The Vargas Cartel Trilogy (Vargas Cartel #1-3)(151)

“What are you doing?”

“Shh,” I said, sliding down onto my knees in front of him. I wrapped my hand around his thick erection. “I’ve never done this for you before and I want to. I need to taste you.” I didn’t know why I felt that way. I never felt that way before. Certainly not with Evan, but Ryker made me feel all kinds of new things. Things I didn’t understand. Things I hadn’t known. Things I hadn’t even suspected.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t stop me.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I licked the tip, drinking his salty taste. An answering heat rippled between my legs. “You don’t have to do this.”

I licked from the base to the tip. It was like warm velvet over steel on my tongue. “You don’t like it?” I asked, looking at him through the fringe of my lashes. He looked down at me, and a lock of pitch-black hair fell in front of one of his eyes. I leaned forward and guided him inside of my mouth one inch at a time, my gaze never wavering from his face.

His nostrils flared, and his eyes fluttered closed. Harsh pants streamed from his mouth. The pulsing tension in his neck and the faint smile on his lips made my heart swell. I liked that I could bring him to the edge with my mouth.

“You know I do,” he gritted out.

“So I shouldn’t stop?”

His hands tangled in my hair, and he shook his head. “God, no,” he said, his voice lowering an octave.

My hands skated up his thighs as I bobbed his length in and out of my mouth, gradually increasing my suction with every pass.

He tipped his head to the ceiling and groaned. His eyes were dark. “So close, Hattie. I’m so close.”

“Mm,” I hummed around his shaft, encouraging him to let go. I wanted to taste him. I moved faster.

In.

Out.

In.

“Stop,” he growled. “This is so damn tempting, and don’t get me wrong, I love your mouth on me, but I don’t want to come like that tonight. Not if it’s our last night.”

He grabbed my arms, guided me onto the bed. Before I could utter a single word of protest, he spread my thighs and plunged deep inside of me. He was weighty, thick and hard. The air whooshed out of my lungs in one giant, involuntarily exhalation, almost as if my body wanted to exorcise everything from inside of me except him.

Then, he began to move in earnest and pleasure vibrated through my body with every thrust, drag, and circle. My nails dug into the ropes of muscle lining his shoulders. One of his hands tangled in my hair, and the other cupped my breast, pinning me to the mattress as though I’d leave if he didn’t keep me tethered to the bed. Both primal and tender, his eyes devoured me. My insides contorted with love, and right then, I handed my heart to him and tossed the key in a bottomless abyss.

I countered every visceral flex of his hips with one of my own. Heated kisses showered my mouth and neck, turning me into ash. His sweaty chest licked mine in a choreographed erotic dance, and I never wanted it to end. If I could press the pause button and live in that moment forever, I would be tempted to do it.

My entire body shook as indescribable sensations spread through me multiplying with alarming speed, leaving no corner untouched or unmoved. My release turned and twisted, every muscle, ligament, and cell in my body tightening right down to my toes until I exploded. My vision blurred like I was drifting through a cloud and time fell away. A cry tore from my lips, and I arched into him, momentarily disrupting his rhythm.

His lips curled upward, and a chuckle mixed with a groan slipped from his parted lips. I dug my heels into the back of his thighs, pleading without words for him to keep going. Keep milking every ounce of pleasure from my body. Keep riding our connection until we’re both boneless and satiated.

Ryker’s shoulders tensed, and I whispered that I loved him, that I trusted him to keep me safe, and that I’d never stop fighting for us.

“I won’t stop either,” he promised, his voice guttural, his facial features fierce, resembling an ancient warrior. His hips jerked up, down, in and out with brutal force, possessing me, claiming me. Each jarring thrust of his pelvis against mine echoed through the room, sealing our promises. I loved it. I loved him. I would do whatever, fight whomever to keep him.

Moments later, a deep shudder ran through his body and then he collapsed on top of me. My limbs felt like liquid. Our chests pounded against each other almost as if our bodies were whispering silent promises to each other.

He started to roll off me, but I curled my hands around his upper arms. “No. Not yet,” I muttered next to his ear. “I want to feel you next to me and inside of me as long as possible.” I chuckled, recognizing the silliness in my words, but that didn’t make them any less true. “Maybe we could sleep like this.”

He nodded. “That sounds perfect to me,” he admitted, his voice a soft rumble next to my ear. I let the words flow through my body like a rich glass of wine, savoring them, loving them.

Then, he bent his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that made me want to start all over again and celebrate our last hours together until neither of us could move. Without asking, he understood what I wanted. His hands roamed my body, grazing every inch as his tongue curled around mine. The twin rhythms of our breaths echoed in the room. Within a few minutes, his cock stirred to life inside of me, and we were right back where I wanted to be…forever.