Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,86
sex with him while you’re inebriated?
Grow the fuck up, Cold and Analytical screamed at me.
I knew she was right. Knew Ryker loved me. That by not touching me in even a slightly altered state, he was putting me above his own needs. I’d felt how hard he was as I slid down the front of his body. He was setting himself aside as well. His own needs. It wasn’t just mine he was rejecting.
I sighed and moved to the vanity. I got my face wash out of my bag, grabbed a wash rag. Scrubbing my face, I winced as the tender flesh on my palm nagged at me with the hot water. Dang it.
Pulling my hair up into a messy bun that was scales lower than the sexiness of Tali’s, I applied moisturizer. I tugged my pants off, tossed them in the laundry bin. Swapping out Ryker’s sweatshirt for one of his tanks, I opened the door.
And stopped in my tracks.
The room was dark except for the few candles he had lit. The bed was clean of any blankets. A large towel was laid in the middle of the gigantic bed. A bag of frosting was sitting on the towel.
Ryker was naked from the waist up, nibbling on a cupcake. He moaned when he looked up. “Fuck, you make my clothes look good,” he said around a mouthful of dessert.
“What’s all this?” I walked forward.
“My apology.” He stuffed the rest of the cupcake in his mouth and rose to his feet.
I wanted to slap my own face. I shook my head. “Ryker, you don—”
He swallowed as he put a finger over my lips. “Please.”
I nodded.
“I meant what I said. I don’t think I could live with myself if I took you while you weren’t one hundred percent with me. But that doesn’t mean I should have cut you off. You’re a grown woman who knows her own mind. You know your capabilities and your body probably better than any other person I know. So, here’s my offer. We make each other cum, but no sex-sex.” He raised his brows in question.
I smiled. “Why the change? And what’s the difference between sex and sex-sex?”
He laughed. “I just told you the reason for my change of mind. And the difference between tonight’s sex and sex-sex is that sex-sex involves me putting my penis in your vagina. Repeatedly. With great vigor.” He swallowed hard.
I smothered a laugh. Nodded. “So I can still suck your cock?”
He nodded, his ab muscles twitched. “Fuck, yes.”
“And you’ll do what to me?”
“Well, first I’m going to color in your tattoo with frosting. Then, after I’ve licked it all away, I’m going to devour your cunt until you beg me to leave you alone.”
“And this is different in your mind how?” I said as my body clenched.
“Because this way I know it will be memorable. I know that you’ll be with me the entire time.”
My brow wrinkled. “And I wouldn’t have with sex-sex?”
He shrugged. “Because hopefully by the time I’m done licking your body clean, you’ll be mostly sober again. I’m not willing to take the chance that you could still be even a little drunk…tipsy…whatever. Does this work for you?” He studied me with his grass green eyes.
I tipped my head to the side. Felt the funny slide of my mind. Knew he was right. “So…if I make you cum first, do I still win the bet?”
His lips twitched. “Sure, baby, you can win the bet.”
I pouted. “That’s not as fun…you just letting me win.”
“So you want me to win the bet?”
I shook my head immediately. “No. Besides, your sexing game needs some work. I’m not just going to let you win with that as a showing.”
He laughed. “I fully agree with you. I had no idea women were more interested in my money, fame, and body until I met you. So, I’ll worship at your feet, learn from you, so I can make you fall in love with me every day.”
I melted. “And you couldn’t have said something like that earlier?” I fanned myself.
He blinked at me. “I didn’t know that was part of the game. Are you telling me I could have just poured out my feelings for you and you would have crumpled?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure I would have crumpled, but it would have been a damn sight better than the mumbling. You’re so very good with your tongue. But this game put it in knots.”