Mistletoe Mischief (Falling in Mistletoe #2)

Chapter Twenty-four

R yler froze, realizing a second too late what she had said. How could she have been so stupid, so lax? Pike latched on to her face with curious eyes, watching her with a small smile from between her legs.

“What dream was that?” he murmured, his hot breath rushing over her sensitive flesh, and she shuddered.

“Nothing, it was just an idle thought,” she said.

“Are you sure?” he teased. “I’m beginning to think those weren’t ice cream noises earlier.”

“No, those were definitely ice cream noises,” she said.

“Really?” he drawled, crawling up her body, only to flop onto his side. Pike leaned his head onto his hand, his other palm caressing down her body and covering her pussy. “Because the sounds you were just making were awfully similar, only more intense.”

Ryler blushed. “Or maybe I just realized that certain aspects of sex could be better than ice cream.”

“You can keep lying if you want to,” he said, his fingers dipping in between her lips and grazing her sensitive clit. Ryler moaned as heat shot from between her legs to the rest of her body, warming her up. “But now I know exactly what to do to get the truth out of you.”

Pike dipped down, his mouth covering hers, and she tasted Pike and the sweet musk of her arousal as he deepened the kiss, his finger continuing its torturous strokes over her swollen clit.

“Pike,” she gasped against his mouth.

“Yeah, baby?” His mouth trailed along her skin until it reached her breast, his finger still doing deliciously evil things to her body. “Do you have something to say? ”

“I just was hoping— Oh! I want— We could move on— Holy f—” She whimpered as he pressed harder, making tight circles against her. “To the new. I mean the next—”

“Spit it out, baby. Tell me what you want.”

His mouth covered her breast, sucking the nipple sharply into his mouth, and she arched her back, lifting her hips, which only made the pressure on her clit intensify.

“I don’t know whether I want you to stop or keep going,” she cried, threading her fingers into his hair and tugging the strands. “I can’t make up my mind.”

Instead of doing either, he switched to the other breast, rolling the hard nipple between his lips before grazing it with his teeth. He released it with a hard pop, increasing the speed of his circles on her clit until her legs shook.

“Tell me about your dream, and I’ll make an informed decision on whether to stop or make you finish,” he said.

“I-I was— Oh god,” she moaned.

“Did you dream about me doing this to you?” he asked, leaving her clit to slip his fingers inside her, adding a second one when he pulled out and pushed back in again.

Ryler shook her head frantically. “No.”

“Hmmm, not that? Let’s see, what else could it be about?” Pike slid down her body, kissing his way from her belly button down. “Did you imagine me doing this to you?” He ducked between her legs and swept his tongue along her seam from the bottom all the way back up to her hooded clit.

Ryler cried out loudly, covering her mouth with her hands in an attempt to quiet herself. What if someone passing by heard her?

“Is that what you dreamed about, Ryler?” he asked firmly, taking her labia into his mouth and tonguing her, and she gave in.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” he said. He kissed her between her legs once more and then slid off the bed, reaching for his pants.

“Where are you going?” she asked, bereft without him.

“Just grabbing a condom, baby,” he said. “Don’t you worry, I’m not done with you yet.”

Ryler’s pussy still tingled, and she reached between her legs with her hand, fingering her clit to ease the tension. She watched him search his wallet, and when he looked up with a condom in hand and saw what she was doing, he froze.

“Fuck me, that’s a beautiful sight.” Without further comment, Pike ripped opened the condom with his mouth and glided it over his straining cock. “I could fucking watch you do that all damn day.”

“Really,” she said recklessly. “Because what I really want is your fucking cock inside me.”

Ryler had never been so vocal in the bedroom. Most of her experiences had been men asking if she was okay, tentatively touching her, and never taking charge. Pike wasn’t afraid to be in control, relished in leading her into pleasure, and she loved it.

