27. Paige
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Paige
My heartbeat thuds in my eardrums as my eyes focus on the finger currently touching my chest. The word coward echoes in my brain, and liquid fire travels through my body. With quick breaths, I lift my gaze up to his, and the darkness within them snaps the last thread of resistance I had.
Not fully in control of my body, I pull him by the white shirt, pressing my lips to his.
He lets out a surprised breath but catches up quickly, working his mouth over mine.
I can feel the smirk on his lips, but instead of annoying me, it only makes me want him more.
His lips are soft and warm, and even though my body is burning, they’re exactly what I need.
His scent invades my nostrils like a drug, the notes of spicy vanilla making me dizzy.
He inches closer to me, pulling my body flush to his and snakes his hand to the back of my hair. With the way he holds me, it would be impossible to escape, but escape is the last thing I want. He’s right. I’m a coward.
And when he slips his tongue into my mouth, I decide I don’t want to be a coward anymore.
My tongue joins his, and they work in tandem, dancing and fighting, while sending tingles down my spine.
His other hand travels to my ass, grabbing it roughly, and I let out a gasp.
Finally, the hand fisting his shirt opens and splays over his hard chest. Fuck, he tastes good. And smells good. Feels good, too.
“Paige, we’re outside,” he whispers against my lips, pulling only slightly away. “We should get inside.”
“Who’s the coward now?” I respond, pulling him back into the kiss.
His chuckle is low and sexy, but he breaks the kiss, making me panic. “If not wanting random tourists seeing everything I want to do to you makes me a coward, so be it.”
His words leave me breathless, and he uses the pause to place both hands on the back of my thighs and lift me up.
My legs wrap around him expertly, like this isn’t the first time this ever happened, and my hips start fidgeting of their own accord.
My clit connects to the hard shaft of his cock, and a moan escapes me.
Ryan starts moving. I hear the click of a lock, but I’m too out of it to care. We walk some more, not breaking the kiss, until I’m dropped onto a soft surface. My eyes snap open, realizing we’re in my room. Or his room. Who the fuck cares?
The only important thing right now is the fact that Ryan is unbuttoning his shirt before dropping it to the floor.
I’ve seen him shirtless this week plenty of times, but this time it’s different.
It’s for me. The way the moonlight casts a shadow highlighting his defined muscles should be illegal.
He drops his pants, too, and stands before me in only a pair of straining black boxers.
My lips part, and he climbs onto the bed, placing each knee next to my hips.
“I need you out of this, baby,” he whispers.
I nod profusely before helping him get the dress over my hips, chest, and finally head. My cheeks heat as I’m left in only a bra and panties, but his next words erase all traces of my embarrassment.
“Fuck. Look at you. You’re a fucking wet dream.” My white cotton underwear is hardly lingerie, but he seems to like it, nonetheless. His head reaches mine, and he lands a quick kiss on my lips. “I don’t want to rush you. Tell me what you want.”
I hesitate, rolling my bottom lip. I can’t possibly tell him what I want.
He watches me for a second before adding, “You don’t want to tell me?”
I shake my head. Deep down, I know I’m being childish, but this is so far out of my comfort zone that I can barely breathe, let alone speak.
“You want me to tell you what to do?” He lifts my chin with his finger, our gazes locked.
My chin dips.
“You want to be my good girl?”
The gravel of his voice travels straight to my core, sending blood to my clit. It practically burns, begging to be touched. I want to be his good girl more than anything. This time, my head does three nods in succession.
A faint smile appears on his face, and my chest expands. “You want to do every single depraved thing I tell you to do?”
I take a shaky breath before gulping. These ideas never crossed my mind, but now that they’re here, right in front of me, they’re impossible to ignore. He stares at me, waiting for an answer, so I finally muster a breathy, “Yes.”
His smirk is devilish as he says, “Good. Get on your knees then.” He scoots off me, positioning himself to sit on the edge of the bed.
