Ryker
Each day is a new experience that leaves me blissed out of my mind. I had no concept of what happiness could be.
SHE’S TEMPTING ME again.
It’s been a week of this exquisite torture, a beautiful pull into her delicate web. Ever since that massage after golf, which I gladly guaranteed she received, my control has been tested and stretched beyond feasible limits. When I picked up that golf ball and tossed it in the hole, a chain reaction of delicious enticement began. Sunshine has been playing with fire and I’m not sure how much more I can take before taking the plunge.
When we went to the zoo, Lennon tucked tightly against me while looking at the exhibits. At the aquarium, she lured me into hidden corners with promises of stolen kisses. I’ll never forget her overtly seductive strut each time she got up to bowl, suggestive but subtle. Wandering touches that gave me goosebumps, lingering kisses that made my heart race, sweetly whispered phrases that left plenty to the imagination, shy glances with flushed cheeks . . . all tasty bait I gobbled up like gummy bears.
I’ve always known Lennon will be my first, if she’s willing. Sharing my body with her has been my craving since she smiled at me and by now, I’m sure she feels the same way. The potential of those wicked fantasies becoming reality have me panicking.
The reluctance to take our relationship to a more physical level is solely due to sheer terror. My anxiety has been ratcheting up to dangerous degrees when I think of the thousand ways to fuck up. What if I hurt Lennon by being too rough? How do I make sure she has an orgasm? Will she still find me attractive naked? What if she isn’t turned on enough? If I do something really wrong, will sex be ruined for her? I could blow it in countless ways—prematurely and just . . . in general. It’s far too much for my already frazzled mind to manage.
At least we’ve gotten really good at making out and dry humping. Anything with her that close to me, even with layers of clothes in the way, is fucking mind-blowing. Those are hints of how it could be between us, the slight brushes of skin that leave me hard, aching, and boiling with desire. I never understood the term blue balls when the stupid jocks joked about it in school, but my clarity on the painful subject is extremely obvious now. The sexual frustration, and agonizing pressure in my groin, is worth it though.
Everything needs to be perfect for our first time—the most important first of all.
We’re comfortable and compatible in ways I didn’t know existed. I’ve already lost count of the number of times she’s pointed out ridiculously accurate details about me that no one else would notice. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume Lennon has been studying me over the years too.
Lennon is currently humming softly while draping fabric over a mannequin, her hips swaying hypnotically to a silent beat. We’ve been at her studio on campus most of the day, quietly working on separate tasks. I’m building a new software so hopefully neither of us will have to worry about money again. I’ll have more than enough to make all of her wishes come true, which hopefully include me.
“I don’t hear much typing going on over there, Mister Doxson,” Lennon sing-songs before twirling behind the dress form.
A shiver passes through me while I imagine calling her the same name, except as my missus. It’s way too soon for such visions but that doesn’t stop my wild brain from diving into the future. Her graceful moves distract me further.
“Who do you dance for when you’re by the window?” I blurt as my eyes lock on her delicate movements. My filter is even weaker than usual since my brainpower is being directed to keeping other areas in check.
“What do you mean?” She cocks her head my way. “I’m in the middle of the room and this is my typical flurry of artistic chaos.” Lennon demonstrates by continuing to bounce around her creation.
“Not what you’re currently doing,” I start. “There were a few times when I was watching that it seemed like you were almost . . . putting on a show.” I bust out the last part before nerves clamp my mouth shut.
Lennon’s face turns a bright shade of red as she dips her chin. “Um,” she bites her lip. “That’s really embarrassing.”
“Sorry, Sunshine.” My nape burns with shame. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Just curious but forget I asked.”
She shuffles over slowly as her gaze bounces around the open space, refusing to land on me.
“It’s fine. I just feel really silly about it.” Lennon takes a deep breath. “I caught on that someone was following me when the gifts started appearing in really convenient spots. There were several situations when I actually caught sight of a shadowy figure but you’d disappear just as quickly. This might sound super bizarre but I grew attached to the mere idea of having a secret admirer. There was a person out there who was infatuated and interested in me enough to do all this wonderful stuff, like leave sweet notes and my favorite coffee.” She fidgets with a pin between her fingers. “When I was feeling a bit bold and picturing the mysterious stranger, who for whatever reason didn’t scare me, my body would take charge. Thinking about you watching was exciting.” Her words are soft and barely-there but I hear the meaning loud and clear.
My palm drags over the stubble covering my jaw. “Am I dreaming? How is this real life?”
Lennon hums and I pull her into my arms.
“You were really doing all that for me?”
Her head bobs again and my pulse pounds ferociously, echoing throughout my entire being.
