In a Rush

Chapter 21

chapter twenty-one

Ryan

Today’s Learning Objective:

Students will be able to make moves.

We caught the last half of a Red Sox game at Fenway Park and scream-sang “Sweet Caroline” and “Dirty Water” from the cheap seats. Emme yelled at the pitchers and drank my beer even though she swore she didn’t want one. She ran a fingertip over the ink on my forearm and promised she’d figure out what it all meant eventually. I kissed my way across her shoulder in response. When she snapped a selfie, the bright lights of the ballpark shining down on us while the crowd cheered, I stole it to post on my social platforms.

We flooded the streets along with the rest of Boston after the game, and every time I looked at her I knew I’d never before felt this alive. I couldn’t keep my hands away from those silky ribbons at her shoulders. All I could think of was untying them and watching the dress hit the floor.

I’d changed out of my suit but Emme stuck with the flowery dress that looked like it was made entirely of summer daisies. I liked that she wore it out. I liked that she was mine to show off tonight. I wanted the whole city to see her—and to know that she belonged to me.

We posed for hundreds of photos with people who yelled things like “It’s Ryan fuckin’ Ralston!” and “We named our dog after you!” and “Jesus Christ, my father’s never gonna believe this.” We didn’t turn anyone down when they approached. It was like we knew we needed to crowdsource our wedding album.

We wandered through the bars near Lansdowne and Boston University like it didn’t matter who knew us, drinking and dancing and singing along with every song until they turned off the lights.

We ended up in the back of a car around two in the morning. We stared at each other with drowsy eyes and warm smiles lit by the golden glow of streetlights, and I knew I’d be all right if this was how our wedding night ended. Even if I wanted more—so much more—I had everything I needed.

Then the driver turned under an overpass and for a singular moment, everything went dark.

I didn’t know who made the first move. I didn’t care. We found each other in the darkness and we moved together like we’d been doing this forever. Like we were made for this. She was beside me, then in my lap, then straddling me, her knees pressing into my hips and her skirt floating around us like a fog. My hands were under Emme’s dress and her lips were everywhere and there was nothing else in my head—not a single fucking thing—other than getting her home.

The ride back to my building was short, and when we arrived, we dashed through the lobby like a clock was ticking down the seconds until the spell lifted and everything went back to the way it’d always been between us.

We didn’t say a word—or come up for air—once we were in the elevator. I kissed her as I untied the ribbons at her shoulders, and though the dress didn’t fall off, it gave me entirely new regions of skin to taste. I boosted her up against the wall, rocked hard into the heat between her thighs, and scraped my teeth over her bottom lip. She purred into my mouth and my brain shorted out. It was enough to make me worried about this ending all too soon.

I didn’t put her down when we reached my floor and she made no attempt to unwind her legs from around my waist which was everything I needed to know.

The condo was dark though it still smelled of green and flowers. As if I needed the reminder that I’d married this girl tonight. As if there was any chance I’d ever forget.

Emme pulled my shirt up and off one arm as I carried her to the bedroom, our lips still locked and her tiny sounds still driving me wild. I had one hand down the back of her underwear and the other frantically searching for a zipper, and though I wanted her naked for this, I could still get the job done with her skirt shoved up around her waist.

At least for the first time.

I set her on the bed and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off before whipping my belt from the loops. It landed with a clank on the other side of the room as I reached for my button-fly but Emme was already there, her tongue snared between her teeth as she pulled my jeans open.

Before I could say a word, before I could even breathe, she shoved my clothes down, wrapped a hand around my shaft, and took me into the unbelievable heaven of her mouth. My heart stopped for a whole minute, but when it started up again, every muscle in my body pulled painfully tight. Without thinking, I surged all the way to the back of her throat and earned myself a sudden slap on the ass as she gagged.

Pulling back, I dug my fingers through her silky hair and cupped a hand under her jaw. I felt the tense and pull of her muscles as she worked me all the way down to the root and back up to the head like she’d crawled inside my mind and opened up the file on the fastest way to tear me apart.

