Page 71 of Dirty Roulette

Chapter fifty-two

Ryder

It’s New Year's, and people buzzed past Payton and I at this party like our life was put into fast-forward. Everything zipped by at such a high rate – people played beer pong, danced on the tables, and took shots. Time flew as I sat next to Payton talking about everything that popped into my mind, not a single second wasted on one word. I wiped happy tears from Payton’s cheeks as we kissed at the stroke of midnight.

We leave shortly after, but I don’t drive her to my place.

If we walk into an orgy session, I won’t have the capacity to explain Jared’s life decisions.

I take us home, to the house we grew up in.

It’s where we’ve poured candy out of pillowcases after trick or treating, where she helped me decorate the Christmas tree, and where there would always be a place for her.

There’s even a spot on the wall where we measured her height, too.

I pull into the driveway, and the patio light glows a dim orange.

“Is your mom here?” Payton asks.

“No, she’s still on a retreat with the church.”

“Really? She’s still there?”

“Yeah, she is getting a lot better. There is a new job lined up for her when she returns. It pays triple of what she was making.” I smile, placing the Jeep in park. Fireworks pop and crackle down the street. In the sky, some are exploding in different arrays of colors.

“That’s great news.” She reaches over, grasping my forearm. There is a brittle smile on my face. She leans over the center console, takes my cheek, and brushes it with a thumb. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. My focus drops low as I brush her bottom lip with my thumb and her lips part.

“You’re...” Before I could finish my sentences, her lips found mine. Not prepared for it, I couldn’t soften the kiss and our teeth clash.

She immediately draws her head back and giggles, “I’m sorry, I...”

I’m laughing with her. “Calm down, we have all night.”

I cup the back of her head and peck her on her cherry-flavored lips then say, “It’s cold, let’s go inside.

” I push away, and she unbuckles and gets out of the Jeep, racing with me to the porch steps hand in hand.

I can’t unlock the door quickly enough. It swings open, and Payton kicks it closed with the sole of her Converse.

I step out of my shoes and hers are doing somersaults in mid-air.

She fists my sweater, pushing me backward down the hallway.

We manage to make it halfway, and I have her pressed against the wall.

My hands cup her cheeks as she molds her lips to mine without hesitation.

Her mouth parts enough for me to go in deeper, my tongue tasting every inch.

Our mouths move in perfect unison, and we push and pull at each other.

My heart is on fire, pounding in every artery.

“Sebastian,” she moans.

“Yeah, what is it?” I tilt my head, but her lips lock onto mine.

Hearing her sweet voice adds fuel to the fire inside me.

She has no idea what her little whimpers do to me between each stroke of her tongue.

I slide my hand down her waist and pull her closer, and I position myself where one leg is wedged between both of hers.

She arches into me, her groin brushing against my jeans. “This seems familiar.”

“No one is watching this time.”

“You gonna come on my leg again?”

“Maybe.”

I bite her bottom lip and push my tongue back inside.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and I can’t help it.

I kiss her all over, and I nibble her earlobe, trailing down the side of her neck, finding that sweet spot.

Her hands tangle into my hair as she leans her head slightly, letting out a sweet gasp as she brushes her hips up and down my thigh.

There he is. Awake, and she’s gotten me hard as a rock.

I run both hands down her soft black sweater to her hips, pressing them into me.

Letting her grind on my legs. She is right at the tip of my dick, and I’m weak enough to explode with each thrust. Our breaths come out in harsh bursts and she whimpers between my lips.

“Tell me what you want,” I groan, and she’s close, so close, her legs are shaking.

“You...”

I swing her around, and she tumbles her arms around my neck.

I grasp her bottom, lifting her into the air, and she straddles me.

She’s light as a feather as I carry her to my bedroom, and ease myself onto the queen-size bed.

With two palms against my chest, she pushes me into the mattress.

Her long locks tumble over her shoulders as she kisses me again, breathing hard between our mouths with each stroke.

I run both hands underneath her sweater, touching her silky warm skin. I inch up and find the clasp of her bra, and unhook it. “Take it off me,” she begs in a whisper. “Take everything off me.”

“Okay, cutie.” I clasp the seams and pull the sweater over her head.