She shifts slightly before peeking up at me. “I told you how special that attention makes me feel. My courage kept increasing as Seek became more obvious,” Lennon murmurs through a smile. “I wanted to draw you closer and entice you. Having you watch was . . . hot,” she exhales the ultimate invitation before burying her flushed face in my chest.
I groan loudly as my resistance frays to tattered strings.
“Sunshine, you have no idea what that does to me.”
Lennon bumps her hips into mine before edging even closer, rubbing along some very solid evidence.
“Pretty sure you’re giving me a big hint. Why are you holding back, Ryker?”
My jeans become impossibly tight and delaying sex suddenly seems very stupid.
“I don’t want to screw anything up. There’s a lot of pressure, from everywhere, and I can’t stand the idea of doing anything wrong for you.” My hands tremble as they drift down her back.
“We can go slow. There’s a few bases we haven’t rounded yet. I don’t want to race straight to the main event but we could do some other stuff first.” Lennon’s satiny voice cools the stress raging through my muscles.
I nod quickly, definitely following the direction she’s taking. “O-okay. I like the sound of that.”
“I mean, I’ve heard foreplay is vital,” she adds nonchalantly while I melt into a lust puddle.
“Jesus, Sunshine. You’re killing me. When did you get so bold?” My palm slams on the table behind her to steady my buckling knees. “I might actually blow,” I admit before inhaling her sweet coconut scent. She always smells like the beach, or at least how I imagine it.
“You bring out a naughty side of me, Ryker,” she murmurs as her fingers dance up my ribs.
I swallow loudly, trying to hold back. “Sunshine,” I warn quietly while staring into her heated gaze.
She purrs against my jaw, “What's your fantasy?”
“You.”
“What about me? Anything special?”
“Everything. You’re the entire package, all I could want and need. You’re really special for me,” I admit without thought.
Flush races up the column of her throat before settling into her pink cheeks. My chest puffs up in honor—I caused that reaction.
Lennon hums and the soft exhale whisks across my stubbled jaw.
“You're so sweet, Ryker. Wanna know mine?”
“God, yes,” I beg and rock into her.
My eyes cross as I imagine the possibilities.
“You watching me, staring openly while I slowly get undressed. You’re peering through the window as I begin touching myself to thoughts of your blazing blue gaze taking the scene in. When I tumble over the edge, wishing it was your hand, you’ll be pleading for release too,” Lennon’s voice trembles while exposing her secret desires.
“Shit.”
Her words are so much better than I could have anticipated. Does she know how often I’ve pictured this exact scenario?
“Maybe we could act that out sometime?” I ask around the arousal threatening to choke me.
“I would really like that.”
“Do you want me to touch you now?” I offer hesitantly.
Lennon giggles.
“Not here, but tonight . . .” When she beams at me, a lopsided grin lifts my lips. “Pretty sure we’re not getting anything else done. Time to go?”
“But I thought we were going to the—”
“Wouldn’t that be a perfect spot for further exploration?” She accentuates the word and I get dizzy from the lack of blood flow to my brain.
My tongue swells so all I can do is signal her to lead the way.
As we’re about to leave the studio, Lennon’s phone pings and she stops in her tracks after glancing at the screen.
“Holy shit!” she exclaims while continuing to read the message.
“What it is, Sunshine? Is everything alright?”
Lennon looks at me and her eyes are glassy with unshed tears.
“Guess what?”
“Just tell me.”
“I won,” she squeals. “I got first place in the logo content.”
My face splits into a wide smile as I yank her toward me. Lennon bounces in my hold so I hoist her into my arms before spinning us round and round. She laughs loudly and I follow suit, glad to be sharing this moment with her. Lennon tosses her head back with another buoyant giggle before clasping her hands on my cheeks.
“I can’t believe this. That prize money gives Len’s Looks a real chance.”
“I’m not at all surprised, Sunshine. That design was brilliant, like everything else you make.”
“We need to celebrate,” she states as her eyes shine bright.
“Tequila?”
Her face goes a little green as the word leaves my lips.
“I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. Pretty sure champagne would be better.”
“Good call. Let’s stop on the way.”
“This night is gonna be one to remember,” she says and wags her brow.
A sharp groan escapes as I start walking out. Lennon is still wrapped around me, exactly where she should be. I’d carry her everywhere if she’d let me.
“I have no doubt about that, Sunshine.”
“I can hardly wait,” she whispers in my ear.
With temptation personified seated next to me, the drive seems cut in half. I should be more careful with precious cargo but the possibility of touching Lennon’s smooth skin is making me reckless. We haven’t spoken a word the entire ride as friction crackles around us. I almost pull over several times but she’s looking forward to crossing this first off our list.
