Page 33 of Wicked Games

“I missed your smell,” I whispered against his throat.Kiss.

“I missed your dragon,” Ryder said, his mouth hovering over the head of my tattoo.Kiss.

“I missed the way you whimper in the back of your throat when you need me.” I chuckled when Ryder answered with the sound I cherished. “Just.”Kiss.“Like.”Kiss.“That.”Kiss.

“I missed the feel of you stretching me open and making me yours,” Ryder said, using his powerful thighs to rise and push me to my back before kneeling between my spread thighs. “You were the first and the only man I’ve given my ass to, and I need you, Lucky.”

“Whatever you need, love.”

“I want to kiss all the other places I missed first.”

We took our time touching, kissing, and exploring until every nerve ending felt frayed, and holding out became impossible. I retrieved the condoms and lube, expecting Ryder to tease me about my preparedness, but he only wore a sexy smirk when he took the condom from my hand. He wasted no time rolling it on my cock then lay back down on his back and spread his legs.

My hands shook when I tried to flip the lid open on the bottle of lube. Ryder ran his hands up and down my thighs to soothe me. I was known for my calm demeanor under intense pressure, but I was on the verge of unraveling during a crucial moment.

“Want some help?” Ryder asked, smiling smugly and taking great pleasure from my fumbling.

I flipped the lid open and held the bottle proudly in the air. “I’ve got it.”

“Good. Stretch me open, slick your cock, and fuck me, Lucky.”

I took my time massaging Ryder’s pucker with a slick finger before I added more lube and slid it inside him. God, his ass was so fucking tight. “Mine.” It drove me insane to know this was a part of him he’d only given to me. If I had my way, it would stay that way forever.

“Y-y-yes,” Ryder moaned, arching his neck.

My cock said I needed to hurry, but my heart demanded I slow down and savor every fucking second. Ryder had always loved ass play, and I would happily finger his ass until he was pliant in my arms. He kissed me hungrily, clinging to my body while I continued to work him open by adding a second finger. Ryder gasped from the added pressure, so I slowed down to allow him time to adjust. His left thigh rubbed restlessly against mine; the friction ignited a firestorm of memories of the times I’d made love to Ryder. There was always a part of him that had to move like he either was running from the pleasure or chasing it. Was it too much or was it just beyond his grasp?

“More,” Ryder demanded, his voice crackling with frantic need. He thrust his hips upward, impaling himself faster and deeper on my two fingers. I captured his mouth, parting his lips to capture the gasp bursting from him when I rotated my wrist and crooked my fingers to peg his prostate. “Mmmmm.”

I lifted my head, hovering my mouth above his and staring into his pleading blue eyes.In. Out. Twist. Peg.“Do you want my cock?”In. Out. Twist. Peg.

“Yes, Lucien.”

I briefly closed my eyes because my name rolled off his tongue like a silky caress I felt straight to my balls. “Say it again.”

“Lucien.” He’d known what I meant.

I removed my fingers from Ryder’s ass and pressed the head of my dick to his entrance. “Again.”

“Lucien.”

I wanted to taste his gasp when I entered him, so I reclaimed his mouth once more then pushed past the first ring of muscles. Ryder cried out and dug his fingers in my ass cheeks. I couldn’t tell if he wanted more or needed me to wait before pushing forward until he ripped his mouth from mine.

“Deeper,” Ryder said, shifting his legs again.

“Say it again.”

“Lucien.”

I pushed forward another inch deeper inside Ryder, fighting the urge to bury my dick to the hilt inside him.

“More.”

“Say it.”

“Lucien.”

Ryder sounded as desperate as I felt. Need clawed at my guts, threatening to tear me apart. I pushed deeper inside and was rewarded when Ryder arched his back beneath me. One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other slid down my back to tease the crack of my ass with his wicked fingers.