Chapter 36
Jordan
Iwoke as Ricochet picked me up off the couch.
My bleary eyes opened and I saw the other men picking up their old ladies as well.
The party had gone on into the early morning hours and Seek, Kit, Jenny, Sloane, and I had all fallen asleep on the uncomfortable sectional of couches and chairs the guys had in the rec area.
Rubbing my eyes, I smiled as I saw Hush holding Seek close as they went upstairs. The smile turned wicked as I saw Smokehouse toss his sister over his shoulder and head out toward the parking lot, with Hellfire in tow. “What’s the deal there?”
Ricochet looked down at me, then over his shoulder. When his eyes met mine again we were grinning at each other. “You see that, too?”
“How could I not?” Hellfire hadn’t been more than a few steps away from Kit all night.
He chuckled. “You’re observant, Sunshine. Most haven’t picked up on that yet.”
“I won’t say anything,” I replied, stifling a yawn with my hand.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered into my ear.
His husky growl sent shivers racing down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
“What about Gwen and the kids?” I asked as he ascended the staircase with me in his muscular arms. My inner girl swooned at the fact that he was so easily carrying me from place to place.
“I called Static. He’s staying overnight.”
There was a tightness in his tone that worried me. I searched his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just not sure I cared for the way he was looking at Gwen.”
A slow smile formed on my lips. “He’s not part of the MC, right?”
“Not yet.”
“And how was he…looking at her?”
He gave me a playful scowl. “No matchmaking. I think we all need a break for a little while.”
“Gwen’s been on a break for years,” I reminded him. “Trent doesn’t count.”
He grunted, then shut us up inside his room. “Can we please stop talking about my sister, so I can do this…”
His lips trailed over my neck, making goosebumps rise on my skin. “You don’t need to ask me twice,” I told him, tipping my head to the side to give him more access.
“No?”
I hummed out an answer as my eyes drifted shut.
We were on his bed and I was wrapped up in his muscular arms. There was nowhere safer for me and it allowed me to drop my guard fully.
This man loved me and wanted to marry me.
I would do anything for him. And tonight, I wanted to make him feel as good as he did me.
Squirming out of his grip, I straddled his hips, looking down into his smiling face as he laid back on the bed. His arms were pillowing his head, causing the biceps to bunch and look massive. My guy was seriously ripped and I wasn’t complaining.
“What’re you doing, Sunshine?” he asked. His eyes were a direct contrast to the rest of him. His body was relaxed, mellow, but his gaze was predatory as he watched me.
I didn’t bother to ask him to move so I could pull his clothes off, I just shoved his cut open and yanked his shirt up to his chest while I kissed every inch of skin I bared.
Alternating between quick pecks and licking his skin, I realized I was enjoying myself.
His body was something I would never get enough of.
My hands skated over muscles, all hard planes as they roamed over his abs.
“You’re killing me here, Jordan,” he rasped.
Looking up, I saw the muscle in his jaw bunching as he clenched his teeth. I bit back my grin. There was just something about reducing a man this hot down to a melted pile of need that turned me on, apparently. This was a new revelation for me, but one I was fully committed to exploring.
I unbuckled his belt, watching him as I flicked open the button on his jeans and tugged the zipper down.
His breathing had changed and he was taking these deep chugs of air that had his whole chest rising and falling heavily as he watched me.
I was forced to swallow just to get some moisture back in my mouth. Why was that so sexy?
“Give me a second,” he muttered and started to sit up.
Seeing all his hard packed muscle flex as he did a sit up made me want to continue rubbing my lips and tongue all over him. Only I had another destination in mind, so I put a hand on his chest and shoved him back down.
Surprise flooded his face, but he laid back again. He even lifted his hips as I tugged at his clothes and left his jeans and boxers down at his calves. He’d wanted to take his boots off, but I wasn’t about to wait that long.
Shimmying my way down his body, I laid on the mattress to the side of his legs. My hand wrapped around his dick and I grinned when he hissed out a curse word. I wasn’t very practiced in what I was about to do to him, but he made me want to try. I wanted to please him.
“Suck it.” My eyes flashed up to his. “Go on.” His voice was a deep growl and I could see how tense he was now, waiting for me to start. “I can’t wait to feel your lips around me.”
Dipping my head, I swiped my tongue over the tip. A bead of pre-cum transferred from the slit to my tongue and I hummed again at his taste. His deep groan sounded tortured, so I quickly encased the tip inside my mouth.
The sounds he was making were incredible.
I hadn’t realized men made so much noise in bed.
The husky groaning and heavy breathing was turning me on to the point where I wasn’t sure I’d be able to wait long enough to make sure he enjoyed this enough.
I wanted to straddle him and ride him until we were both sweaty and satisfied.
Instead, I tucked my lips over my teeth and settled into my task with an earnest appreciation for the specimen below me. As my mouth skimmed up and down his length, I’d let my tongue lick the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, Baby. That’s it, take me deeper.” His arms were behind his head again, holding it up so he could watch what I was doing to him. His pretty blue eyes were heavy lidded with desire and a thrill raced through me.
I had him in the palm of my hand, at least for the moment. Speaking of… I squeezed my hand around the base of his dick and my brows rose as he gave a hoarse shout of pleasure.
