He’s virile, ready, and hard as stone, the tip of him glistening when I pull the elastic of his boxer briefs away from his body.
Whimpering with need when I stroke my finger over his wetness, Ryan buries his face between my breasts.
Not wanting to lose contact with him, I stand, keeping my feet against his thighs. How I’m cognizant enough to keep my head lowered so I don’t get smacked in the head with the fan is beyond me, but I manage. I shove my sleep shorts down along with my panties, but before I can lower myself, Ryan takes advantage and nips at my naked hip. I didn’t stand above him to end up like this, but I also don’t shy away when he swipes his tongue up the center of me.
“Oh, God,” I moan when his tongue explores, splitting me open and attacking the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
He’s ravenous, his talented mouth quickly bringing me to the brink of an orgasm that’s sure to leave me spent and useless.
“Ryan,” I hiss when my knees grow weak.
He must sense my instability because he wraps his arms around my thighs. His mouth never stops working me over, and I have to clutch his shoulders, rounding my back and leaning over him to keep from falling.
A long-suffered moan rumbles from his chest when I start to convulse against his mouth, and it echoes in my core like a delicious treat that feeds my orgasm, strengthening it until it threatens my vision.
“So perfect,” he praises as he guides me back down to straddle his lap.
He doesn’t line himself up like I’d hoped, and when I finally regain some of my composure, he’s looking at me with so many emotions on his handsome face that it’s impossible to sort them out.
“Thank you,” I tell him with a soft smile.
“The pleasure was all mine.” His fingers brush my cheek, and I can’t help but lean into the touch.
He’s huge and covered in tattoos. He’s scary to anyone who doesn’t know him, a force to be reckoned with, yet his touches are feather-light and amazing.
I press my lips to his, tasting myself on his mouth as I shove the elastic of his boxers down his hips. Without pulling our mouths apart, he lifts his hips so the fabric can fall free of his legs. He moans when I wrap my fingers around him, but his tongue commands my mouth the exact same way he controlled my body while I was standing.
All it takes is a simple shift of my hips to position him at my entrance, and as much as I want to sink down on him and take him inside of me to the hilt, I need one last assurance from him, so I pull my mouth from his and look down into his half-lidded eyes.
He doesn’t give permission with words. He simply grips my hips and urges me down on him. We don’t break eye contact as my body takes his cock inside of me. My mouth forms an O from the sheer pleasure of feeling him stretch me, and as his eyes flutter closed, I know he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
“Mia,” he hisses when I settle on his thighs with him fully inside of me.
I’m so wet from the arousal I’ve felt since I climbed out the cab hours ago and my recent orgasm that the glide is smooth and perfect. In fact, I’ve never felt such perfection, such unadulterated pleasure before in my life.
“You have to move, baby. God, you feel so fucking good.”
When he leans forward to take my mouth, I do exactly what we both need. I use my legs and lift my weight before letting myself fall right back down. I do it over and over and over, building a frenzy between us that’s going to leave us both unable to move, breathe, or speak.
With his mouth still on mine, Ryan grips my ass and helps when my legs begin to tremble.
“God, baby, you’re getting tighter,” he groans into my mouth. “So, fucking tight.”
He nips at my lower lip before arching so he can take my nipple in his mouth, and it’s over. My body detonates, the orgasm starting in my core and radiating to every other inch of my body. My rhythm stutters, and I feel every muscle in his body tense as he takes over, holding all of my weight and maintaining the rhythm until my release wanes.
“Hold on,” he tells me, and I manage just enough before he flips us over.
He settles back between my legs, lowering his entire body until he blankets me. I expect him to pound into me, to chase after his own orgasm since it’s his turn, but his hips roll slowly with expert precision. His thrusts are measured and hit me exactly where I need him, and before long, another orgasm threatens.
“Ryan,” I pant, unsure if my body can handle another release.
“Come for me,” he whispers against my mouth. “I want to wring every ounce of pleasure from your amazing body.”
“Ryan,” is all I can manage when he repositions, and his cock strikes that perfect spot inside of me. The relentless stimulation forces me over the edge, but this time when I contract around him, he swells impossibly bigger inside of me, and his own rhythmic convulsions mirror my own.
My heart pounds, and my breathing mimics a winded runner after a marathon, and my body feels used in the best ways possible.
Chapter 33
Scooter
I have died and gone to heaven. If it weren’t for the scrape of Mia’s fingernails down my back as her arms fall helplessly to the mattress, I’d think I was dreaming. Sheer perfection doesn’t even begin to describe what just happened.
I let her take control, and she did it magnificently. Just the brush of her clothed body against my hard dick was nearly enough to bring me over the edge. It had been so long, so many nights of feeling her against me when there was nothing I could do about it. The days spent in silence, the ones where she wouldn’t make a peep unless it was to cry or whimper when she was scared, were different. My head didn’t conjure up anything sexual, but eventually, she began to talk and let me in. Her soft voice and those infrequent smiles were hell on my body, but I endured, and her gift just now was more than I could’ve ever hoped for. The bliss was never-ending and utterly splendid.
But the during, the thrill of being inside of her isn’t what concerns me. She enjoyed herself, coming three times before we were done, but the after has always been my fear. The regret she legitimately didn’t think she would feel.
I remain silent, letting her work through her own thoughts as I lie down beside her and pull her to my chest. If she wants to distance herself from me, she’s going to have to work for it.
It doesn’t take long before my worst fears come to fruition. Quietly, Mia pulls away from me before climbing off the bed. The click of the bathroom door is like a bomb going off in the middle of a cave. It rattles around in my head as it echoes around the room.
My heart doesn’t have the chance to settle down. It ramps up again. Only this time, it isn’t racing as a side effect of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life. It’s pounding against my ribcage in fear. That trepidation makes me bolt off the bed and rush to the bathroom door, but before I can lift my hand to knock, the door swings open.
Mia looks up at me sheepishly.
“Mia, I—”
“You came inside of me,” she whispers, her cheeks a bright pink.
“I did,” I confirm, gallons if I go by the number of times my cock jerked inside of her.
“It’s messy.” A shy smile plays across her pretty face, and I realize I read the entire situation wrong.