Page 87 of The Downside of Love
The glances.
The brief hugs.
The lingering touches.
The way he so easily told me how pretty I was.
They never truly hit me until just now. They just washed over me. I’d chalked them up to Stryder just being Stryder, never once did I ever think he had feelings for me.
But he so desperately did.
He loved me when I was with his best friend.
God, I can see it so vividly now, like a reel of memories floating past me. All the times he glanced at my hand holding Colby’s, the pained expression in his face when Colby would wrap his arm around my waist and kiss me on the head, the way he turned around when I would jump into Colby’s arms. He was tortured, being around us, yet wanting to catch any moment he had with me.
The thought kills me, splits me in half, makes me mourn for the man who so desperately wanted me but couldn’t have me. It must have hurt so badly.
I need to ease the ache in his soul, to steal away the pain of not being able to have me.
Shifting on his body, I push up a few inches, my tight nipples grazing across his chest, my dark hair a veil hanging over us. “I need you, Stryder.”
“Take me, baby. I’m yours.”
Reaching up, I cup his cheek, the start of his five o’clock shadow like sandpaper across my fingers as I lower my head and gently press my lips against his. It’s a soft kiss, lips closed, just feeling each other. His hands go to my back where they slide down, dipping, gripping. I slip my tongue over the seal of his lips, parting them, opening them wide until our tongues connect. Unlike our first kiss, this isn’t frenzied or hurried. It’s slow, it’s sensual, it’s giving us the opportunity to fully explore each other.
Beneath me, I can feel his erection start to get harder.
I need to feel him grow, so I slip the hand that isn’t cupping his cheek down his side, grazing past his chest and rib cage, to the juncture between his thighs. I move to the side and bring my hand to his cock, and when I feel it, I groan, loving how thick he is.
I wrap my fingers around him and start to gently pump him up and down. His legs fall open more, his lips parting, and a low groan slips past his lips when my hand grazes the tip of his length.
Continuing to tangle my tongue with his, our lips locked, our breaths mixing, I glide my hand lower down his arousal until I reach his balls. Gently, I roll them in my hand, back and forth, front and back, dragging my fingers over the sensitive skin, causing him to shift in place.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, breaking our mouths apart. “Feels so good, Rory.”
Wanting to see how much more I can please him, I place a kiss on his lips, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, and then slowly start to move down his body. I nip at his chest, press my lips across his nipples where he growls, a low rumble erupting deep within him. Satisfied, I work my way down his stomach, kissing each and every abdominal muscle until I reach the spot above his hardened length.
Glancing up, I catch the heady look in his eyes, need and love mixing together. So handsome.
All mine.
Lowering my head, I peek my tongue past my lips and lick the tip. Immediately his hands grip the sheets, crumpling them in his strong grasp, his chest flexing, his neck muscles pulsing trying not to lose control.
Satisfied, I continue, bringing my tongue down the underside of his cock and back up, swirling it around the head only to bring it back down again.
I repeat the process.
Once.
Twice.
Three times until he’s breathing heavily, his eyes are squeezed shut, his skin is breaking out in a beautiful sweat.
A surge of female pride erupts in me, knowing I am able to melt this powerful and beautiful man into a puddle of need, his control slipping with each pass of my tongue. And I feel like we’ve won a victory. We’ve finally won each other and my heart is full.We fit. We’re so right for each other.Our love is forever.
Circling, pumping, rolling, I work his erection and balls as he continues gripping the sheets beneath him, neck straining, chest erupting in heavy pants, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
“Fu-fuck,” he shouts when I press my finger into the spot just below his balls, his cock jutting up into my mouth. I open wide and take him in until he hits the back of my throat.