“Fuck. What a good girl. Do that again. Stroke it.”
There was no way for me to smile, not with his cock shuttling in and out of my mouth, but if I could, I would. Even in this, he took the control I’d enjoyed and put it back in his hands. I didn’t mind so much. It was arousing to hear him demand things from me.
I gasped as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, then wrapped his other hand around my throat. My eyes widened as they met his.
“I want to feel it when I go in here.” He squeezed my throat gently.
Oh God. I’d never done that before. I started to shake my head, but he hushed me.
“Just for a minute. We’ll eventually work up to that.” His eyes glittered and I swear he looked feral. I nodded, mouth still too full to speak. He wasn’t a small man, I was worried about him shoving his length all the way back, but I knew he’d look after me. “Good. Relax. Let me do the work.”
Trying to obey, I let my muscles loosen. My hands were on his hip and the bed, steadying myself as he flexed his hips upward. He hit the spot where I’d been stopping.
“Take a breath.”
As soon as I did, he slid further. Deeper than I’d thought possible. The urge to gag nearly overwhelmed me.
“You can do it. Just relax your throat.” His hand was still there, but now he was stroking my skin.
I swallowed down the uncomfortableness and he slipped a little deeper. There was no breathing while he was lodged so far back, but I knew he’d let me take in air in a moment.
He held perfectly still, wasn’t trying to thrust, and for that I was grateful. I’d have choked for sure if he had.
“You look so damn hot,” he groaned. Then he was pulling out. Saliva hung from my lips as his cock popped out of my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care. He yanked me up until our mouths met with a crash.
The kiss was deep and sensual and knowing I’d pleased him had me glowing with pride. I was back to straddling him and couldn’t help but grind against him.
He set me aside and this time I didn’t stop him when he sat up to remove his boots and the rest of his clothing. He stripped me much slower than he had himself. He peppered my skin with kisses and nips and had my nerves buzzing.
A squeal left my throat unbidden when he suddenly flipped me over.
Before I could ask him what he was doing, his hands were jerking my hips up until I was on my knees, chest down on the bed.
“Ricochet!” I couldn’t reprimand him for the abruptness of the move, however, because my eyes were too busy rolling into the back of my head.
This man was kneeling behind me, eating my pussy.
I couldn’t even think about what the view must look like, clearly he wasn’t complaining, because rolling waves of pleasure were breaking over me.
How was it possible for that to feel so good?
It was like he knew exactly where to lick, where to suck, to give me the most satisfaction, and before I knew it I was grinding my pussy back against his face.
The sounds of him eating me out would have embarrassed me if my system wasn’t in complete meltdown.
His tongue dipped inside of me, then swiped up—or maybe down—and flicked over my clit, and that was it.
Lift off. My orgasm hit me so hard my knees started to slide over the comforter. I couldn’t hold my own body up anymore.
Ricochet sat up, grabbed my hips, hitched me back into position, and slammed inside of me so hard I swear it made a second aftershock of ecstasy ripple through me. I let out a scream of pure bliss and rocked back into his thrusts as he fucked me.
It was fast, rough, and so fucking delicious I never wanted it to stop.
The sounds echoing through the room were so dirty and yet I reveled in them.
The wet sound of his flesh hitting mine told me that my pussy was sopping.
The comforter was bunched up in my fists and my feet were wrapped around his legs as I held on.
It was all I could do because the slide of his cock inside, at this angle, was hitting every pleasure spot inside of me.
I was going to come again and it was going to be brutal.
“Please,” I whined, not sure exactly what I was asking for. I didn’t want him to stop, but this was overwhelming. A tear formed and tracked down my cheeks as I gasped and moaned.
“Does my dirty little girl need some help coming?” he crooned in my ear as he covered my back with his chest. His hips were still surging forward into me as he asked.
I shook my head, unable to speak. I was trying not to come, afraid of breaking apart completely and never being put together again. That was what he did to me.
“You’re going to come. You’re going to come hard on my dick like my good little girl, aren’t you?”
I gasped in a breath, but when he reached around and started rubbing my clit in circles I knew I’d lost. Whether I was ready or not, he was bending my body to his will. And it was divine. I knew in that moment it was safe to let go.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Come all over me.”
He’d never let me stay in pieces. I was his, just like he was mine. He’d already completed me, like a puzzle that had been missing a piece. He tethered me here, to him.
Closing my eyes, I let go and the orgasm hit me so hard, I couldn’t even make a sound. It was all blinding lights and bliss soaked sensations. I was vaguely aware of him slamming inside of me and groaning, but I was too busy enjoying the aftermath.
His forehead dropped down onto my back as we both caught our breath. Too soon, he was pulling away from me, but I smiled as he flopped over onto his back and dragged me halfway over his body as if he wanted to wear me like a blanket.
We were lying there, wrapped up in each other afterward. My heart rate was just starting to come down, when he brushed a kiss on the top of my head.
“Would you come with me somewhere tomorrow?”
“Of course.” It was my day off. “Where?” Tears filled my eyes when he told me his plan. “I’ll go with you anywhere, Ricochet, but I’d be honored to go with you tomorrow especially.”