Page 32 of Wicked Games
Lucien lifted my left hand and took my first two fingers into his mouth wetting them; then he shoved his sweatpants down his legs. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do with two of my air-quote fingers.
“Gotta go, Ez. Call you later.”
RYDER DISCONNECTED THE CALL ANDtossed his phone to the side. The hunger lighting his blue eyes made me even bolder, and with his fingers still in my mouth, I quickly moved to straddle his thighs.
“Oh God,” Ryder groaned, working the two digits in and out of my mouth getting them even wetter. “I’ve been thinking of this ever since I woke up with your dick in my hand.”
I tightened my hold on his wrist. If I’d known he was awake… Our morning would’ve started completely differently. I pulled Ryder’s fingers out of my mouth and moved his hand between my spread thighs, past my balls, and over my taint until his fingers grazed my pucker. “You can take it from here, right?” I whipped my—his—shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor next to my sweats.
Ryder responded by circling his wet fingers around the crinkled rim. “Oh, I think I can.” He pressed the middle finger on his right hand harder against my pucker, teasing me. I lowered my hips, slowly impaling myself on his finger.
“Easy, Lucky.” I discovered I liked the nickname when Ryder said it in his husky voice. “What plans do you have for the other half of my air-quote fingers?” Ryder lifted his hand and inserted the other two fingers in my mouth, wetting them also. “This?” he asked, circling one nipple then the other. “Or this?” Ryder traced a wet path down my chest and stomach until he reached the base of my cock.
I grunted with pleasure when he curled his wet fingers around my cock, teasing the rigid length. Ryder leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth.
“Love,” I said, sliding my hands inside his hair. “I need…” I needed so much I couldn’t formulate a single response.
“Lube if we’re going to do this right,” Ryder suggested, looking into my eyes. “I want to do this right. Do you?”
“More than anything.”
Rather than jump off his lap and drag him to my room, I cupped his face in both hands and kissed him. I knew the moment was too important to fuck up. It was also too soon to hope that Ryder had forgiven me completely, but we’d taken a giant leap in the right direction. While I didn’t see the same open adoration in his eyes as I did in Paris, he no longer looked at me like I was something squishy he stepped in and needed to scrape off the bottom of his shoe.
I packed as much emotion into our kiss as I could—the joy of reconnecting, relief everything was finally out in the open, and hope it was the beginning of something new and beautiful. Ryder matched my languid pace, seemingly unhurried by the passion pulsing through our bodies, and satisfied with only his finger inside me.
Ryder broke our kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. “Why don’t we move this to your bed because it’s where we both want to be.”
“Are you sure, Ry? We can wait.”
Ryder placed a soft kiss beneath my ear then licked a trail to my pulse point where he could feel how desperate I was for him. I meant what I said; I would wait for him. He chuckled against my neck then hummed happily in the back of his throat. I was putty in his hands, and he knew it. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck further to his hungry lips and tongue. Ryder rewarded my surrender by licking over to my Adam’s apple then sucking it into his mouth. The gentle nip of his teeth came next before he continued licking and nibbling a path down to my collarbone. Then Ryder licked a straight path up the other side of my neck until he reached my ear and bit it sharply, making me hiss.
“We won’t be able to concentrate on clearing our names unless we getthisout of our systems,” Ryder whispered.
“Is that what we’re doing? Working off some sexual tension so we can get back to work?”
“What else could it be?” Ryder teased, pulling back and smiling at me.
“You started it with your groping hands,” I countered.
“I was horrified at first,” Ryder admitted. “But I got over it pretty quickly, especially since I could tell by your breathing you were awake.”
“Who the hell could sleep through that?” Then more seriously, I said, “There will never be a day where I don’t want you, but I need to be sure this is what you want. I can’t have you get angry at me in a day or two and throw this in my face. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
“I’m a man who knows what he wants, Lucien. Right now, I want to touch, kiss, lick, and fuck you like I should’ve been doing all these years. If it’s not what you want—”
I slammed my lips against his, cutting off what was surely going to be the silliest thing he’d ever said. My kiss was hungry, possessive, and left no doubt about who or what I wanted. I didn’t let up until I heard the familiar little whimpers in Ryder’s throat. I slid off his lap and extended my hand to him.
We kissed between removing Ryder’s clothes until we were both fully naked. Perhaps I should’ve been worried about making out and touching each other in front of the window, but by that point, I was daring the world to take its best shot.
Ryder walked me backward to the bedroom, our mouths still fused and our tongues still teasing. Once we reached the bed, we resumed a similar position to the one on the sofa, except Ryder sat on his knees in the center of the bed amidst the tangled sheets. It was so much hotter when we were both naked. I cupped Ryder’s head with both hands while he gripped my ass cheeks and held me tightly against him.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered against his lips. “I’m.”Kiss.“Never.”Kiss.“Letting.”Kiss. “You.”Kiss.“Go.”Kiss.“Again.”
“You didn’t let me go, Lucien,” Ryder said softly. “You left me.”
“It won’t happen again,” I promised.
“See that it doesn’t.”