Pike crawled over her, spreading her legs wide, almost too wide as her hips protested his hands on her thighs pushing them farther. With his cock firmly in his hand, Pike dragged the tip over her, teasing her, smacking her clit with the head playfully. Ryler’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she spread her arms out, grabbing the bedspread in her fists.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Everything.”

“Then come here and fucking get it,” he said, flipping onto his back. “Climb on top and ride me.”

Ryler scrambled to her knees and threw a leg over him, hugging his sides with her knees as she sank down, the tip of him stretching her. Pike was thick and rigid, stretching her body to accommodate him in the best way possible, and as his length slipped inside inch by inch, she placed her hands on his chest to drag it out, to torture him the way he had her.

“No, baby, that’s not what we’re going to do now,” he said, gripping her hips in his hand and thrusting upward, slamming her down on his cock. She cried out with joy, and he lifted her up and over and over in rapid succession, giving her no chance to slow down. She’d thought by letting her be on top, he was giving her some kind of control back, but in reality, he wanted to be the boss, and fuck, she loved it. It felt so fucking good.

“Fuck, I love watching your tits,” he said, bouncing her faster. He rolled his hips up and across her G-spot, the motion more intense than any she’d ever experienced. Ryler had no idea how he knew exactly what and where her G-spot was because no one else had ever found it before, but it was almost like he was going above and beyond so she’d never forget tonight. He took her like he was claiming her, like he was showing her exactly why she wanted this, wanted him. Why sex with Pike was better than any fucking ice cream ever had been in her entire life.

When she came for a second time, she fucking dragged her nails over his chest, her hips pumping, crying out with abandon. Pike gave no quarter as he kept moving, the rapid rolling strokes continuing until his own motions became erratic. Yelling her name, he pushed into her as far as he could go, one, two, three times, and she loved it. Loved everything about it.

Ryler fell forward against his chest, her cheek resting there. His chest hair tickled her nose as she listened to his heart pounding against her ear. How did any woman experience this with Pike and walk away? Did he get lazy with them as the relationship went on? Maybe he stopped trying so hard. The thoughts racing through her head were far too serious for if they were going to keep it casual. She was going to be gone soon, and that would be the end of this. They would have several glorious weeks, and she would say goodbye.

Ryler wasn’t going to think about that now. This was just the beginning of something great.

She trailed her finger along his chest, running the tip of it over his nipple as she breathed, “Are we good?”

“Good?” he asked.

“Are we one and done?”

Pike’s fingers twisted in her hair as he pulled her head up to look at her. “Do you want to be one and done?”

“I was just asking,” she said breathlessly.

“Ryler, once is not gonna be enough for me,” he said. “But if you really don’t want this, then—”

“No, I was just joking. I was just playing.”

Suddenly she found herself on her back with Pike looming over her, his expression thunderous.

“You can joke about a lot of things, Ryler, but until you get on that plane and leave Mistletoe, I want this pussy as much as possible,” he said, sliding his hand between her legs. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” she said. Anticipation coursed through her body. Although they planned on this being casual between them, Pike’s possessive and assertive claim on her did things that she’d never expected. She loved it. The raw want on his face was intoxicating and addictive .

“And what about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

“Are you going to be kissing other women?” she asked.

“Would it bother you if I did?” he asked .

Yes , she thought.

But instead of being honest, she shrugged. “You said we’re casual, right? And since we are a big secret and no one is supposed to know about us, it would look weird if you suddenly stopped being interested in other women.”

“So, you’re saying you want me to continue to date other women?”

“We’ve got to keep up appearances, right?” she said, wondering why she was saying any of this, because the last thing she wanted was for him to date anyone else and take any time away from her. But her self-destruct button had been flipped, and now she was saying all kinds of stupid shit.

Just stop talking, Ryler , she thought.

Pike leaned closer and gave her a hard, fast kiss. “I don’t give a fuck about appearances. These lips and every other part of you are mine until we’re done.”

Ryler quivered, but in a light tone, said, “We’ll see.”

Pike kissed her again, groaning against her mouth, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

What a way to go , she thought.