Feeling mischievous, she slid her hand down Ryker’s torso, across his taut stomach, and to the most sensitive part of him. She wrapped her hand around his girth and gently massaged, while propping herself up slightly to watch the expression on his face. It didn’t take much for him to respond to her caresses, and slowly a smile spread across his face, though his eyes were still closed.
Jenna loved the feel of him hard in her hand. Ryker opened one eye, the smile still on his face. He twisted to her, and she adjusted her grip on him, biting her lower lip in sudden coyness.
“Well, now, isn’t this just the best way to wake up?” he said, pressing himself against her. His hand traced across the curve of her hip and her ribs, to settle on her breast. His thumb trailed across her nipple, sending a tingle all the way down to between her thighs.
Jenna ducked her head and flicked her tongue across one of his pierced nipples, licking the two nubs of metal either side of the small bud of flesh. From Ryker’s reaction, growing hard as a rod of iron in her grip, she guessed the move excited him as much as it did her. She’d never been with a man who had anything pierced before.
Lifting her mouth from his chest, she pushed him back on the bed and swung her leg over to straddle his thighs, pinning him to the bed. She never did this—exposing herself to a man like this. Normally, she was the type of girl who hid beneath the covers with the light switched off, but the way Ryker looked at her with pure, unbridled lust gave her a confidence she’d never known before. She leaned across to the drawer where he’d gotten the condom for the night before, and found a new one. Quickly, she tore open the condom and sheathed him, before lifting herself above him. His hard length pressed against her opening and with a slight adjustment of her hips, she sank deep, letting him fill her.
Ryker’s hands grabbed her backside and the flesh of her hips as she rocked up and down. Their movements grew more frantic as their pleasure built. Faster and harder, her breath coming in gasps, she slammed herself down. Their flesh slapped together, Ryker’s hips bucking to meet hers.
She tipped forward as her pleasure pulsed through her, making her toes curl. Ryker let out a groan and held himself deep inside her as her inner muscles gripped him tight. She hid her face in Ryker’s neck as he held her against him, feeling the last of his orgasm judder through his body.
“I could get used to waking up like that, Jenna Armstrong,” he said, softly, stroking her hair.
She couldn’t answer. Saying me too would have been a lie because getting used to waking up with him was one thing she couldn’t let herself do.
He kissed her on the shoulder, sending shivers of pleasure down her body, and she slid down onto the bed beside him while he quickly disposed of the used condom.
She could happily spend all day naked in bed with him.
“I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I’m starving.”
She grinned. “Yeah, so am I.”
“Well, as much as I hate the idea of putting clothes on your body, if we want to eat without embarrassing the hell out of Mikey, we’re going to need to get dressed, and then I’m going to cook you breakfast.”
“Sounds good to me.”
She used the bathroom to freshen up, put on a clean outfit, and scrub her teeth. She trotted downstairs and into the kitchen to find Ryker standing at the stove, frying bacon and making waffles, filling the house with an amazing aroma. Mikey was sitting at the kitchen island, his nose almost attached to the screen of the phone. He glanced up as she walked in.
“Jenna stayed over,” Ryker said to his brother, uncharacteristically embarrassed. “You know, like a sleepover.”
Mikey rolled his eyes. “I’m almost fifteen, bro. I’m not a freaking child.”
She sat down at the counter and Ryker slid her a cup of coffee, followed by a plate stacked high with bacon, scrambled egg, and waffles.
“This looks amazing,” she said. “I thought you said you couldn’t cook?”
He waved a spatula in the air. “I didn’t want you to think I was too perfect.”
Mikey grunted and rolled his eyes again.
Jenna and Ryker looked at each other and laughed.
Ryker brought his own identical plate of food over and sat opposite her.
Her hunger didn’t allow her any more small talk. Without saying another word, she wolfed down the breakfast Ryker had cooked her, glancing up at him now and then to make eye contact. He had the same look in his eyes she thought must be in hers, a kind of slightly delirious wonderment that they’d found each other.
With breakfast eaten, she stood to do the dishes. She reached for Ryker’s cleared plate but he knocked her hand aside.