Chapter 12
Brooklyn
I ’d told myself a million times that I wasn’t making the first move on Ryan, but I think the way she looked at Cici like she’d punch her in the face to get me to herself—that probably counted as her making a move.
And, hey, she’d shown up at my door with flowers in my favorite color asking if I could help her find out what it was like with a girl. The least I could do was help out.
I held her close to me as we moved into the crowd, letting myself put a hand on her hip. She flushed, looking at me through her lashes, but she didn’t pull away, a loaded smile on her lips as she put one hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip.
“Don’t worry about dancing,” I said, tugging her a little closer. “Nobody’s watching. Just experience moving.”
“You’re on this floor with a lot of girls, aren’t you?”
“Don’t get too jealous.”
“I’m not,” she laughed, stepping in and out with me to the rhythm of the music. “Who was the best girl you’ve been with?”
I quirked a smile at her. “Why do I feel like this question is a trap?”
“It’s not. I’m going to ask what she did.”
Ah. I saw where this was going. And I liked where this was going. I guess it was no surprise—she was a journalist. Girl knew how to get information.
“She looked at me like I was the only person in the room,” I said, my voice low, and she batted her eyelashes, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes.
“Like this?”
“Threw away her inhibitions to dance with me like tomorrow didn’t exist…”
She stepped in closer, and I felt my heart beating faster at the way her hips brushed mine, moving with the music—half an inch less and she’d be grinding against my body, and I hadn’t often quite resented half an inch as much as I did now. “And then what did she do?” she said, her voice low.
“She moved her hand like this,” I said, guiding her hand up to the base of my neck. “And she looked me in the eye and told me exactly what was on her mind.”
She smiled, a thousand unspoken things in the curve of her lips, before she tilted her head a little and said, her voice tumbling out of her lips, “You’d like it if I did that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, you’re going to tease me now?”
She laughed, and I got shudders down to my core when she caressed her fingertips softly along the base of my neck, the slight drag of fingernails electric on my senses. “You love it,” she said, and I swiped my tongue over my lips.
“I do,” I said. “Until I don’t anymore. At some point a girl doesn’t want to be teased anymore and just wants…”
She bit her lip briefly, and god, if that wasn’t a sight. She had the whole sexy-lip-bite thing down to an art. “Just wants what, Brooklyn?”
“You want me to answer that?”
“Would I have asked if I didn’t?”
I put my hand on her cheek, cupping my fingers around her jaw, fingertips brushing just under her ear, and I loved seeing the chill she got. “And just wants to taste the lips of that pretty girl in the club.”
She swallowed, breath catching, and she smiled wider before she said, “That best girl you’ve been with here . How is she at kissing?”
“Don’t know yet,” I said. “Should we find out?”
She laughed, eyes gleaming, staring at me, studying me, and just when I’d expected another glib comment, she shook her head, smile spreading wider. “You are so fucking hot,” she breathed, and she leaned in, went up on her tiptoes, tilted her head up, and she kissed me.
I wanted desperately to grab her, yank her into me, crush our lips together and kiss her fiercely right now, but something somewhere in me remembered to be decent, that this was her first time with a girl and I was supposed to be gentle, make sure she liked this, wanted this. I curled my fingers into her hair, moving my lips, kissing her, feeling her, a soft and chaste thing as she scoped me out, but she caught me by surprise pushing in right away—pressed her front up against mine and slipped her hands to my back, kissing hot along my lower lip, and I heard a low, satisfied moan slip out of my lips.
I mean, if she didn’t want to go slow, I sure as hell didn’t.
I slipped one hand to her hip, tugging her tighter against me as I deepened the kiss, long and hot and slow against her lips until we picked up the pace, kissing faster, frantically, trying to get as much as we could, and I couldn’t help myself from parting my lips and taking her lower lip between mine, tongue swiping along her lip, and she let out the hungriest fuck-me moan against my mouth that sent heat throbbing straight to my core. If it weren’t her first time with a girl, I’d have just taken her to the bathroom, after that fucking sound. Wouldn’t have been Cici’s first time covering for me.
With some great effort, I pulled back, even though it just got worse when I saw that fucking look in her eyes, like she wouldn’t say no if I stripped her naked here and now. Jesus Christ. Was I going to survive tonight? I hoped not. “Good,” I said.
