share the thoughts racing through my mind. I didn’t want to worry her. That was my job.
“Forget I said anything.” Her hand stroked my thigh, inching upward, an action my cock very much approved of. She cupped my erection through my jeans, extracting a deep groan from me.
“Let’s get back to having fun, shall we?”
18
Athena
As we left Manhattan, the traffic became a little lighter. I eased Ryker’s zipper down and slipped a finger inside his jeans, stroking his cock through his boxers. He gripped my wrist but didn’t remove my hand.
“Athena.”
His tone held a warning, but not enough to stop me. I closed my hand around his thick shaft, his strong fingers still restraining me, and as I moved, he moved with me.
“I want to taste it.” I slipped his boxers down an inch, revealing the swollen head.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “You’re killing me. I need to concentrate on the road.”
I had a counter argument ready, but his phone rang, interrupting me. I glanced at the display.
“Shit, it’s Elliot.” I immediately released my hold on him.
He held a finger to his lips. “Not a word.” Tapping a button on the steering wheel to answer the call, he said, “What’s up, Elliot? I’m driving.”
“Where to?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going to see Mom. She’s heading off on a cruise in a couple days and won’t be around for Christmas.”
“Lucky thing. Say hi to her for me. I haven’t seen her in ages.”
“I will. So, why’re you calling?”
“I wondered where you slipped off to last night. I came looking for you, and you’d gone.”
“Yeah, I’d have said goodbye, but last I saw, you had your tongue down Brie’s throat.”
I screwed up my face. Urgh. Don’t need details like that about my brother, thanks very much.
“Athena disappeared without saying goodbye, too. Mom said she texted to say she was spending the night with a friend. You don’t think it’s that guy she came with last night, do you? The one from Finance? I mean, I heard what Oliver said about letting her live her life, but she’s still my sister and I’m not sure he’s right for her.”
My breath caught in my throat. I hit Ryker with a stare which he studiously ignored.
“How’s the Addison’s deal progressing?” Ryker asked, refusing to engage in conversation about me, although a tic in his jaw said he wasn’t comfortable with the deception.
“Good,” Elliot said, taking the bait. “I’m meeting with the lawyers today. We’re still on track to sign the contract on New Year’s Eve as planned.”
As they began to talk work, I resumed stroking Ryker’s cock. A risky move, but something had happened to me since last night. I felt as if I’d been released from a gilded cage, and for the first time in years, I could fly, breathe, fulfil my desires without an ounce of remorse on my shoulders. I loved this man and he loved me. Elliot would just have to deal.
Ryker’s posture stiffened, but he didn’t stop me. I kept my eyes on his face and circled the tip with my thumb, collecting the bead of moisture gathered there. His breath hitched, and his eyes flitted to mine, then back to the road.
I licked my lips then bent my head and lightly sucked on the head. He gasped, pushing me off.
“Gotta go, Elliot. Something’s come up.”
He cut the call, swerved into the right lane, and pulled off the highway, turning into the empty parking lot of a Starbucks.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said sternly, although the twinkle in his eye gave the game away. Ryker wasn’t mad. He was turned on.
I tugged his zipper all the way down and freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. “I feel wild, Ryker. I feel alive.”
This time I took him all the way in.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I fucking feel alive with my dick in your mouth.”
If I could, I’d have grinned. I had no clue what I was doing, but if Ryker’s sharp intake of breath and his soft groans were any indication, my performance wasn’t too bad.
It didn’t taste as I’d expected. Whenever I’d thought about going down on Ryker, I assumed it’d be slightly gross, maybe a little sweaty, but he tasted clean and fresh—like summer rain.
He threaded his hands through my hair, applying light pressure to the back of my head. I took this to mean he wanted me to swallow more of him. The head hit the back of my throat.