The sleeves are tight and get bunched up on her forearms. She wiggles her arms like noodles, and a little tug is all she needs from me so that the sweater plops to the floor.

I push her bra to the side. Her pink nipples are hard, as goosebumps prickle all over her skin the second the frigid air hits.

Hell, I forgot I needed to turn on the heater.

“Are you cold?”

“You can warm me up, right?”

“Yeah...”

I run a hand up her navel, grasping a handful of her right breast, and feeling her nubs in my fingertips.

She shudders, and grabs the same hand, letting me explore her all over again.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I grind my hips into her, and the second my hard-on skims her pussy, she moans.

She falls into me, her lips finding mine.

A heavy sigh follows every other stroke of her tongue, and she whimpers as she dry humps me to death.

I reach for the seams of her leggings, pushing them down.

She climbs off me for less than five seconds while she kicks them off her legs, letting them fall off the edge of the mattress.

She crawls back over, in nothing but her gorgeous skin.

She grabs my cheeks, kissing me feverishly.

I have to break away to breathe, and she groans as I turn.

Using my forearms, I lift myself up, reaching for the edge of my sweater and throwing it over my head. Payton bites her bottom lip and fights with the button on my jeans, ripping it open and unzipping the fly. “I want you.” She’s begging again.

“Oh yeah?” I lift my ass enough to pull them from my waist, but her straddling me isn’t helping.

I grasp her waist and she yelps when I toss her to the mattress with a plop.

As much as I want her on top, I enjoy watching her underneath me, bathing in ecstasy.

I shimmy out of my jeans and boxer briefs.

Our bodies mold together as I lean into her with one arm to support my weight.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispers as her fingernails stroke the groves of my lower back. Shit. My brain powers off and I nuzzle my face in the crease of her neck.

A circuit in my brain just broke a fuse. “Fuck, I don’t have any.” I breathe in her mouth, and she rubs her wet opening along my dick, resting slightly below her navel. She’s not helpful. “I left them on my nightstand.” I take a deep breath and my head falls into the crease of her neck.

“No?” she groans. “Seriously, you’re such a tease!” She digs her nails into my skin.

I stroke her silky hair and lean into her ear. “Jared has random sex parties. I wasn’t about to have us walk in on one of those.”

“Who in their right mind doesn’t bring one with them?” She pushes me in the chest with a painful look.

“Sorry,” I kiss her, biting her bottom lip. “I’m used to us being there.” It seriously slipped my mind.

She’s kicking her legs, stomping her toes on the mattress, having a mini tantrum. “I want you so bad!” She pushes her hips into mine. She’s saturated down there, and I’m more than ready for her.

“Where are you on your cycle?” I ask.

“Any time this week.”

I lean down to whisper against the shell of her ear.

“Then let’s chance it.” I run a hand over her thighs, wrapping them around my waist. “I want to feel all of you, anyway.” I grasp the base of my dick so I can slowly slide inside until she takes all of me.

She sighs and gasps, arching under me as I inch myself in.

“Sebastian,” she moans. Just the way she says it, might make me explode all over her belly right now. I’m a bottle of Coke and she’s the Mentos. “I want you.” She’s mine. All mine – every dip and curve of her skin belongs to me.

“You gonna call me by my first name when I make you come?” I pull out until she only has the throbbing tip of me inside her, then push all the way back in. She whimpers underneath me, her soft fingertips gliding up the muscles and ridges of my back.

“Yeah, mmmm, you feel so good without a condom.”

“You have no idea. Say my name again, cutie,” I drop to my forearms, my lips right against her mouth as I thrust in and out of her with a slow rhythm. “Say it.”

“I love you, Sebastian.” Her hands cup my face, and she stares straight into my eyes as I move inside her with soft, shallow strokes. She’s so warm, so wet, so tight. She clenches my entire length with each thrust, and she feels so good.

“Payton, I’m mad for you, all of you. I’m so head over heels.

I love you.” I pound harder, and a moan escapes from her lips and I capture it with my mouth.

I want her to moan my name. All her sighs and gasps filled with my name.

I’ll even give her my last name. I want all of her, and I want to give her all of me.