“Hm?”
“To answer your question. She’s damn good at kissing, turns out.”
She laughed. “I think you’re just being nice. I’m not exactly practiced.”
“Just a natural, then. Or maybe you were just spending your time kissing the wrong people before.”
Her eyes gleamed, something passing over her expression, before she put a hand on my chin and swiped her thumb over my lip, gaze flicking down to my mouth and back up again. “Fixed that now, though,” she said, and she threw herself on me in a wild kiss again, lips crashing against mine, and I groaned, growled hungrily into her as she pressed her hips against mine again, lips parting to give me access, and I thought I’d lose my mind at the touch of her tongue against mine.
“Ryan—” I said, pulling back, but she chased me down for another kiss, and I let myself have it for a minute before I pulled back more desperately this time. “ Ryan. ”
She paused, that hazy look in her eyes shrinking back a little. “Too much?”
I dropped my voice. “Only in that I’m going to start getting very indecent in public if we keep doing this here.”
She bit her lip, hard. “Oh, god. Wow.”
“What? You’re surprised? Did you not think I would be turned on?”
“Honestly? I’d hoped, but…” She dragged her eyes down my body, lingering on my waist.
She really had no idea she was hot as hell. Guess I had no choice but to show her. “Let’s ditch this place,” I said, my hand tracing her collarbone, and she arched her back into me with a soft noise.
“Let’s… yeah.”
I was a little too aware of the similarities—I’d kissed Shane in this club too, and just like with him, I led Ryan out to the car, getting her in the passenger seat in between laughing and sloppy kisses, and just like with Shane, I had to pull it together and focus on the road long enough to drive. And Shane wasn’t what I wanted to be thinking about right now—there was a weird guilty feeling with the keen awareness that I’d been the one to get Shane and Ryan broken up, even if it had obviously needed to happen long before I entered the picture, and I was clearly on a quest to get into bed with one of them.
But as much as I was aware of the similarities, I was more aware of the differences. Namely, that Shane was just a fun person to spend a night with, while Ryan was a woman dominating my thoughts and who I wanted to show everything about what it was like with a girl.
And just the fact that I took her back to my place instead of going to her hotel room already made it different. I didn’t typically take someone back to my place for the night, and when I did, it was typically just if they were sharing a room with a friend or family member. I wasn’t going to read into why it was different with Ryan.
I’d barely parked the car in front of my house before Ryan met my eyes across the center console and slipped a hand onto my knee, and I couldn’t help sneaking in another kiss, leaning across to the passenger seat and finding her lips with mine. She met me with a fiery heat, murmuring hungrily against my lips, slipping her lips between mine, and I felt like I’d break when she slipped her hand up from my knee and teased the inside of my thigh.
“Jesus, Ryan,” I said, not parting far from her lips to speak. “Do you want us to get inside first?”
“Inside’s so far, though,” she murmured, teasing her fingers up higher, brushing along the top of my thigh. “God, you’re so… firm. That’s so sexy.”
“Ryan. If you keep going much further, we’re not going to make it out of the car.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” she laughed, kissing me again, fanning her fingers up higher, ghosting over the top of my thigh, so close to where I really wanted her right now that it took every ounce of my willpower not to grab her hand and move it where I wanted it, grind on her.
“I am not saying I don’t want to have sex with you in the car, just maybe not for the first time.”
She bit her lip, smiling brilliantly through it. “So you want me to take my hand away from here?”
“ Want you to is a strong word.”
She smiled wider, and I saw stars a little when, slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand flat against the front of my pants, dragging upwards. “You’re so hot, Brooklyn…”
“Jesus Christ. You can’t blame me for this,” I said, slipping my hand under her dress, teasing up her thigh, and she let out a quiet gasp, pressing her head back against the seat, moving her hips, seeking me. God, I could feel how much she was blazing heat even before I touched her. So turned on and so unashamed of it… Ryan was going to make me lose my mind.
“Oh, god, Brooklyn.”
“You see what I mean, that it’s hard to think straight.”
“I haven’t been able to think straight since the moment I saw you without a shirt on.”
I crept my fingers up to the edges of her underwear, wondering how far I actually dared to go here in a car. “You’re so pretty when you’re feeling good, Ryan.”
