses against the sensitive skin between my balls and ass, and I let out a shuddering breath. My fingers tighten in his hair. He wraps his lips around the tip of my dick and sucks. My hips hunch forward, and he takes me deeper.
That warm, wet mouth is heaven, and Lake’s eyes are heavy-lidded and focused on me the whole time he sucks me. It’s a slow, meticulous worship of my dick, and he keeps it up until my thigh muscles are quivering from tension, and I’m gasping for breath, unable to catch it.
“More,” I say.
I’m not sure what I’m asking for, I just know I want something . Something hard and fast. Something tight.
I don’t have to say the words. Lake plucks them out of my thoughts with ease.
His features settle into firm lines of determination.
“Fuck me,” I say.
“Ask me nicely,” he murmurs, lips still against my aching cock. My balls pulse with the need to come.
I laugh. “Please.”
He lets go of my dick, and it slaps against my abdomen. He finds the lube and flicks the cap open.
I grab his hand. “I want to do it. And I want to watch you while I fuck you.”
A sardonic quirk of Lake’s eyebrow is followed by him throwing himself onto his back on the bed. He spreads his thighs.
“Be my guest.”
“You’re very agreeable tonight,” I say with a grin.
“It’s your birthday.”
A rumble of approval escapes my chest, and I fall on top of him, plastering our bodies together from head to toe, desperate now. I pour lube over my fingers and tease his opening. First one finger, then two, until I’m stretching his hole open for me. He gets a look of concentration on his face, breathing through that first wave of sensation.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods. His eyes fall shut, and his lips part when I brush over his prostate.
“Better than. Get inside me. Now.”
A breathless laugh escapes me, and I pull my fingers away. Lake hooks his leg over my hip, and my cock brushes over his opening.
I push inside him. It’s familiar and overwhelming, just like always. Mostly, though, it’s just pure pleasure, sinking inside Lake’s body. Lake wraps his fingers around the iron slats of the headboard and starts meeting each of my thrusts, body straining and arching against mine.
We kiss—a sloppy, desperate mating of tongues and lips.
He lets me pin him down and fuck him until we’re both shaking and aching with the need to come.
My balls are tight, and zips of electricity travel up and down my spine, hovering on the edge, waiting for that final push.
Lake puts his knee up, heel on the bed.
The angle changes.
The orgasm slams into me without warning.
I come inside him, my whole body buzzing with the kind of pleasure only Lake can wrench out of me.
Lake’s ass tightens around me, and he slams his head back on the bed with a loud groan. His hips jerk, and his body shivers as he rides out the wave of bliss.
I kiss him when it’s over.
“I love you,” I say. “More than fucking anything.”
He lets out a tired laugh and wraps himself around me.
“Good,” he says.
I bury my face in his neck and close my eyes.
Best fucking birthday ever.