Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
RYAN
I do exactly as he demands. I come on his fingers, and when I’m shaking and trembling in his arms, a complete mess of heavy breaths and sweat, he lifts his hand to my mouth and slips his fingers inside.
Those fingers that had just been between my legs are now between my lips, and my heart stops beating.
His eyes are focused on mine, his lips curved up into a mischievous grin. He is getting off on this, and in turn, I feel the same way. A shiver rolls up, then down my spine with excitement.
I want to make him excited.
I want to get him off in any way he needs it, and I’m not sure why this feels really important to me, but it does. It’s not like I don’t turn him on normally. I know I do, but this somehow feels different.
Important.
His fingers slip from my mouth, trailing down my bottom lip, down the front of my throat, and stop at the collar of my shirt. Grover’s gaze doesn’t leave mine the entire time, then wordlessly, he stands, gripping my ass and holding me to him as he does.
“You want some dessert?” he asks, his voice raspy and rough. It’s sexy as hell, just like he is.
“No,” I whisper.
I don’t know what to say, how to feel, or what to think. All I can do is stare at him and tell myself to breathe. In and out. In and out. Over and over in hopes that I don’t pass out completely from the overwhelming feelings that consume me in this moment.
His lips twitch, a snarky smirk firmly planted on his face, and then he begins to move. I expect him to walk toward the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, knowing that each patched brother has his own space, especially the ones who hold an office.
Since he’s the president, he has the best room and an en suite bathroom. Something that not everyone else has here. But Grover doesn’t walk down the hallway. In fact, he passes by it, and my heart races, wondering where he’s taking me.
I may have been okay with his hand between my legs, hidden by being on his lap, and still fully clothed, but I don’t think I could ever be on the pool table with the rest of the whores. Or on a sofa against the wall.
That’s just not who I am.
Call me a prude if you must, but there are some things I just can’t do. Plus, I don’t look as hot as I did at eighteen. I’ve had a baby. I’m not as taut and tight all over as I used to be. Nobody would want to see everything I have going on. I’m frankly shocked that Grover does.
He stops walking, and I look around him, noticing that we’re at the dessert table. Grover releases his grip on my ass and reaches down, picking up a cupcake and handing it to me. Then he grabs two cookies and carries me straight toward his bedroom.
He kicks the door closed, then sets me down on my feet beside the bed. Tipping my head back, I look up into his eyes. “Grover,” I exhale.
He reaches out, takes the cupcake from me, and examines it for a moment. Then he slowly reaches his hand out and touches the frosting to my lips. He glides it along my bottom lip, then my upper lip.
I can’t move. I can’t even think. My entire body freezes.
Grover leans over, his tongue slipping out as he licks the frosting off my lips.
Then he slips his tongue inside of my mouth, and I whimper at the sensation.
He’s warm and sweet, perfection like no other. There was never anyone but him anyway.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “On your knees.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Sinking to my knees, I unbuckle his belt, grip the waistband of his jeans, and gently guide them down his legs until they pool at his feet. He lifts his hand and reaches out, wrapping his fingers in the back of my hair to hold my head still.
I don’t know what to expect next, but when he reaches out his other hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks, he leans over and looks directly into my eyes. He’s just inches from my face, and I know what’s coming.
My belly clenches. I should not be so excited about this. I should not want this. If I heard of anyone else doing this, I would probably think it’s degrading. It is. But it’s also part of ownership.
And he owns me.
He always has.
When the spit leaves his mouth, it slowly drips into my mouth. It’s warm, wet, and still sweet from the frosting. Then he places his lips on mine, and his tongue fills me as he tastes me, the kiss hard and delicious, before he straightens.
Curling my fingers at the waist of his underwear, I pull it down his legs, freeing his already hard length. I wrap one hand around his hard cock, then look up at him through my lashes, lean forward, and touch my lips to the head of his dick.
Grover grunts, his fingers in my hair tightening, but otherwise, he doesn’t make a move. Opening my mouth, I take him inside of me as far as I can, never looking away from his gaze. I move along his length, my hand taking up the slack that my mouth and throat can’t handle.
I’m really starting to get into it, moving along him with my mouth. Twisting my saliva-covered hand gently, moaning as I do when he tugs my head back and holds me just far enough away from his body that I can’t take him.
“Beautiful, Ryan,” he grunts. “But I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now. Open up.”
I do as he instructs. I open my mouth, and without another word, he sinks his hard length as far down my throat as he can without choking me. Looking up at him, I stare, mesmerized by his eyes, unable to look away.
He fucks my mouth. Holding me by my hair, my scalp burning as he moves in and out of me, down my throat. I can see that his jaw is clenched, and I know he’s holding back, controlling himself in an effort not to hurt me, but I also watch as his control bends, then snaps.
Forcing myself to relax my throat so I can take him without gagging or choking, I watch and try to breathe as calmly as possible in and out of my nose. He holds my head still while thrusting his hips back and forth, never completely shifting out of my mouth.
Then he brings my face close and keeps himself buried down my throat. Tears prick my eyes, then begin rolling down my cheeks. He grunts, then pulls backward, leaving the tip still between my lips.
As he fucks my mouth, it’s hard, harsh even. He doesn’t look away from me. On the third stroke of burying his cock all the way down my throat, almost to the point where I’m deep-throating, but not quite, he speaks.
“Touch your pussy, legs. I want your hand between your legs as I fuck you this way. Then I’m going to eat your pussy and make you come again.
