Page 82 of How to Lose at Love

Drool pools in my mouth, and I swallow.

Hands shaking, cock hardening, I move toward her and, with a sweep of my arm, send the pile of game cards sailing before I grasp Ryann’s hips and position her in the center of the bed.

She watches with heavy-lidded green eyes, mouth in an O of surprise.

Those freckles.

They’re not just on her nose; they’re on her arms and legs, too.

Her inner thigh has a birthmark.

I part her knees, bending to kiss the tiny brown dot. Inhale the smell of her soap or shaving cream or whatever this vanilla stuff is she’s got on.

My hands look huge skimming the sensitive skin of her pale inner thigh, splaying out when Ryann spreads her legs.

Goddamn if I’m not still shaking as I press my nose up the middle of her pussy, listening for the sound of her gasp.

She wants me to kiss it, and kiss it, I will.

I pull down the underwear so I can read the words myself. See the arrow pointing down, down…

Because, like a good boy, I always follow directions.

I can barely wait to get my mouth on her.

I’m practically—

My door flies open.

“Bro, did you know Drake brought—”

Drew stands there like a limp dick, staring at the scene on my bed, staring at Ryann and me as if he’s never seen two people going at it. I know for a fact he watches porn, so I don’t get what he’s fucking gaping at.

I never even have the chance to yellShut the fucking doorbefore he’s stuttering.

“Oh, shit.” Drew backs out of the room, hands in the air like he’s surrendering. “Shit, dude, I’m…” He covers his eyes with a hand. “Fuck.”

The door slams behind him, and Ryann and I are frozen, my fingers still poised to pull back her panties and go to town like she wants me to.

Now?

The moment is ruined.

Flipping little brothers.They’re the worst.

Mood gone, I begin to move away from her, worried she’s changed her mind now that Drew came in with his cold bucket of boner killer and dumped it on top of us.

“Wait.”

Ryann is propped up on her elbows, watching me, those full tits moving up and down as she breathes hard.

I glance up, hair falling in my eyes.

eighteen

ryann

“A wet dream is better than no dream.”