Dread builds in my throat when I realize what’s coming.
My mouth salivates at the thought of having his dick inside, but my stomach churns with nerves.
Will I be any good at it? My experience is limited, and it’s been a while.
Curiosity wins, so I drop down from the bed, positioning myself on my knees in front of him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, and my nipples perk up underneath the cotton bra. “Take my boxers off.”
I do as he says, eager to see him in all his glory. The straining fabric of the boxers leaves nothing to the imagination, but I’m still buzzing with anticipation as he lifts his hips to help me. Slowly, I peel his underwear down his legs. His cock springs out, fully erect, and a gasp escapes me.
“Shit, Paige. You’re going to make me come just by looking at me like that.”
His words spur me on. I might not know what the hell I am doing, but it seems like he’s into it.
Into me. His cock is thick and long, and I realize the dildos Emma and Jordan ordered might not be so unrealistic, after all.
Still, as a hand wraps around him hesitantly, the contrast is stark.
He’s warm, the skin soft and smooth like velvet.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can stop this anytime.”
His words, though thoughtful and protective, piss me the hell off. Stopping this is the last thing I’d want. The hand around his dick tightens, and he releases a hiss. Immense pleasure travels through me at the sound. It’s me. I affect him this way.
I lower my head to his shaft, landing a long lick from the root to the tip, circling the top. He hisses again. I repeat the process a few times before sucking the head into my mouth.
“Fuckkk,” he moans.
My lips widen into a smile around his cock. I continue playing, my tongue swirling his head while my panties grow wetter and wetter.
“Such a fucking good girl,” he purrs. “Take him deep into your mouth, baby. You can do it.”
He seems far too thick for it, but I trust him. More importantly, I want to do it. I want to do my best to earn more of his praise.
I round my teeth, hoping not to hurt him and push him as deep as I can. The moan he lets out turns me feral. He stretches my mouth, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, but I try harder. Deeper.
Until I gag.
Immediately, my ears heat, humiliation flooding me. “Sorry.” My voice is barely audible.
“Sorry? That was so fucking hot, Paige, that I almost came in your pretty little mouth. But if it was a lot to you, you don’t have to do it anymore.”
“No, I want to,” I blurt out.
“You do?” His eyes are hooded as he stares at me with awe. “You like sucking my cock?”
I nod.
“I think we’re past that, don’t you? Use your words, baby.” His thumb presses on my bottom lip.
“I like sucking your cock.” Instead of embarrassing me further, the statement fills me with determination. Not waiting for a response, I wrap a fist around his root and go back to sucking and licking.
I’m less apprehensive this time. More confident. I know I want it. I know he wants it, too. It’s why I’m shocked when he quickly pulls me off him, leaving my lips swollen and aching for more.
“If you continue doing that, this will be over sooner than I want. Up.”
Encouraged by his praise, I rise. He unbuttons my bra, dropping it to the floor, and trails his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. A whimper bubbles out of my mouth. Next up are my panties, which he peels off me in slow motion. Every touch to my skin prickles it, turning my body into a live wire.
“So fucking pretty,” he says, and I feel lightheaded with his praise. He cups my pussy, spreading the wetness to my clit. “Already so soaked for me. A good girl like you gets off on sucking my cock, huh?”
He doesn’t wait for my response, which is a blessing because I’m not sure I’m able to form one.
Rather, he turns my back to the bed and lowers my shoulders so I’m lying down.
My knees draw together, a reflex motion of feeling exposed, but he soon spreads them wide enough that I feel the sting on my muscles.
“Don’t hide that pretty pussy from me.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, landing a few slow, but passionate kisses. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time I tasted it. It’s a problem, really. Not being able to do anything but think about licking this perfect little cunt.”
“Aaah.” I practically vibrate, his words sending shivers all over my body.
