Page 19 of His to Touch
“Exactly that way, babe. Keep your hands to yourself. It’ll be my fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and my lips wrapped around your clit.” I pull my shirt over my head. Sutton licks her lips as I unbutton my jeans, they drop to the floor, and I step out of them.
“Hurry,” she spurs me on. That’s fucking it. The next time she begs, it’ll be with me licking her pretty cunt. I lie on my stomach, placing her legs over my shoulders, hands cupping her ass, and my face is between her thighs. My cock rest heavily against my stomach, the mattress beneath, and I already know it’s going to be damn hard to keep from coming while I eat my woman.
“You want my mouth, babe?” I look up. Her hands are already working her nipples, plucking and pulling. Sutton’s eyes are closed, head tilted back, hair spilling every which way as her moans echo through the room, and if she gets much louder, I’ll have to cover her mouth. “Look at me, Sutton. I want your eyes on me when I lick this pretty little cunt.” Her head lifts from the pillow, and she licks her lips and takes a deep breath.
“Ryland,” she says in way that sounds a lot like begging. I keep my eyes on her pretty gray ones, watching as they darken when I take a deep breath. Her arousal surrounds me. The tip of my tongue licks a path from her clit to her opening, then I dip my tongue inside and taste her right from the source.
“Hmm,” I growl at feeling her muscles tighten once I start using my tongue like I would my cock. Soon, very fucking soon, when the doctor gives her the all-clear. It’s already bad enough that we’re breaking the rules, and while we’ve been careful, I still worry.
“Yes.” She wiggles her hips, and her hand lands on the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her wet pussy. I go for broke, plunging my tongue in and out, fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I want to see if she likes to be played with back there. When the tip of my finger dragsalong her forbidden entrance, she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she thrusts her hips up even more.
“Right there, please, right there.” I lose her eyes as hers shutter closed. That’s fine with me. I’ve got my eyes on the prize, it being Sutton coming so hard her whole body shakes. Her wetness greets my cheeks, my chin, the inside of her thighs, and when it slides down to my fingers, I’m able to use it as lube. I press deeper into her ass, and my teeth rasp over her clit as the tip slips inside. My lips wrap around her clit, my fingers not working into Sutton’s back entrance pushing inside her pussy. “Ryland, oh god. I’m there, right there.” Her voice is getting louder and louder. My mouth and hands are occupied. It’ll suck if Case wakes up, but it’ll be fucking worth it time and time again.
Sutton’s body comes apart beneath me, a trembling, shaking ball of energy exploding. Luckily, she slaps her hand over her mouth at the same time her moan carries through the entire room. I keep up my ministrations, licking and sucking her as she comes down from her orgasm. When she falls back, hands leaving my hair, sinking deep into the mattress, I sit up. My cock needs a break from being pressed beneath me.
“I’m going to taste you now, Ryland.” She sits up and moves to the edge of the bed.
“Fuck, yeah.” I move until I’m standing in front of her. My hand cups the back of her head, her hand wraps around my cock, and the minute her warm wet mouth wraps around the head of my dick, I know there’s no way I’m going to last long. Her velvet wet mouth feels too good, my need to come down her throat is too much, and all I can do is hold the fuck on while she has her wicked way with me.
SEVENTEEN
SUTTON
“Babe, will you get that?” Ryland asks. I’m in the kitchen; he’s in the laundry room. There’s something about having a tough man yet a soft partner. He helps carry the load, and I try to lighten the burden he carries on his shoulders. It’s been a learning curve. He’s been a single dad for years, and I’ve been on my own practically my whole life with mom working as much as she had to. My marriage wasn’t anything healthy like the way Ryland and I have it.
“Sure will.” I’m writing a grocery list, going over what all we’ll need from the store while we’re in town tomorrow. I’ve got a follow-up doctor appointment for my ribs, wrist, and concussion. I’m hoping we get the green light to be released for certain activities. As it is now, we have to be very careful, and Ryland is holding back. I want him to let go of his tightly held control. I want to watch him lose himself inside of me.
I drop the pen and paper, preferring to have a physical list to mark things off as we walk through the store. After tomorrow, I’m going to insist on Ryland going back to working on the ranch, and as long as the doctor allows it, I’m going to get a lot of schoolwork done. I know going back to work at the diner is going to take a few more weeks at least; the nice little attachmentto my wrist will make it hard to carry a tray, refill coffee mugs, and do more without being overly cautious. Which reminds me, I need to talk to Lucy to keep her up to date on everything. When the incident occurred, Ms. Catherine told her right away. She couldn’t give me paid time off but told me I’d always have a job when I was able to return.
I open the door, thinking it’s probably one of the family members, and come face to face with someone else entirely. “Hello, may I help you?” Maybe someone wandered up here and is lost. A slight tremble rolls through my body as I worry about the unknown.
“Hi, you must be Sutton. I’m Fletcher Wild, a family friend of the Johnsons. Is Ryland around?” His name sounds familiar, but I can’t place his face. As a waitress at Down Home Diner, you see a lot of faces come and go. If they aren’t a regular, then they’re usually just passing through.
“I am. Let me go grab him.” I turn to walk away as Ryland is walking down the hall.
“Wild, what the hell are you doing here? You’re a long way away from Peachtree, Georgia and Delilah.” Ry wraps one arm around my waist; the other goes out to shake Fletcher’s hand.
“Yeah, well, Lawson called me. Told me shit was taking too damn long, and he didn’t like it. Plus, I like to piss off Sheriff Dane, step on his toes, you know? Make sure he’s taking this incident seriously.” We step back, allowing him room to enter the house.
“Babe, you want to go grab some coffee? When Wild lands on your doorstep, it’s usually with news that need caffeine or heavy liquor, and it’s too damn early for the whisky,” Ryland says. He kisses the crown of my head, squeezes my hip gently, then lets me go.
“Sure, kitchen or living room?” I ask.
“Depends. Where are you more comfortable?” Ryland cocks an eyebrow.
“Living room.” I roll my eyes. He knows this more than anyone. After eating breakfast with Case and Ryland at the kitchen table, the last thing I want is to sit on is the hard wooden chair. Even before my injuries, I never ate sitting on a dining room chair. In my bedroom it was either eating on my bed or at my desk. The chair I found on the side of the road was practically brand new. It’s padded and comfortable, not nearly as luxurious as Ryland’s recliner that I’ve overtaken. Even Case finds himself sitting with me whenever I’m resting.
“Figured. I think she’s claiming the recliner for herself. Case even calls it His Sutty’s,” I hear Ryland brag to Wild about our family dynamics.
I switch the coffee on, wait for it to percolate, and glance at my phone.
Ms. Catherine: Everyone good your way?
I smile. She’s usually not far away, but after spending so much time over here lately, I’m sure she has enough going on.
Me: We are. Wild is here. He mentioned something about the case. I think he’s also going to piss off or piss on the sheriff.
Catherine Johnson is going to get after me for talking unladylike for sure. I’ll either be pinched or given a stern talking-to.