She bit down hard on a moan. “You can see more of it if you just move… a little further…”
I guess that was how far I dared to go in a car. I placed two fingers at the base of her underwear, and I brushed them slowly, softly, up along the length of where this woman was soaked for me. Fuck me. She gasped, rocking her hips against me, eyes cracking and looking at me with the most delirious eyes hazed over with lust, and when I pulled my hand away, just looking to tease her, she grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me back up against her.
“Oh, god, Brooklyn,” she gasped.
“Ryan—” I started, my voice urgent, and I cracked when she moved her hand against me, too, a jolt of pleasure coursing through me and cutting off my thoughts. “Ryan, I need you to tell me right now if you actually want me to get you off in this car, because so help me god, I will.”
“I’m planning on getting inside. Just… I just need… just a little bit,” she groaned, moving her hips against my hand. Just a little bit. Yeah, we’d see about that. Ryan was so cool, polished, elegant, I never would have thought it would end up like this, fucking in the front of the car because she couldn’t bear to get out and walk the ten steps to the front door, but I was not sad about it. I slipped my hand higher, up to the band of her underwear, and I pushed down inside, my fingers finding soft skin slick with her wetness.
“Oh my fucking god.” Ryan clasped her hand over mine, through the soft fabric of her dress, and she gave me a breathless, wide-eyed nod, holding my hand against her as she moved her hips, rocking against me.
“You’re so sexy like this, it’s breaking my brain,” I said, moving my fingers against her clit. “God, it’s hot when you want to feel good.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m in the car with a fucking sex icon looking at me like she wants to have me for breakfast, lunch and dinner, of course I want to feel good with you right now. Jesus Christ, Brooklyn.”
This woman was very good for my self-esteem. I laughed, and I kissed her, capturing her in a deep, heavy kiss, sucking on her lower lip, swirling my tongue with hers, as I picked up the rhythm, working my fingers on her clit. She fumbled awkwardly in the cramped space to keep her hand up against me, just holding it there, clearly too melted just by the way I was playing with her clit for her to focus on it. I kept going until she was twitching and whimpering desperate pleas against my lips before I pulled away suddenly, one more swift, chaste kiss on the lips before I put her underwear back in place and sank back into my seat, and she gave me a wild look.
“Brooklyn? What’s—what’s wrong?”
I smiled. “You said you just needed a little bit here in the car.”
“Fuck, Brooklyn, please don’t torment me.”
I laughed. “Shall we head inside?”
“You’re evil,” she said, adjusting her dress and taking a second to pull herself together as I stepped out of the car, fully aware of her wetness still lingering on my fingers.
“So,” I said, stepping around the car and up to Ryan’s side as she climbed out of the car, “shall we take the scenic way around and have a nice little nature walk on our way to the back?”
“Only if you want me to rip my clothes off in the middle of the nature walk and get on my knees to lick you until you come.”
Jesus Christ. I took a breath, opening my mouth and closing it, and Ryan folded her arms, looking at me with fire blazing in her eyes.
“I have never been this turned on in my fucking life, so are you going to take me inside and fuck me to orgasm, or should I do it myself?”
I laughed breathlessly. “Well, with an offer like that,” I said, stepping in closer under the low-hanging front awning and whispering in her ear. “I don’t know if I mentioned, but I’m off work tomorrow. So if you want to go all night and see how many ways I can make you come, you can be my guest.”
She closed her eyes with a low moan. “Is it hard to have multiple orgasms?”
“Have you not done it before?”
She shook her head. “I’m always very… get it done and clean up…”
I laughed, squeezing a hand on her ass. “Get inside and I’ll show you exactly what it’s like. I don’t think it’s going to be hard at all. I think it’s going to be very, very hard for you not to.”
I unlocked the door and ushered her inside, and I hadn’t even gotten the door shut before Ryan kissed me, her hands feeling over my waist, along the band of my pants, and she hooked a leg up around my waist, grinding on me as her lips melded with mine. I flung the door shut, fumbling behind me a few tries to get it locked while I slipped my other hand up Ryan’s dress, taking her ass in both hands and grinding her against me. She moaned loudly, hungrily, insistently, and I pulled her dress up—she only pulled away from the kiss for a second to let me slip it off her head and throw it onto the couch, lips chasing mine as soon as I did, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth as I unhooked her bra, slipping it off of her. I tugged her underwear down too, dropping them to the floor, and she fumbled on one foot at a time to get her heels off, tossing them aside, not taking her lips off mine for a second. I walked her back to the couch, shoving her down into it and kneeling on top of her, and I parted from her lips just to watch the look of absolute pleasure washing over her as I slipped my hand down between her thighs and ran up over her pussy, reveling in how wet she was for me.