And if you’re a good girl, I’m going to fuck your cunt until you’re screaming my name.
If you fucking thought you were sore the other day, you haven’t even felt the tip. ”
Before I realize what’s happening, he starts moving harder and faster, going deeper than he ever has. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, saliva down my chin drips down my neck and into the collar of my T-shirt.
I slip my hand between my legs. My jeans are still open from earlier, and I touch my sensitive clit with a whimper. With my eyes on his, I move against my fingers, drawing hard and fast circles on my clit until I’m trembling.
I’m trying to breathe, trying to get myself to the edge of my release and fall over. I want to come so badly that my body aches. I want to make him happy. I want to make myself happy. I want this beautiful life that I know is just within my grasp.
When Grover stills, I hear his grunt before I feel his cum slide down my throat. My fingers don’t stop moving, my hips matching the vigor, and then it’s my turn to come. I moan around his length, which is still twitching inside my mouth.
I’m hot and sweaty, covered in saliva and tears, but the way he’s looking at me, the way he watches me, I’ve never felt more beautiful in my entire life, and I know I’m not. I know without a doubt that I look like a whole train wreck, but that’s Grover. He makes me feel this way. He always has.
ATOMIC
There are times when Ryan has looked perfect, and then there are times like this. She’s messy as fuck, but she looks better than she ever has. Her hand between her legs, her body covered in sweat, tears streaking her cheeks, and saliva all over her mouth and chin.
Fuck me.
Perfection.
“Stand up,” I instruct.
She does, slipping her hand out of her pants when she rises. I reach for that hand, wrap my fingers around her wrist, and lift it up. Opening my mouth, I bring her fingers to my lips, sucking them in and tasting her.
When I’m finished devouring her taste, I release her wrist and kick off my boots, then my jeans and underwear. Taking my cut off, I walk over to the dresser and hang it on one of the knobs before I reach between my shoulders and tug my shirt off.
“Legs,” I call out.
She hums behind me but doesn’t say anything. I don’t make a move either. That anger that had dissipated when I was fucking her mouth, it’s back again. I don’t want to be pissed off at her. I don’t want to be angry.
Then I feel her hand on my back. The other hand wraps around my waist, and her palm presses against the middle of my gut.
“Ryan,” I rasp.
Her lips touch my back before I feel her bare tits pressing against me there. “I didn’t lie to be malicious,” she whispers. She knows why I stopped and didn’t turn around and start on my list of to-dos that I already laid out.
“I lied for selfish reasons, but more out of fear. It wasn’t because I wanted to be mean or cruel to you.”
“Fear?” I grind out.
No way in fuck should she ever have feared me, but then again, I wasn’t always the most understanding or caring partner back then. Hell, I’m probably not now either. She kept it all from me for a goddamn reason, and it’s not just because of her sister.
Sure, Ellen was part of it, but Ryan didn’t think she could trust me for a reason. That shit pisses me off because I always want to be the one she goes to. I should have been then, and I sure as fuck should be now.
“Fear. I was twenty-three, but I was sheltered, or maybe naive is a better word. I didn’t know anything past my bad childhood and the life we had together. That wasn’t good back then, Grover. Sure, you and I were good together in bed, but beyond that?”
I should be fucking offended, but I’m not because she is right. I fucked around a lot. I wasn’t mature, even though I was old enough to know better. She wasn’t either because she wasn’t old enough to be in the situation she was in.
Turning around slowly, I cup her cheeks and look into her beautiful face. She’s cleaned up from the face fuck I gave her, but the images of her saliva and tears are still fresh in my mind when I look down at her.
“Your sister is a piece of shit, Ryan, your parents fucked you both up in different ways, and I wasn’t the best first boyfriend or boyfriend in general.
I don’t know when or if I’ll ever not be angry about what happened, but my anger doesn’t mean that I don’t want you.
It doesn’t mean that you aren’t mine. All it means is that it’s going to take me some time to accept that shit happened the way it did. And thank fuck we got the time.”
Her lips curve up slightly. She’s trying to be brave, give me her smile, but I know she is hurting and that she feels fucking horrible. Brew is right. Ryan is the best. A good girl from head to toe. I need to give her a fucking break. She’s been through hell and back.
“Get on the bed, Ryan. Head down, ass up. I’m gonna eat your pussy from behind. I’m hungry.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she takes a step backward, then another. I watch as she turns around, her naked ass on full display for me as she walks over to the bed. She climbs onto the edge, spreads her thighs, then bends down and places her chest on the mattress.
Her entire pink cunt is on display for me and only me.
It’s already glistening from just a few moments ago.
It’s pink and slightly swollen. She’s ready for my mouth to devour her.
I walk toward the bed and sink down to my knees before I reach up and grab the globes of her ass, spreading her cheeks for me.
She’s perfection. Always has been, especially from this view.
“Grover,” she moans.
I will never fucking get tired of her saying my real name. Not fucking ever. “Your ass is fucking amazing, legs,” I murmur before I lean forward and blow warm air against that sweet hole.
She moans again, pushing her hips backward.
Chuckling, I can’t help but think about taking that tight back entrance and truly owning every single part of her.
Soon. But not tonight. I’m still drunk, and her cunt is practically dripping with anticipation for my mouth.
I have to lick her. It’s a fucking need at this point.
So that’s what I do. Until she comes on my tongue.
Then I fuck her—hard.