Chapter Eleven
Sticky Situations
Holly
Ishiver as the cold syrup drips against my heated flesh. Its as if I can feel it flow in microscopic segments, flowing into crevices that it shouldn’t be in.
Should I be turned on by this or should I be worried about the health code violations?
Based on the gleam in Ryatt’s eyes, I’m going with his enthusiasm and going to table my germ panic for another time.
He scoots the chair back, sliding it between my spread thighs as he sits down in it.
I’ve never felt more like a basted turkey in my life until this moment.
I lift up on my elbows wondering what is taking him so long, only to find him licking his lips as he stares at my pussy. Should I give them a moment?
“You alright over there?” I joke nervously.
“I’m more than alright, Berry. I don’t even know what I’m more excited to taste right now.
The syrup, the whipped cream, our combined cum, or…
” He takes two fingers, swirls them into all three and brings them to his mouth.
Sucking hard, I watch as his tongue swirls along the digits, moaning with his eyes closed. It’s erotic and so foreign to me.
He doesn’t know it, but I’ve never even had a guy go down on me, let along feast on me like he’s already done, and likely about to do again.
But those sounds coming from deep in his throat, the way he’s staring at me, and the fact that he’s already ready to go again, I’ve never felt more sexy then I do now.
“Definitely going with the combination is the best, but don’t get me wrong, I’d be okay with just eating your pussy for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even a late night snack.”
As if he’s done waiting and ready for this so called dinner he’s talking about, he leans down and swipes his tongue from the bottom to the top. Giving extra attention to my clit, his tongue swirls in circles around the hardened bud as he mumbles things I can’t hear.
I watch in fascination as he eats my pussy with enough enthusiasm to make a porn star blush. His teeth nip at my clit as I yelp.
His fingers thrust into me as he gives my clit suction, pulling at it, and launching me even closer to my next orgasm. “Fuck me Ryatt. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He shakes his head against my pussy, his beard scratching my heated, swollen lips.
I hiss through my teeth as he keeps sucking at my bud and thrusting his fingers up.
I know the second he hits my G-spot because it feels as though an electrical current ran straight through me.
I sit bolt upright, grip his hair, and tug.
He follows, the smile on his face is elacious as he comes eye level with me.
There’s chocolate, whipped cream, and our cum all over his face.
It’s even lining the tips of his eye lashes and he doesn’t even care.
Instead he licks his lips and stares down at me.
“I said, fuck me, Ryatt. Now, if you could take that amazing cock of yours and slam home, I’d appreciate it.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a chuckle when I let go of his hair.
“What if I just…” He ducks down as if he’s going to go back in for another feast until I slam my legs shut.
“It’s either dick or no more pussy for you mister.”
His eyebrow quirks as a dopey smile hooks on one side. “I like this feisty, take charge side of you Berry. Don’t you lose that when you wake up tomorrow.”
His large hands grip my knees and for the first time I notice how dark his complexion is against mine. Where I’m a pale, rosy red tone, he’s this darker, olive tan. The veins along his hands protrude as he pushes on my legs, begging to be let back in.
My knees fall and he steps between them, gripping my hips and sliding me down to the edge of the table. He makes me feel tiny, as if my weight isn’t an issue, and he’s more than capable of handling it.
Ryatt slides his dick up and down my seam, dipping the tip in, and pulling it back out. Teasing me with it a little more each time, until he pushes a little more in, and I hook my feet behind his ass and push him all the way home.
He smirks. “So you’re done playing around, hmm?”
I quirk an eyebrow. “I was clearly done a few moments ago.” I chuckle as he attempts to pull out, but I hold him in. It’s not lost on me that he could easily break free.
“Well, I say I can get you off in the first five strokes or less.” There’s a challenge gleaming in his eyes, as if he wants to see if I’ll take the bet.
“Oh yeah? You think you’re that good at fucking?”
“Love making, and yes.” He thrusts tender and slow, drawing all the way out until only the tip is in, before he thrust home. We both moan, and I know that even he won’t make it that long either.
“Challenge accepted, but I up the wager, and say I can make you come right along with me.”
“You’re on.” He flattens his palm across my lower abdomen and pushes down until it feels as though he’s holding me down in the weirdest way. It’s not until he thrusts the first time that I know what’s happening.
