Chapter Two
I must have finally dozed off in a haze of exhaustion and cum, Jax’s arm still heavy around my waist. It felt like only minutes later when I stirred to the most delicious sensation—warm, wet heat between my thighs.
“Jax…” I moaned sleepily, my eyes fluttering open.
He was already between my legs, broad shoulders holding me open as his tongue licked slow, lazy stripes up my pussy.
His morning stubble scraped deliciously against my sensitive, swollen folds.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep and hunger.
“Couldn’t leave for rounds without tasting this pretty cunt again. Still full of me from last night…”
I gasped, back arching off the bed as he licked me with filthy dedication.
He took his time, dragging the flat of his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling it slowly before sucking the swollen bud into his mouth.
Two thick fingers teased my entrance, spreading the mix of our cum from the night before before sliding deep inside me.
“Oh god—Jax—” I whimpered, fingers fisting the sheets.
It was too much, too good. My body was still oversensitive from the night before, and his skilled mouth was relentless.
He curled his fingers just right, stroking that spongy spot inside me while he sucked harder on my clit, humming in approval as my hips bucked against his face.
I came embarrassingly fast—way too quickly.
The orgasm slammed into me without warning, sudden and intense.
I cried out, thighs clamping around his head as I gushed on his tongue, soaking his chin and the sheets beneath me.
My whole body shook with the force of it, wave after wave ripping through me while he kept licking and fingering me through every pulse.
“Fuck, that was quick,” Jax chuckled darkly against my pussy, giving my clit one last slow lick that made me twitch. “Guess you really needed that, huh? My greedy girl.”
Before I could catch my breath or feel embarrassed, he crawled up my body and thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke.
“Still so fucking wet and full,” he groaned, starting a steady rhythm.
“Gonna give you a fresh load before rounds. Need you dripping all day thinking about me while you’re seeing patients. ”
He fucked me slow and deep at first, savoring how sensitive I was, then harder as the clock ticked closer to when he had to leave. The bed creaked under us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as another orgasm built fast.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” he demanded, pounding into me.
“You do,” I gasped. “It’s yours, Jax.”
He buried his face in my neck, biting down as he came hard, flooding me with fresh, hot pulses.
I came with him again, clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through me.
He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, kissing me lazily before finally pulling out.
A thick trail of his cum leaked out onto the sheets.
“Gotta go,” he said reluctantly, already pulling on clean scrubs. He leaned down and kissed me one last time, possessive and deep. “Have a good day, Nik.”
I lay there boneless and leaking as he grabbed his bag and left for rounds.
The front door clicked shut behind Jax, and the apartment fell into a heavy, anticipatory silence.
For a long moment, I just stayed in his bed, thighs sticky with his cum, heart still racing from the way he’d fucked me like he was marking his territory.
Eventually, I forced myself up. My legs were shaky as I pulled on a loose tank top and a pair of tiny sleep shorts—no panties, because everything felt too sensitive and messy. I padded quietly down the hall toward the kitchen, needing coffee desperately if I was going to survive my own shift later.
I’d been in there for a while, moving slowly as I filled the coffee maker, ground fresh beans, and tried to pull myself together. The warm, rich smell was just starting to fill the apartment when I heard footsteps behind me.
Ryder emerged from his room, hair still damp from a shower, wearing only low-slung gray sweatpants.
His chest and abs were on full display, the defined lines of muscle making my mouth go dry.
He stopped in the doorway, eyes dragging slowly over me—bed-messed hair, the faint marks on my neck from both of them, the way I was shifting on my feet.
“Morning, Nikki,” he said, voice low and a little rough. That teasing smirk was back, but there was heat in his blue eyes. “You look… thoroughly fucked.”
Heat flooded my face. I turned back to the coffee maker, pretending to adjust the settings, but I knew he could see the way my thighs pressed together. “Long night,” I murmured.
