Ryot: At least we’ll be chasing it together.
Myla: When is your game?
Ryot: Around six. I’m just hanging out in the locker room now.
Myla: Want a boob pic?
Ryot: Do you even have to ask?
Myla: [picture] Look what you claimed.
Ryot: Those tits, they’re mine. Fuck, they’re so beautiful.
Myla: Now your turn to send a dick pic.
Ryot: LOL! Yeah, not sure I can do that in the locker room. How about I sneak into your place later tonight, after the game?
Myla: I have a late shift, and I won’t be home until after midnight. I’m working the bar.
Ryot: Well . . . fuck. I leave for an away trip tomorrow.
Myla: Then I guess after my shift, I’m just going to have to come up to your place.
Ryot: It won’t be too late?
Myla: Never.
MYLA
“How was work?” Ryot asks me as his fingers tangle with mine while guiding me to his bedroom.
“Boring, torturous, as all I could think about was you.” That is the absolute truth because with every step I took today, I felt him between my legs. I remembered the moans erupting from his throat when I did something he liked or the feel of his teeth all over my sensitive skin.
I’ve been counting down the moments until I could see him again, feel him again, listen to his deep voice tell me how beautiful and sexy I am. And now that I’m here with him, I’m not going to let anything get in my way of taking exactly what I want.
When we reach his room, he opens the door, spins me around against the wall, and then closes the door behind us. He presses his body against mine and takes my mouth with his. Just one touch lights a spark in me, and I hop up and loop my legs around his waist, only for him to prop me against the wall, pressing his mouth to mine.
“This skirt is hot on you.” It’s short, black, and tight and now up around my waist. He glides his hand over my leg, feeling my thigh-high leggings. “And these are sexy as shit.”
“I wore them just for you,” I say as I tilt my head to the side, letting him run his tongue down my neck. When I got ready for work, I picked out my outfit specifically with him in mind. And my lingerie.
While he peppers open-mouthed kisses along my neck, I undo the buttons of my shirt and shuck it off.
He doesn’t pause as he moves his mouth to my chest and pulls on one of the bra cups, bringing my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes, Ryot,” I say as I feel his unmatched dick already hard and pressing against me. “I’ve wanted this all day. Wanted you all day.”
He pulls down the other cup of my bra and sucks in that nipple while I weave my fingers through his hair.
“You taste so good,” he mumbles against my skin.
“Then eat me,” I say, which causes his head to pull back with a smirk. And then I say, “In the shower.”
That makes his smile grow even larger as he walks me through his bedroom to his bathroom where he sets me on the floor. “Get naked, now.”
I strip down while he goes over to the shower. The beautiful, black-tiled shower with a wraparound bench, rain showerhead, and what looks to be multiple jets. After turning it on, he also goes to a towel heater and sets two towels on it before turning toward me and slipping his shorts off, revealing his beautiful dick.
My mouth waters.
“You’re not naked yet.”
“You’re distracting me with that erection.”
“Hurry up, and I’ll let you play with it.”
I strip out of the rest of my clothes. As I approach him, he holds out his hand, and I take it just before he opens the shower door for me and lets me in. The steamy water falls over my already heated body just as he moves up to me and wets my hair.
I take his length in my palm and start pumping him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmurs as he moves closer and trails kisses down my shoulder. “But that’s not what I want, and you know it.”
He moves me back to the bench and forces me to sit. He then grabs the showerhead attachment, turns it on, and kneels in front of me.
With our gazes locked, he says, “Spread your legs and hold them open.”
I do exactly what he says as he runs the scruffiness of his cheek along my inner thigh.
“You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to do what I damn well please.” He kisses my thigh as he brings the showerhead between my legs and changes the spray so it darts out. I swear that setting was made for this reason and this reason alone because when he moves it over my clit, I nearly slide off the bench. He props me up, holding me in place, and starts applying the water pressure again.
I bite my bottom lip as I hold in my moans.
He brings his cheek to my other thigh and rubs against it, kissing, teasing, making me squirm.
And when I think he’s not going to give me what I want, he lowers his mouth in front of my clit and brings the showerhead to my entrance, where it pulses inside me, giving me a new sensation as his tongue crashes down on me.
“Oh . . . shit,” I say, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “Ryot.”
“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?”
“You,” I answer. “Oh my God, you.”
He removes his mouth and replaces it with the showerhead, letting the pulsing massage my clit to the point that my body begins to tremble, my legs shake, and my stomach bottoms out.
“Close,” I squeak out.
He brings the showerhead back to my hole, lets it pulse, and then he flicks me with the tip of his tongue, edging me out, never applying sufficient pressure for me to fall over.
“Ryot. Let me come.”
“You want more, babe?”
“Yes. Jesus . . . yes.”
I feel his smile as he flattens his tongue and strokes me long and hard, quickening his pace as my legs close in on him. My body convulses until everything fades to black, and my body hits a peak of total bliss.
“Fuck . . . oh fuck, Ryot.”
Trembling.
Shivering.
Pulsing.
My body experiences every sensation as my orgasm rips through me, and he never stops. He never gives in. He keeps giving and giving until I feel tears form in my eyes.
“Please, I can’t take anymore.”
That’s when he stops and then gently kisses my pussy before working his way back up to my face, where he presses his lips to my cheeks.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” I sigh heavily. “That was just intense.”
“Good.” He stands, his cock level with my mouth. I don’t let him go but grip his hips, bringing him to my lips. He shifts my hair behind my ear, and with a gentle tone, he says, “Take me deep. I want to claim your throat.”
And I let him.
Ryot: I hated leaving you this morning. Did you get home okay?
Myla: I did. And the note you left was adorable.
Ryot: Just wanted you to know how much I like you. Remember, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about while I’m gone.
Myla: I trust you, Ryot. I’m not worried in the slightest. You don’t need to worry about that.
Ryot: Just want to remind you. In the past, I haven’t had the same trust from women, despite proving I can be trusted.