“Fuck,” I yelp as that first build up hits. But I was ready for it my part of the game. Kegel exercises for the win. I clench down on him as if I never want to let him out again.
Now it’s his turn to curse and drop his head down. Yeah buddy two can play this game.
He thrusts three more times and we are both sweating, panting, and determined not to come first. That dark hair of his is dangling down across his forehead, wet with sweat as he looks down at me.
“You ready?” He asks between gritted teeth.
I nod my head furiously because this is going to be one of hell of an orgasm. His thrust is deep, hard, and rocking as I explode.
“Oh my fucking God Ryatt!” I pant as he rocks slowly, pushing the orgasm to keep gong. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” I can’t stop pulsing. It’s as if each gush of his cum is pushing another wave of my own orgasm. He still hasn’t moved his hand from my stomach, and I’m half tempted to beg for him to do.
Is death by orgasm a thing? Should I be worried?
He finally comes to a stop, his head hanging between his shoulders. “That…” he pants. “Was the best sex of my life.”
I snort. “Okay, you don’t have to flatter me.” I lightly smack his shoulder. He already got laid, no need to lay it on thick.
He doesn’t laugh or move. No, instead he glares at me as his smile fades instantly. The air is thick between us, crackling with tension. The teasing glint in his eyes hardens into something deeper, something that causes me to suck in my breath.
Why’s he only looking at me—really looking at me—almost like he can’t believe the words that came out of my mouth.
The playful, easy going Ryatt I know vanishes, replaced by a man who is carved from restrained fury and disbelief.
“Flatter you?” His voice drops low and rough, a rumble of barely restrained emotion. His hands glide up my stomach, cupping my breasts, before he pinches my nipple. I hiss through clenched teeth as I stare at him.
He continues, locking his eyes on mine. “Berry, there was nothing in what I said meant to flatter you. No, that’s me speaking my truth.”
He pushes back, holding his hand out to help me sit up. My mouth opens and closes, not a single word making it beyond a thought. I still don’t understand, but when I look into his eyes, I can see the anger simmering in their depths.
He isn’t mad at me, definitely not when he’s scooping me up into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. Theres a tick in his sharp jaw that wasn’t there moments ago.
“Are you mad?” I ask timidly.
“Not at you,” he growls as he tilts his head towards me. “I’m mad at every single person who made you believe your worth was so little. That you could never be the prize to someone. To be someone’s everything.”
“I’m not anyone’s everything, Ryatt.” I duck down, trying to be smaller than I am.
He stops walking, right in the middle of my hallway. Not saying a word, he just stands there until I finally have the courage to look up at him.
His eyes sparkle as he says, “You are my everything.”
Even if I don’t fully believe it yet, when I look into his eyes, I can see his truth reflecting back at me. He believes it, and that will have to be enough for now.
He walks us into my bathroom before setting me down gently.
Honestly, I thought this bathroom was small before, but now with all 6’2” of muscular man in here, I feel as if I’m in the worlds smallest bathroom.
“Ryatt, what exactly are we doing?” I say as I look up at him. Even at my 5’8” I still have to crane my neck back to look up at him.
His eyes flick down to the remains of chocolate syrup spread across my breasts and smirks. “Well, I thought we could maybe wash off all the stickiness and work on your aftercare?”
My face crumbles. “Aftercare?”
“Yep. It’s where I make sure the comedown from all the high is safe, nurtured, and you feel complete when you are done.” He reaches behind my cheap floral shower curtain, turning on the hot water.
The room fills with steam as he turns back around, pulling me flush against his chest. The sticky remains of our activity cling to our skins as we come together.
He tilts my head back as he pushes my long hair over my shoulder.
He’s so incredibly tender in everything he does.
Looking at him, I’d never have imagined he would be this gentle.
I would have expected more gruffness, possibly grunts and more caveman like behavior. A snort escapes me before I can stop it. I can feel my face flame as he quirks an eyebrow at me.
Shit. Don’t ask…please don’t ask.
“What’s so funny?”
Oh, fuck my life–of course he wants to know. My mind races for any possible explanation that doesn’t involve the imagery of him standing over me, batting his chest with his fists, proclaiming me as his female.
“Berry…” He says slowly as his tips my head back to look at him. His tone is giving I know you’re trying to come up with a story vibes.