Right at dusk, we pull into the dusty lot and I park in the back along the edge. The drive-in theater should be fantastic but for far different reasons than I’d imagined. As I kill the engine, restless energy skitters along my flesh, sitting still isn’t an option. I get to work unloading the blankets and pillows before setting up a makeshift mattress in the bed of my truck.
Lennon rests against the lowered tailgate. “Are you all right? Your pace is like . . . triple the usual.”
“Yep, all good. Just really excited for this,” I ramble while tossing the final layer down.
“I had no idea you enjoyed the art of cinematography so much.” She tips forward, laughter shaking her shoulders.
When I turn to face her the sun has almost set and she glows in the dim light.
“Uh,” I stammer. Is Lennon actually expecting to watch these movies? Shit. “What’s playing again?”
This time she bends backward in full on cackles.
“Your face,” she wheezes. “Oh my God, Ryker. You’re looking at me like I just ruined Christmas. Don’t worry, Santa really does exist.” Humor bounces on her tone.
“Get your butt up here and we’ll see who’s laughing.”
“What are you gonna do? Give me a spanking?” She nibbles on her lip before winking at me.
It’s my turn to double over, but not from laughter. If I don’t lose the visual of her creamy ass beneath my palm, this will be over before it begins. My legs give out from the strain and I topple onto the puffy comforter.
“Sunshine,” I moan to the dark sky and press down on my aching junk. “What am I going to do with you? My balls are never going to recover.”
Suddenly her beautiful face is hovering above me, lighting up the black scenery.
“What’s wrong with them?” She peeks at my cupped hand before swinging her eyes back to me. “Are you hurt?” An adorable crease forms between her brows.
The pressure eases with her concern but the dirty desires shove to the front of my mind. “I’m fine,” I huff between my clenched teeth. “Lay down with me. The show is about to start.”
Lennon’s head nestles on my pec while I adjust higher on the mountain of cushions, propping us up in case we watch the movie. Her palm rests against my flexed abs and I try to ignore the potent desire barreling through me. If we act on our lustful urges, Lennon needs to make the first move. My racing heart demands certainty before giving into my filthy fantasies.
I try to get comfortable and relax my straining muscles but it’s impossible with her fingers toying at the hem of my shirt. The hand resting against her hip squeezes into a fist when her nails drag lightly against the taut skin of my lower stomach. I blow out a deep breath and beg for patience as the enormous screen flickers to life in front of us.
When the opening credits begin rolling, Lennon’s warm breath tickles my neck before she places a delicate kiss there. She decadently drops lingering pecks up toward my ear and my vision gets hazy. When her lips suck along my jaw and her entire palm slides up my abdomen, I’m ready to bust. My fingers find the edge of her top before brushing her silky skin. Lennon shivers as she reaches my mouth so I haul her closer and fuse us together.
As our lips connect, I roll onto my side and pull her so our bodies are better aligned. I groan into her open mouth and she responds by stroking my tongue with hers. I devour her sweet flavor while both hands tremble with need, my deeper cravings begging for satisfaction.
“Can I touch you?” I plead between sinful kisses.
Lennon nods vigorously before diving back into my mouth. My palm traces up her spine before finding the clasp of her bra. My inexperienced fingers fumble with the hook and my face heats with the lack of skill. Lennon reaches and expertly snaps the strap open before returning to her delicate exploration of my torso. I don’t dwell or doddle as my hungry hand fills with her naked flesh. My touch glides between her plump tits. Lennon wriggles against me and mews against my lips when I rub her peaked nipple. My fingers focus there, playing with the hardened point and rounding the tightened skin before pinching slightly.
“Yes,” she breathes quietly. “More, please.”
I eagerly follow her request, alternating soft flicks with gentle tweaks, lavishing her pebbled tips with undivided attention. My mouth waters for a taste but removing the obtrusive fabric isn’t an option even if it’s dark and secluded.
Lennon breaks away and pants, “I want things but don’t know how to ask for them.”
“Tell me,” I beg. “I’ll give you anything.”
“Here,” she says while dragging my hand down to her waist. “Touch me there.” Her hips bump into me, giving further permission and arousal shoots through my veins.
I suck in sharply and try to cool the need taking over my body. I’m already on edge, ready to blow, and haven’t made this good enough for her yet. Tremors cause my fingers to be extra clumsy while attempting to unbutton her jeans and I curse my inexperience. Why couldn’t she be wearing a dress like usual?
