I drink down that noise like fucking water. I want to hear every sound she makes, and what causes them, want to know how demanding she will be when I’ve got her riding the edge of orgasm, when my tongue is driving her fucking crazy.
She sways against me, her hips grinding against my erection as she all but purrs into the kiss. I pull back, just enough to stare at her, at the hot hunger in her eyes. “You heard it.”
She nods, and tears well in her eyes. I make a low noise in the back of my throat, and kiss her again. Softer. Gentle.
“Meant every fucking word, perfect girl,” I whisper. I can feel her tears on my cheeks, rolling down between us, can taste them as I kiss her.
I shift my grip and lift her by the ass and her legs wrap around me, clinging to me as I kiss her.
Vaguely, I’m aware of Lindsay, her voice rising in question and Scotty pulling her away. But it’s all very distant, overshadowed by the girl in my arms and her lips moving over mine in a hungry, desperate way that makes my blood heat.
I walk without looking, until the darkness surrounds us and my knees hit the edge of my bed. Without breaking the kiss, I kick the door shut behind me and then lower her to the bed.
I pull back, just enough to stare at her. I’ve waited too long for her to not savor the sight.
Peyton in my bed, her hair spread over the pillow, her eyes foggy as she reaches for me, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Rike,” she whispers, and I groan, dropping down on her and kissing her. My lips eat her up, my tongue pushing past her lips, tangling with hers as I rock against her. She’s all soft curves and sweet smooth skin against my dick, and I want to pull back until she says my name again in that pleading tone that I can’t get enough of, but I can’t pull myself away from her.
She’s fucking addictive and I want to lick every inch of her. My hand comes up, yanking on the neckline of her tank, pulling it and her bra down until her breast spills out, filling my hand, and I growl as she arches against me, rubbing like a kitten. Her nipple is a tight little peak against my palm and I leave her lips as I trail wet kisses down her.
She gasps when I draw her nipple into my mouth, scraping my teeth over the sensitive skin before I suckle her. I slid a hand between us, and her hips tilt up into my touch as I slip my hand under her shorts and into her panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet, babe.”
“I want you,” she whimpers, and I laugh, a low noise as I shove my fingers into her and she shrieks, choking it off with a hand over her lips.
I pull it free. “Baby girl, I want to hear every fucking noise you make when I fuck you.”
I slip my fingers through her, teasing, almost out, and she gasps, “But, Sc—“
I smirk, and whisper against her ear, “Will fucking hear everything. And like it.”
She shudders, her pussy clenching around my fingers, and I lick the shell of her ear as I rub her clit and fuck her with two fingers. “You fucking love that, don’t you, sweetheart? Knowing he’s listening to me fuck you. She is, too.”
“Rike,” she whimpers, and I bite her earlobe, and she shrieks, her body arching off the bed as she scrambles against me, thrusting against my hand, and I laugh, watching her come apart.
I pull my hand free before while she’s catching her breath, my hand sticky and wet. I almost lick my fingers clean. Instead I yank her shorts down, and sink to my knees by the bed, pulling her to my lips.
She screams when I cover her with my lips, and I laugh as she surges against me.
Very far away, I can hear my friend cursing, and then everything fades away until there is only her, and me, and this bed. Her hands in my hair and her voice, cursing and panting and begging as she moves against me. Her ankles on my shoulders, digging in as I lick her. Nip at her and suck on her clit, until she’s screaming again, her body moving in waves across the bed, and all I can smell is sugar and sunshine.
She comes like no one else, an orgasm so fucking gorgeous I could spend all day and night getting her off just to watch her fall apart. She’s panting, a sexy sheen of sweat covering her. I smile, place a kiss against her thigh and crawl up her body.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper and she smiles, a drowsy, sweet thing as she pulls me to her lips. She licks across my lips, kissing me deeply, her tongue twisting into my mouth as her hips roll in tight little waves against me. The little purr of satisfaction she gives makes me groan, my dick twitching against her, and she laughs, reaching down to tug at my jeans. “Off,” she demands, and I scramble to obey.
She props herself up as I strip and I hesitate as her eyes go wide and hungry when I’m naked. She licks her lips and sits up, reaching for me. “I want you in my mouth,” she whispers.
My dick jerks, and I shove her back on the bed, rolling a condom on before I settle over her as she shifts restlessly. “Next time,” I say and push into her.
She screams and I laugh, a noise that sounds erotic and choked even to my ears. She’s tight and hot, so fucking wet it’s easy as hell to slip into her silky heat, and my dick has never felt so fucking good.
Sex has never felt so good.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I pant, and she whimpers. “How do you want it, sweetheart? You want slow and easy?” I slide out and she groans, whining as I slip back, so deep and slow it’s almost torture.
“Fuck me, Rike,” she hisses, her nails scrambling along my back.
She’s marking me and it’s hot as fuck. I shove into her, and she screams.
God, she puts on a good fucking show for them to listen to. It’s hot as fuck, knowing Scott is listening as I fuck this girl. I grin and let go, flying on the feel of her wrapped around me, the sting of her nails and teeth in my shoulder, the scent of her as she rolls her hips against me. It’s not going to last long—I’ve waited too long for this and I’m so fucking ready for her. I shift her, so I’m on my knees, her legs wrapped around me as I thrust into her, and slip a hand between us, rubbing her clit as I pinch her nipple.
She screams again, her pussy clamping down on my dick, and I growl, thrusting into her hard as my orgasm tackles me. All I can hear is her and the sound we make together, the scent of sex all around us, and it’s so fucking good I never want anyone else.
I fall onto her, and she puffs out a sigh, giggling as I crush her into the bed. I kiss her and roll to the side, pulling her with me so I don’t slip out of her. She makes a tiny noise of pleasure and arches against me a little.
For a long minute, all we do is stare at each other, and breathe.
She’s here. She heard my song.
She’s fucking here, in my arms.
“You think so loudly,” she murmurs, reaching up and running her thumb over my jaw. I turn my head just a little, nuzzling into her palm, and her eyes go soft and distant.
“What am I thinking?” She hesitates, and shakes her head. Retreating without ever moving. I run my fingers through her hair, and whisper, “I’m thinking that it’s amazing. That having you here is fucking amazing. Everything I’ve wanted and refused to allow myself to believe would happen.”
“I’ve offered,” she says, her tone dry.
I catch her face in my hand, studying it. The tiny nose, slightly upturned and dusted with freckles, the big eyes that are just now a little bit afraid.
“I’m not good for you, Fish,” I say.
She blinks, startled. “Did you just call me a fish?”
I nod and roll us. “It’s a quote I heard once. ‘People say there are other fish in the sea. I say, fuck you, she was my sea.’” I shrug. “It stuck with me.”
She propped herself up on my chest and gives me a frown. “Wouldn’t that make me the sea? Not a fish.”
I slap her ass lightly and she yelps, her eyes flying wide. “Shut up. Fish sounds better.”
She wiggles and, deep inside her, my cock twitches. I’m half-hard again, hungry for more of her, and as her gaze goes lazy, I know she’s with me.