Ryder stepped closer, stopping just behind me at the counter. His body heat radiated against my back. “I heard,” he said softly. One hand brushed my hip, barely there. “Heard how hard you came for him. Twice this morning, right?”
I shivered as his fingers traced lightly along the waistband of my shorts. “Ryder…”
He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Relax. I’m not mad. Just… curious.” His hand slid lower, palming my ass through the thin fabric. “You’re still leaking him, aren’t you? I can smell it on you.”
I bit my lip, gripping the counter as his fingers dipped under the hem of my shorts from behind, stroking teasingly along my cum-slick folds. He groaned softly. “Fuck, Nikki. So messy.”
The coffee maker beeped, but neither of us moved. Ryder’s fingers kept stroking lazily between my legs from behind, spreading the slick mess of Jax’s cum over my swollen clit.
“Ryder… we shouldn’t,” I whispered, even as I pushed back against his hand.
“Shouldn’t?” He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.
“You’re dripping down your thighs, and you’re telling me we shouldn’t?
” He spun me around to face him, then dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor.
“Just a taste, Nikki. I’ve been thinking about this since you were grinding on my lap last night. ”
Before I could protest, he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue licked a broad stripe up my pussy, tasting the mix of Jax and me, and he groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever had.
“Fuck, you taste filthy,” he murmured, sucking my clit into his mouth.
I gripped the counter hard, head falling back as he devoured me. Ryder was relentless—licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue while two fingers pushed deep inside my cum-filled pussy. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the quiet kitchen. He looked up at me with dark eyes, lips shiny.
“Such a messy girl,” he praised, curling his fingers just right. “Still full of him and soaking for me. Does that turn you on?”
“Yes,” I moaned, hips rocking against his face. The combination of his talented mouth and the forbidden thrill pushed me over the edge embarrassingly fast. I came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking as I tried to stay quiet, another flood of wetness coating his chin.
Ryder kept licking me through it, gentler now, until I was twitching and oversensitive. He finally stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and pulled me into a deep, filthy kiss so I could taste myself—and Jax—on his tongue.
The taste of everything we’d done sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my core. I was done holding back. Before Ryder could pull away, I shoved him hard against the kitchen wall, my hands fisting in the waistband of his gray sweatpants. His eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with raw hunger.
“Nikki—” he started, but I cut him off with another aggressive kiss, biting his lower lip as I yanked his pants down. His thick cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking firmly from base to tip.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered desperately against his mouth. “Right now.”
Ryder groaned, hands gripping my ass as I shoved my tiny sleep shorts down and kicked them aside. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He caught me easily, spinning us so my back was against the wall instead, and lined up his cock with my dripping entrance.
“Fuck, you’re still soaked with his cum,” he growled, rubbing the thick head through the mess. “Such a dirty little slut for both of us.”
Then he thrust up into me in one powerful stroke, stretching me open around his cock. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders. He felt different from Jax—slightly curved, hitting a new angle that made my eyes roll back instantly.
Ryder didn’t hold back. He fucked me hard against the wall, hips snapping up into me with deep, punishing strokes. The wet slap of his cock driving into my cum-filled pussy filled the kitchen.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, burying his face in my neck.
“Yes,” I moaned, rocking down to meet every thrust. “Don’t stop—fuck me harder, Ryder.”
He obliged, pounding into me relentlessly, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit. The combination of his cock and fingers had me spiraling fast. I came hard around him, clenching and gushing, my juices mixing with Jax’s and dripping down his balls.
“Fuck, that’s it—milk my cock,” Ryder groaned, his pace turning erratic.
With a deep, guttural moan, he slammed in deep and came, pulsing hot and thick inside me. He kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop as deep as possible, until I was shaking and oversensitive in his arms.
We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, his cock still buried inside me as our mixed releases leaked out around him. Ryder kissed me slower now, almost tenderly, but the heat in his eyes promised this was only the beginning.
“Jax can’t ever know,” he murmured against my lips.