“Oh, fuck me,” she groaned, rolling her head back against the back of the couch.
“Gladly. Just tell me how.” I teased my fingertips over her clit, feeling how she throbbed for me. “Tell me how you want to come for the first time tonight, Ryan.”
“Anything. God, anything at all.”
I bit my lip. “I want to fuck you with a strap-on, but maybe that’s a bit much for right away—”
She grabbed my pants and tugged them down, not even unbuttoning them first, wrenching them over my ass together with my underwear, and I lost my train of thought. “Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck me with your strap-on,” she moaned, and hearing her say that while she was taking my clothes off, spread on my couch below me, legs open wide for me to touch her dripping wet pussy—it was kind of a miracle I didn’t come just from that.
“Then you’ll have to wait one second for me to get it.” I kissed her forehead, standing up. “Try not to come until I’ve gotten back.”
“Ugh.” She threw me off my little controlling streak when she tugged my underwear down to my knees, and without even a second’s hesitation, she leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss to my clit, and I jolted, bucking my hips against her without meaning to.
“Jesus—do you want me to get the strap or not?”
“You’re so fucking perfect,” she groaned, running her fingers through my folds, staring at me like I was the best thing she’d ever seen, and—Christ, I wasn’t lasting like this. Not with her mouth still close to me, soft silky fingertips touching me, making me want to grab her by the ponytail and shove her face into my pussy.
“You are, too, and now—if you want me to get the strap-on, then you’re going to have to be careful doing that, or we’ll have a change of plans.”
“Mm.” She looked up at me as she dragged her tongue up along the length of me, and I bucked my hips against her. “I guess so,” she murmured, before taking another long, sinful lick. My knees quivered, and I steadied myself with a hand on her head, which was a bad idea if I wanted to convince myself not to grind myself on her face.
“Jesus Christ. Are you sure this is your first time with a girl?”
“I’m very sure. I thought I’d have more reservations, but, fuck, Brooklyn, look at you…” She closed her eyes, pressing her mouth up against me, and I couldn’t help myself giving in, too—gripped my fingers tighter into the back of her head, groaned loudly as her sinfully hot tongue lapped up through my folds, sucking on my clit.
“Ryan, you have about three more seconds doing this before I’m fully locked in on coming on your face.”
She opened her eyes, looking up at me, and she batted her eyelashes before she closed her eyes again, pushing in deeper against my pussy, and she definitely went more than three seconds.
Fuck me. I couldn’t be blamed. I put my knee on the couch next to her, shifting to rest my weight against the couch, one hand gripping the back and one gripping her head, and I gasped curses as I ground my pussy against her mouth, luxuriating in the feeling of her tongue unraveling me, taking me apart piece by piece. How she was so fucking good at this, I wasn’t sure I’d ever know, but that didn’t matter right now—all that mattered was the fact that it was no time at all before I had an orgasm building up, and when I told her in a low growl I was starting to get close, she made a hungry sound in her throat, gripping my ass and holding me into her with one hand while her other slipped down between her thighs, playing with herself.
I wasn’t lasting seeing that. I gripped tighter against her hair, pressing her harder into me as I felt my orgasm shatter my foundations, exploding through my body, and I came savagely on her face, grinding my pussy against her mouth as her tongue worked me through a mind-melting orgasm, and she didn’t let go—kept licking, sucking on me the whole way through, until it started to get oversensitive, and I had to pull her away, stumbling trying to stand back up and falling on the couch. She crawled on top of me, gorgeously naked and playing with herself still with one hand as she kissed me, marked with my own taste.
“Christ, you’re… good at that,” I said, once she’d broken off from the kiss. She gave me a hazy smile, biting down on one corner of her lip, still circling her fingers on her clit.
“That was so fucking hot,” she said. “God, I loved the sounds you made.”
“I’m not going to lie, it’s not the first time I’ve been the first time for a girl to do that, but nobody’s ever been so… enthusiastic. Or so good.”