I let my hand run down her neck and chest, and slipped my fingers under the top of her dress. I traced the luscious round of her breast until I found a perfectly pebbled nipple waiting for me and I knew I wouldn’t know peace until I’d felt it against my tongue.

“Off,” I barked, tugging at the front of her dress.

She looked up at me then, her eyes bright and her mouth stretched wide to take my cock, and I realized I was about thirty seconds from coming all over her face. Call me old-fashioned but that was not how I wanted to start off my wedding night.

I tried to take a step away, tried to regain some control, but she returned a hand to my backside and dug her nails in hard enough to leave her mark there. I dropped my head and bellowed at the ceiling as her tongue wrapped around my head with the kind of pressure that nearly knocked me over.

“Not like this,” I said, gathering her hair in my hand. I tugged her back but that only made her suck harder. After a moment of complete torture, she pulled off with a pop that reverberated between us. “Get that dress off.”

She leaned back, her palms flat on the bed and her lips shiny and swollen. She watched while I kicked off my jeans and boxers and stepped between her legs, her gaze raking over me with the kind of intensity that made goose bumps ripple over the back of my neck. She stared at my cock, her gaze of open, unfiltered appraisal enough to make me ache from the inside out.

“Are you going to make me beg for you?” I asked as I tipped her head back and traced my thumb over those plump lips. “I will. I’ll get on my knees. I’ll worship you.”

She gave the floor a meaningful glance and I didn’t waste a second dropping down in front of her. I reached under her dress and skimmed those little, skintight shorts down her legs.

“My turn,” I said, shouldering my way between her thighs.

Emme pulled her skirt up to her waist in slow, agonizing inches, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. When I finally dropped my gaze between her legs, I knew I’d found the center of my universe. I didn’t even need to touch her, taste her. I just knew—as if it was inevitable. My whole life was a series of moments leading up to this one.

Leading up to Emme.

I ran my thumbs down the center of her, parting her just enough to swipe my tongue over her clit. She shuddered out a breathy moan that made me feel like a fucking god and I went back for more.

Her fingers soon twisted in my hair and her hips arched toward my mouth and her arousal ran down to my wrist. Her arms gave out and she flopped back against the bed, and I realized I wanted that —I want to exhaust her entire body—for the rest of my fucking life.

She didn’t say anything besides the occasional murmurs of yes and there and oh my god , and I knew I could come just from listening to her. Within minutes, her body tightened and she bucked against my mouth, and I went on licking and petting her until the gasps subsided and her grip on my hair loosened.

“I’ll come back here again tonight,” I said. “But now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

She pushed up on one hand and pointed to her side with the other. “Help me with the zipper.”

Thrilled with the wobble I’d put into her voice, I drew the zipper down to her waist. The dress fell away and I pulled it over her head, leaving her breasts spilling out of a strapless bra. “This too?” I asked, climbing on the bed to kneel behind her.

She nodded, bowing her head as I swept her hair over one shoulder before going to work on the hooks. My shaft bobbed between us, hard like never before, and it was a wonder I could even think through the pounding, desperate need inside me. I wanted to devour this woman. Lick and bite and fuck and mark. I wanted it all, and after all this time, all these years of wanting, she was finally mine.

I slipped an arm across her breasts when I tossed the bra aside, holding her tight against me and stealing a moment to kiss my way down the line of her shoulder. I palmed her breast, my thumb circling her nipple as my other hand slipped between her legs.

“Let me have you now, wife,” I said, my lips on her neck. “Let me give you what you need.”

Emme nodded and some automatic, hyper-focused part of my brain took charge. I didn’t think about shifting her to the center of the bed or grabbing a condom from the bedside table. It just happened. One move after the other until everything fell into place. It was like this during games too, the ones where everything clicked. All I had to do was react.

When I climbed over her, my cock hot on her soft belly and my fingers working between her legs, all that focus slowed way down. I saw every exhale, every curve of her lips, every dart of her eyes—and though I knew the answer, I needed to hear it one more time. “Yes?”

