Chapter Nine
Ivy
I had the best of intentions to spend the night secretly bouncing on Ryker’s massive cock, but it turns out, losing your virginity is exhausting work and I passed out with the scent of him surrounding me before he even came back to the room.
I have to say, despite the fact that I have no idea how I’m going to fund my future, or how to deal with my brother a room away, I haven’t slept this good in ages.
Turns out, all I needed was a big, strong, muscular man holding me all night.
Who knew?
Now how do I make this a permanent thing?
Oh, I just need to find the perfect combination of words to say to my brother that makes everything make sense. That should be easy, right? Everything Benny said last night would definitely lead one to believe he’d be totally cool with his best friend falling for his little sister.
The morning sun flutters through the shades as I rest perfectly still in the little curve of Ryker’s massive frame. He’s still asleep but I feel the heavy weight of his enormous limp cock against my back.
God, please don’t let this end. I want nights and days like this forever. He makes me feel like a goddess. Like a sweet, little ball of trouble he can’t resist.
My eyes close and I breathe him in as I replay last night in my head. His rough hands on my hips. The way his thick cock spread me wide. The strangled sound in his throat as he came.
Ugh… it was perfect!
“Hey, trouble.” A shot of something warm and giddy rushes through me at the sound of his deep, raspy morning voice warm against my ear. “You fell asleep on me last night. You know what that means?”
I hum under my breath, already desperate for demands. “No, what does that mean?”
“It means you owe me this morning.” He rolls me onto my back and lifts his massive body over me, leaning into my lips to nip at my mouth until they blossom open. “I want you on your knees for me.”
He kisses me again, harder this time, and soon we’re making out like two teenagers in the back of a pickup truck off highway twenty.
It’s hungry, messy, greedy, and hard as he mutes out every sigh before it has a chance to echo through the quiet house and reach Benny who’s still asleep on the couch.
I hope Benny is still asleep on the couch.
“What happens when I’m on my knees?” I whisper, running my fingers through his salt and pepper beard.
“Let’s find out. Crawl out of the bed and kneel on the floor for me.”
My heart hammers as I dutifully crawl off the king-sized bed and onto the floor beside him.
God, I would do anything for this man.
He stands from the bed, cock hard, thick, and veiny. He’s a masterpiece. A massive masterpiece. His rough inked-up hand lands on the side of my face as I stare up at him, desperate to please him, desperate to listen and obey his demands.
“Lick my balls, sweetheart. Lick them straight up to the head of my cock.”
My clit throbs as I lean in, grip his thick cock, wet my tongue, and begin to lick base to tip, just as he’s asked.
The low growl in his voice is the reward I’m looking for.
“Good girl. Again.”
Flattening my tongue, I bend low and lick the base of his balls, following a trail up and over a thick vein that pulses and back up to the tip.
Ryker fists his hand into my hair. “Yes, just like that. Now wrap your tiny little hand around my cock and take me into your mouth as deep as you can.”
My pussy swells as his deep voice rumbles out demands. I want him filling me up again. I want him spreading me wide. I want him coming in my throat, on my face, all over my chest. I want him everywhere all at once, consuming me, overwhelming me, taking me.
Pumping my fist around his erection, I do as I’m asked and bring him into my mouth until I’m gagging.
Is it okay that I’m gagging? I have no idea what I’m doing. This is the very first dick I’ve ever had in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he groans, confirming my actions. “Just like that. Suck me in deep.”
I moan around his hard cock and look up at him, desperate for more approval, as I open my throat wider to take him even deeper.
“Fuck, you look at me like that with those innocent blue eyes, and you know I’m going to unload in your throat.”
Yes! I love this!
I move my head back and forth, tasting the bits of come that spill from his tip as I work. Whimpering and moaning, I keep blinking up at him, tears rolling down my cheeks as he fucks my throat deep.
We’re not being quiet anymore. I try to remember before I moan again, but the sound won’t mute, and with the house as quiet as it is, there’s no way someone on the other side of the door couldn’t tell what we’re doing.
There’s a very specific sucking and popping noise that’s happening. Even I’d know what it is.
“Right there, sweet girl. Right fucking there. Drain my cock. Make me proud.” He pants and growls as he speaks, the tension in his thighs squeezing against my palm as I hold his muscular thigh with one hand, the other still on his massive cock.
Oh God, yes!