She shrugged wildly. “Okay? So I like licking your pussy. Are you going to fight me over it?”
“No,” I laughed, slipping a hand down between her thighs, and she moaned softly, moving her own hand out of the way and propping herself up to grind her hips on my hand. “But I am going to fuck you even harder to make up for it.”
“Mm… please can you go get the strap-on now?”
I moved swiftly, rolling over and pinning her to the couch, kissing her hot and heavy while I slipped two fingers to her entrance, pushing just half a digit inside before I pulled out and stood up, leaving her thrusting her hips up chasing me. “Since you asked so nicely,” I said, and she nodded breathlessly, watching me go to the bedroom.
Every second was too long a wait before I got back with the harness fitted and strap in place and lubed up, and Ryan moaned looking at it, spreading her legs wider on the couch without, I think, even realizing it. Probably didn’t need the lube. Probably did need to wash the couch cushions later. I wasn’t too sad.
“You look so pretty spread out for me,” I said, standing over her, running my fingertips down her front, “ready to take me inside you…”
“ Please yes. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.”
“Tell me how you’d like it, Ryan.”
She spoke breathlessly, raking her eyes slowly up from my strap to meet my gaze. “I want to ride your lap… please.”
God, this girl was full of surprises. And every one of them was better than the last. I bent over and pressed a long, deep kiss against her lips, and I shifted to sit down, guiding her to straddle my lap. She bit her lip hard looking down at me underneath her, knees splayed on either sides of my hips and her hands on my shoulders for support, and I saw a flash of vulnerability over her face.
“I’m not normally like this. I don’t know what…”
“The fact that you are feeling like this is the sexiest thing I think I’ve seen in my life. Show me how badly you want me to fuck you right now.”
The vulnerability, the worry, flickered away from her face as quickly as it appeared, and she let out a low moan as she lowered herself onto the strap—I angled the base with one hand to better meet her, and she moved a hand to adjust the tip, sliding it inside of her, and she sank down onto me, her expression turning hazy as she did.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, my god.”
I leaned in closer, holding my hands on her hips. “You want to come on my cock, don’t you, Ryan?”
“ Brooklyn. ” She closed her eyes, rocking her hips, grinding on me. “Oh, fuck, yes, I do.”
“Good girl. Keep going, then. Let me see you feel good.”
It took no time at all until she was riding my lap, bouncing on my cock, pulling up and slamming down, gyrating her hips and taking me deep inside her. I took in every part of her like I was at a feast and didn’t know where to start—felt my hands up over the small, perky shapes of her breasts, held my hands on her ass and guided her up and down harder on my cock, played with her clit while I pulled her into a sloppy, wet kiss, constantly breaking off with the movement and crashing back into each other again, and her hips were fully moving without her control when she hung her head and cried out, “Oh, god, Brooklyn, I’m going to come—”
“That’s it, babe, come for me,” I said, thrusting my hips up to meet her as she ground against me, throwing her head back with a cry so loud I was going to be hearing about this from Allison in the morning. “Come on my cock,” I said, gripping her tighter into me, moving my hips to keep satisfying her as she came hard, muscles contracting, tightening around me. She went slack on me after a minute, breathing hard, and I captured her in a long, slow kiss, staying inside her without moving, just keeping that connection as we kissed slow and hot and languid.
“Oh, god,” she groaned, face beet-red, not looking at me, once she pulled away from the kiss. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“You found someone you want to have sex with?”
“Yeah, but—still—” She put a hand over her face. I pulled it away, kissing her again.
“Ryan, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life either. If you don’t want to continue, that’s fine, but I will need a minute to get myself off at least one more time thinking about all of this.”
She shot me a look. “Do not,” she started, her voice low, “get off without me. It’s so fucking hot making you come. It makes me feel like the sexiest person ever to live.”
“I think you might just be, yeah, actually.”
“Show me how to make you come,” she said, sliding up slowly off of me. “Show me exactly what you want me to do right now to make you come.”
My body ached for her, throbbed right away to take her a million different ways—take her fingers inside me, kiss her while she played with my clit, grind my pussy on hers, sit on her face, anything and everything—but I managed to make myself say, “You don’t… need a minute, first?”
She bit her lip, a hazy look my way. “Brooklyn, I couldn’t survive a minute. Please come on me again.”
Well, if she insisted.