Lennon stills my awkward movements with her steady hand.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ve never done this before either. Just go slow, okay?” She whispers against my slack jaw.
I blindly reach behind me for a discarded blanket and throw it over us before successfully opening the closure.
I freeze, uncertainty chilling my bones, and my fingers stall on the zipper. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The words tumble out without warning, my frazzled brain short circuiting with this overwhelming onslaught.
“You won’t,” Lennon reassures before shimming the denim down her hips. She guides my suddenly stiff digits to the elastic waistband of her panties. “You’ll only bring me pleasure. I’ll show you.”
Our entwined fingers move under the cotton and she pushes my hand farther down, along bare skin and into velvet slickness, until her heated center is beneath my fingertips. A gasp escapes at the raw feeling.
“You’re wet,” I murmur as wonder pours from me and I stare down at her with wide eyes.
“You really turn me on,” she explains as her lashes flutter.
My pulse soars.
“I do?”
Lennon nods while rocking into me. “Yes, so much.” Her back bends so her core settles deeper against me. “Right here,” she instructs while circling my finger over a small bump.
Even though I can’t see what’s happening under the blanket, the other sensations tell me enough. Lennon grows wetter as I spin around that special spot and quiet cries spill from her throat. My dick jerks and pulses behind the zipper but I ignore the ferocious lust.
My fingers work faster with Lennon’s commands of more and harder. Her nails bite into my arm as she bows up, her light gaze stabs into me before those aqua eyes roll back into her head. The soft noises drip from her tongue like a siren call demanding to be answered, and I eagerly offer more rapid strokes. I’m riveted to the ecstasy flashing over her features, the expression clear and beautiful to watch. She steals the show.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“Me too,” I echo against her throat.
Lennon quivers and vibrates against me as she whispers her pleasure into my throat. My fingers are coated with her pure essence as I keep stroking her. Any remaining control vanishes and she triggers my release, liquid fire pooling in my gut before blasting from me, and I’m powerless to stop it. My body shudders and trembles along hers as we float into the weightless atmosphere.
With labored exhales and aftershocks twitching our limbs, we return to the surface, clutching onto each other with all our might.
“Wow, that was so much better than when I do it.” Lennon blinks at me and something sparkles in her turquoise stare. “I can’t believe that’s the first thing to pop out of my mouth,” she mutters before hiding her flaming face behind her hands.
I pry her shield away as a rumble shakes my chest.
“Never hide from me, even if you’re embarrassed. You make me laugh with your unfiltered thoughts.” I press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Thank you for giving me that. Watching you come from my touch is a precious treasure. Another thing I’m not deserving of but will graciously accept. You’re a dream, Sunshine. I can’t believe this is real.”
She sniffles and swallows loudly. “How could I possibly cry after getting the best orgasm ever?” Lennon shakes her head before reaching for me. “I’m so selfish. It’s your turn.”
My hips jump away to evade her touch, fearful she’ll feel the sticky mess I’ve made in my briefs.
“I already did.” Heat races up my throat with the confession.
“But I didn’t get to touch you,” she pouts and I kiss her puffy.
“You didn’t have to. Touching you and watching you fall apart in my arms was more than enough.”
Lennon sighs and her gaze skitters to the side.
“Well, can you go again? They do in the movies. I mean, so, we can . . . you know?” She asks and points between us.
“Now? Here?” I sputter in surprise.
She nods eagerly and grips the buckle of my belt. I rest my hand over hers, halting the hasty movements.
“Can we be open and honest right now?”
“Always, please and thank you.”
“Will you tell me how you want our first time to be? For real?” My heart and soul refuse to take her for the first time in the back of my truck.
“I want you. That’s it.” Lennon’s nails scratch up my abs, getting me hard again, as she keeps talking. “I don’t need a fancy hotel room or a big extravagant plan. I just want with be with you, in the most organic way possible. Just like nature intended. We don’t need to make this complicated or overthink things. We can just . . . let it happen,” She trails off, scanning my tense features.
“I overthink everything, Lennon.” Worry works its way into my system. If I refuse her, will she get upset? “I’m glad you’re not particularly fussy but we’ve gotta do better than this.” My mind flips through readily available options and an idea solidifies in my dazed mind. “Let’s go to my place.”
“As in your apartment? You’ve never brought me there before.” Lennon seems startled by my suggestion.
“I wasn’t keeping it from you or anything,” I mutter and shrug. “There’s nothing really exciting about it.” My heart hammers erratically, imagining her reaction.
“And you want to bring me there, rather than have me here, because . . .” Her curiosity trails off, as if waiting for me to finish her thought.
“You’ll see, Sunshine.”