I work harder, desperate to make him proud, desperate for his come.
A second later, I get it! My mouth floods with warm, salty heat as he pumps into me slowly, his hard stomach hitting my forehead with each feral thrust. “Good fucking girl. Just like that.” His voice is breathy. “Clean my cock. Lick it good. Get every drop.”
His load still in the back of my throat, I lick and suck his cock, cleaning off every salty bit, suckling at the tip as he jumps and growls.
“Fuck.” He pulls his cock from my mouth as though it’s too sensitive to touch. “Open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue. I want to see all the hard work you did.”
Eyes on him, I stick my tongue out and let his hot come spill from my lips, down off my chin, and then onto my breasts. Every bit drip, drip, dripping down further and further until it reaches my belly, and the mound at the top of my pussy.
“Jesus Christ, you look good with my come all over you,” he growls low and rough, like he’s out of control.
I swallow hard as he admires me, my heartbeat wild and erratic.
It’s then that there’s a soft knock on the door. “Hey, man. Trouble at the distillery. You’re gonna want to get down there.”
My heart stills and heat rushes over me with some kind of panic-embarrassment combo that I’m not sure how to handle.
Benny is awake. How do I get out of the room if he’s awake?
Ryker takes my hands and helps me up from the floor as he talks through the door to Benny. “I’ll be right out.”
When I hear my brother’s footsteps move back through the house, I blink up at Ryker for direction. “He heard everything. I was moaning so loud.”
“You take a shower. Get cleaned up.” He kisses my forehead. “I’ll handle Benny and whatever’s going on down at the bar. When I’m gone, go to breakfast with your brother.”
I shake my head. “I want to go with you.”
Leaning in, he kisses the top of my forehead and lands his palm against my soaking pussy. “My job is to keep you safe. Let me do that right now. Tonight I’ll take you to the farm store and we’ll pick up some of the chicks you’ve been looking at.”
I like to think I’m not a simple girl. That rather I’m the type that works hard and buys what I want because I’ve earned it, not because some man came along and bought it for me.
That said… this feeling right here, the one where a big, giant man listened to what I wanted and wants to give it to me, on top of protection, pleasure, and care… I’m not sure how to pretend this isn’t the best feeling ever.
He kisses my forehead as he guides me into the ensuite bathroom, twists the shower on for me, and helps me inside. “Be good today. You don’t get to see your brother a lot. Enjoy his company. Love you, trouble.”
Love you. My heart squeezes and a shot of something warm and sweet fills my belly.
He loves me. He said he loves me. He said he loves me like he’s been saying it every day forever.
I mean to say it back, but I must have been in my head too long because he’s already left the room. He’s left, and I’m stood with hot water spilling down over my chest, rinsing away the last of his come, wondering how the hell I’m going to transition into a casual conversation with my brother.
How do I have a conversation with him about starting my farm or his firm when I’ve had his best friend’s cock in nearly all my holes this weekend? How do I have small talk about the newest pie flavor at the diner when I’ve been on my knees with his buddy’s come dripping off my face?
None of this is right. My chest seems to understand that because it’s getting tighter and tighter by the second.
Why do I keep living like the next day isn’t going to come?
When I’m sufficiently cleaned and washed, I step from the bathroom and into Ryker’s bedroom where he’s set out a pair of leggings and a hoodie I thought I’d lost years ago. Next to them, a note. “You left these at my place up in the Springs last summer. I just remembered I had them. Love you.”
My heart squeezes again at the love you. At the fact that he kept my clothes and moved them. At the fact that I feel more cherished than I ever have.
I only wish it were a permanent feeling.
Stomach churning, I slide into my clothes, tuck the sweet note from Ryker into my pocket, and step out into the hallway, suddenly face to face with Marin.
Marin?
“Marin?” I narrow my brows with a bit of relief, the tightness that was growing in my chest immediately gone. “What are you doing here? Where’s Benny?”
She tilts her head toward the door. “He went with Ryker down to the bar. I drove right past the distillery and tried calling him, but he wasn’t answering his phone.” She grins and gives me the once over. “Now I know why.”
“Wait, what? What’s going on at the distillery?”
“I think you were right about the rednecks at Mullet’s bar.” She lowers into the chair beside me with her cup of coffee. “They started parking their trucks up and down the street to fill all available spaces, and duct taped signs to them that point back at their bar.”
“What do the signs say?”