Her lips tipped up at the corners as her gaze dropped between our bodies, to where my cock was troublingly close to embarrassing me, and back up. “Fuck yes.”

I shifted, letting my shaft slide through her wet seam. The head nudged her clit and she rocked against me, just like she had on the plane, and I made a noise that wasn’t entirely human. She ran her hand up my spine and settled it on the back of my neck, and she urged me closer until our lips met.

Quietly, barely a gasp, she said, “I want my husband to fuck me.”

It didn’t really matter what I had inked on my skin. Not when I could hear those words on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.

I ran a hand down her thigh to the back of her knee and held her open as I watched her pussy take my cock. I would’ve stared at that perfect pink flesh and the way it stretched around me all night if she hadn’t brought me back to her mouth.

I kissed her as she whispered, “It’s too much,” and I asked, “Am I hurting you?”

A single shake of her head. “No. You’re just…a lot.”

“Breathe for me, baby. Just a little more.”

She did breathe though that meant I had to slap a hand to the headboard to hold myself steady while she shifted her hips to take me deeper. The wood creaked and I growled into her neck as the heat and pressure tested all of my strength.

I kissed her again and grabbed the hand she’d bunched in the sheets and brought it back to my neck. “Don’t let me go,” I said.

“I won’t,” she said, “if you don’t.”

It was the easiest thing in the world to say, “Never.”

Again, I kissed her as we moved together, as I pinched her nipples and she dug her nails into my back. As she cried and shuddered and begged me to get her there. As she locked her legs around my waist and held me close while she shattered for me and all I could do was slam into her like I wanted to leave a mark. As I came so hard that part of the headboard cracked under my hand. As we laughed and shook and held each other.

I’d had years to imagine what this would be like. How it would feel to peel her clothes off and drink in her naked skin. To run my hands over her soft, luscious curves, to taste those places. I’d dreamed of what it would be like to have the right to touch her this way, to spread her legs and discover all her secret places. To make her writhe and gasp and claw at me. For me.

In none of those dreams did it start with her grabbing me by the cock and sucking me within an inch of my life. Never once did I think I’d spend every second kissing her like I couldn’t let go. And I never thought it would feel so absolutely right. I’d known it would be good, that I’d make it good for her. But the sex wasn’t simply good. It was right . And in those minutes that I’d been lost between her thighs, I was right too.

And if I could just hold on to this, hold on to Emme—well, I knew Emme and I knew tomorrow would be…strained. She’d retreat until she found her bearings, and if I played that game, she’d make her way back to me. Then I could figure out how to keep her.

Because I had to keep her. It was the only option. Not ending our marriage, not picking up where we’d left off as friends. I’d go on existing if I lost her but I’d never feel this way—I’d never be right —again.

When it was over and we determined the bed was broken but not so much that we needed to do anything about it now, I rolled Emme on top of me, my cock half hard and still pulsing inside her.

“This,” I said, cupping her breasts in both hands, “is perfect.”

“How are you—” She rocked her hips against me and my whole body twitched. “Still going strong?”

I wasn’t about to correct her so I held her waist as I bucked up into her. “Because it’s you, wifey.”

“Be serious,” she shot back.

I skimmed my hands up her sides and back to her breasts. I was going to spend hours getting to know these beauties. But first— “I am. I’m dead serious.”

“You can just”—she glanced down at my torso—“keep going?”

So I’d have to explain a few things to her. All right. “I’m hard because I want to fuck you. Because you’re gorgeous and sexy, and because I want to spend so much time in your cunt that you’ll expect me to pay rent.”

She circled her hips and her cheeks suddenly flushed pink. There was something about those rosy cheeks that did it to me every time. A new wave of arousal rushed through me and I thrust into her again. She dropped forward, her hands flat on my chest, and I seized that opportunity to get my tongue around her nipple.

“I can keep going,” I said into the glory of her breasts, “because I have endurance like you’ve never seen, wife. Get used to it.”