by Sara Ney
No, but I have to get her pants off before I close it.
I remove her shoes then pull the denim down her hips. Step up onto the siderail of the truck before sliding my hands under her ass and heave, moving Piper farther onto the seat. Wedge my giant body all the way in before shutting the door behind me.
Piper is breathing hard, one hand up on the back of the seat, the other on the passenger side headrest.
Watching me, eyes fixated on mine.
I smile.
Bend.
Use my hands to spread her legs apart, as wide as I can get them in the confined space. Run both of my palms down her inner thighs, skimming lightly all the way to her bikini line.
Let my thumb stroke slowly up the middle of her pussy, over the thin satin thong she has on.
She’s breathing harder now, anticipation dilating her pupils. I can see it under the lights in the parking lot.
“I’ve never…no one has ever…”
Perfect.
That means she’s mine…all mine.
I dip my wide shoulders, wedging myself between her legs, propping them open. Take one of her feet and put it on my shoulder, the other on the center console between the front seats.
Stroke up and down the middle of her with my thumb.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
“Mmm…” she moans, her white teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
I use the thumb of my other hand to hook the fabric of her thong, pulling it to the side. Spread the lips of her pussy and—
“Oh God, Ryder…” comes her surprised gasp. “Shit, what are you doing?”
I lick slowly to get her warmed up, tongue barely touching her clit. Flatten it, licking her again, moving my head from side to side, burying it deep.
Licking. Sucking.
Wet. Hot.
Insert one finger, then another, until Piper’s sweet little ass is wriggling on the seat. Her delicious ass.
I bear down, sucking hard on her clit, thumb moving in circles at the top of her pussy, the smell of her driving me fucking crazy.
“I…I…”
She’s gonna come, I can feel it against my mouth. The tiny vibrations slowly gathering and building in her pelvis until it begins to quiver. Her thighs shake a little, and she shoves at my shoulders, pushing herself back—but I don’t let her get away.
I’m going to suck the life out of her orgasm if it’s the last goddamn thing I do.
“Ryder, Ryder, oh my god…” Her moany little sex noises are loud and lustful, filling the cab of my truck when she comes, head tipped back and mouth open.
I kiss her—not her pussy, her mouth—so she can taste herself.
Piper kisses me back, dragging her tongue along my bottom lip and sucking. Pecks me on the chin before I pull away, satisfied and wiping my mouth.
“I’ve never done that before,” she admits, still lying there, half undressed.
“Done what?”
“Had a guy…”
“Go down on you?”
“Yeah.”
She’s embarrassed, but for me, it’s a total turn-on.
I run my hands up her legs again, massaging her calves, glancing around for her underwear.
They’ve gotta be here somewhere…
Chapter Five
Piper
I don’t have to wonder long if he’s ever going to call or text me again, don’t have to wonder long if Ryder Williams is the nail-’em-and-bail-’em type of guy.
Because before I’m even walking in the door of my house, my phone chimes. It’s him.
Ryder: I can still smell you.
* * *
Me: My perfume?
* * *
Ryder: No. YOU.
Me? I don’t get it, cocking my head to the side as I try to figure out what he’s talking about. If it’s not my perfume he can still smell, what else could he mean?
Ryder: You on my lips.
Me on his lips. Me on his…
Oh my god. He means my—
My face must be bright red, because when I walk into the kitchen and Mallory catches a glimpse of me, her eyebrow shoots up.
“What’s that look for?”
“Nothing?” I’m such a bad liar.
“Nothing my ass. What’s going on? You look…”
She looks me up and down slowly, from the tips of the boots I start taking off, up the legs of my torn denim, over the gray sweater, up my neck—
“Did you get laid?”
“What? No! God, what makes you say that!” My voice has never been so high-pitched, and it sounds louder in the tiny kitchen.
“Don’t you dare lie to me Piper!” She comes up out of her chair, finger pointed in my direction accusingly, right at my jawline. “Exhibit A: you have beard burn from someone’s five o’clock shadow right there! Right. There. Who was it!”
“I didn’t have sex with him!”
“Aha! But you screwed around! Who was it? You have to tell me—I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to get laid.”
“I did not have sex with him!”
“Did you do butt stuff?”
“What? No! No. We just…” I can’t say it. I can’t.
“Did he…” Her voice trails off too, and she points to her crotch. “Visit your downtown bonanza?”
My god, why is she like this.
“Yes?”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me! You let a guy eat you out! WHO WAS IT? You’ve been holding out on me. I cannot believe this.”
While she’s ranting, my phone chimes again.
“Is that him? Lover boy? By the way, any dude that goes down on you on a first date is a keeper. He’s a giver and a keeper and—” she pauses. “Did you reciprocate? Did you blow him?”
“No.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “Shit, should I have? He didn’t say anything!”
Oh my god, I am such an asshole! He’s going to think I’m so selfish. I didn’t even touch his dick, let alone offer to suck on it!
I’m such a jerk.
Ping.
“What’s he saying?” Mallory shouts, almost tripping over herself to get to my side, on her tiptoes, trying to see the screen of my cell phone.
I hold it out of her reach. “Get away!”
“First tell me who it was!”
I sigh. “Ryder Williams.”
“Shut the fuck up! Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” She looks at me again, serious this time. “Are you for real? Ryder Williams went down on you? What? When did this happen? Don’t fuck with me, Piper. I’m in no condition to be messed with like this.” She plops down in the nearest chair. “Tell me everything.”
Ping.
“I will, but first can I…” Go see what he’s texting me?
“Oh my god, go! Sext that boy something good!”
“Er…okay.”
Ryder: Piper, you there?
* * *
Ryder: I didn’t scare you off, did I?
* * *
Me: No, I’m here. Sorry, I was just walking through the door and my roommate accosted me in the kitchen.
* * *
Ryder: I had fun tonight.
* * *
Me: I did, too.
* * *
Ryder: Can I be blunt for one second?
Oh great—here it comes. Piper, you’re a great girl, but I just want to be friends…
Me: Sure.
* * *
Ryder: I’m not interested in hookups. I’m looking for a relationship.
* * *
Me: Okay…
* * *
Me: So am I.
* * *
Ryder: Good. I just didn’t want you to think all I wanted from you was sex, because that’s not all I’m interested in. I’ve been wanting to go out with you for fucking ever.
* * *
Me: Are you trying to say you want to date me?
* * *
Ryder: Yes.
Oh.
I think it just exploded into a million happy pieces.
I sigh, just like they do in the movies, and I smile, staring down at my phone.
Then,
Me: Oh!!! I just remembered something! How are we going to get our paintings?
* * *
Ryder: Oh shit, I forgot I told her we’d be back for those.
* * *
Ryder: Should we go back for them?
* * *
Me: Uh, right now?
* * *
Ryder: Are you doing anything right now? Because I’m not, and honestly, I want to kiss you again.
* * *
Me: I could…meet you there. Again.
* * *
Ryder: I’m still in my truck, I can just turn back around.
* * *
Me: I just took my boots off but I’ll shove them right back on.
* * *
Ryder: Meet me there in ten?
* * *
Me: I’ll meet you there in ten.
And right after we grab those paintings, when we’re in the parking lot again, I’m going to give him a blow job—my first—in the back seat of his truck.
About the Author
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
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