His lips travel lower, pausing on my collarbone, my nipples, and my stomach, before finally reaching the spot I need them the most. He sucks my clit into his mouth, breaking my mute spell.
“Holy shit,” I moan out, making him chuckle darkly.
My hands grab the soft bedding, but there’s not enough purchase.
He eats me like I’m his favorite meal and my hips start working in tandem with his lips.
His beard scratches my skin in an intoxicating way.
A finger slips in, and I let out another curse.
It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
Finally, my hands give up on the useless sheets, and I curl them into his hair, keeping his head in place.
“That’s it, baby. Use me.” He slips another finger inside, stretching me deliciously, and it’s not long before I’m screaming my orgasm.
My toes curl, my back arches, and my eyes close, but nothing stops the waves of pleasure riding through me.
Once I’m sane enough to open my eyes, I notice he’s smirking at me from between my thighs, my wetness shining in his beard.
Like a stoner who just got his first hit, my clit starts pulsing, begging for more.
The pressure builds in my chest, up to my throat, before bubbling out of my mouth. “I want you. Inside me.” The breathy voice that exits my mouth is as unfamiliar as the wanton words.
He gives me a half-smile. “There’s nothing I’d want more, Paige. But I don’t have a condom, and I doubt you brought one.”
“Hey!” I slap his shoulder playfully.
“Well, did you?” He’s lying next to me now, the heat radiating off his body making it hard to think straight.
“No. But I—I’m clean… And I’m on birth control, for my cramps.” Unnecessary detail, but I need him to trust me.
“I’m clean, too, but it doesn’t feel right to take advantage of you this way.”
I turn my chest fully toward him, placing one palm onto his warm chest and the other around his still rock-hard dick. “You’re not taking advantage of me. We’re going back home tomorrow, and I might have a lot of regrets in my life, but this one I don’t think I’d get over. So please… just fuck me.”
He stares at me with earnest eyes, his surprise evident. His lips tip up before he says, “I think I like this version of you.” He lands a kiss on my lips.
“Which version?”
“The one who isn’t scared to ask for what she wants.”
That’s the last thing I hear before he climbs over me again, this time pinning both of my wrists above my head.
His eyes search mine for another second before he lowers in for a kiss.
My legs part on their own, making space for him.
He rubs his thick length over my center, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
The need reaches a boiling point before he finally slides his cock inside me, inch by delicious inch. I’m drenched and way past the point of being ready, but he still stretches the walls of my pussy, making me adapt to him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, and it’s like he read my mind.
Slowly, he starts thrusting in and out, rubbing every single nerve ending I have. I whimper and moan, desperate for more.
My feet dig into his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper, and he takes the hint. “My good girl wants it harder?” he says on a sharp thrust that I feel in my stomach.
Fuckkk. “Yes.”
His hand turns rough around my wrists as he starts pumping into me faster and deeper. He lowers his mouth to kiss all over my neck. His hard cock feels perfect inside me, the pinch of pain from his thrusts, along with his low grunts, sending me right toward another orgasm.
Ryan’s face twists into one of pain. “Fuck, I can’t hold off much longer.” Our eyes lock just when he says, “Come for me, Paige.”
Like it’s another command my body is forced to listen, I come. My pussy clenches around him, eliciting a growl deep in his throat.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs before pulling his cock out to shoot cum over my stomach. His biceps are straining, and a sheen of sweat covers his chest, making him look ethereal. Shivers wrack my body as ecstasy hits me wave after wave.
He drops next to me, our breaths racing in sync. I don’t know how much time passes, lying in silence, while we come down from our highs.
Just when my heart rate lowers, he whispers, “Fuck, Paige… that was…”
He doesn’t have to say anything else. I know exactly what he means. What we shared tonight was indescribable. A transcending, out-of-body experience. One that I will never forget. Moisture starts forming in the corners of my eyes, but his voice breaks through the fog.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
My mind is somewhere between consciousness and sleep as he leads me into the shared bathroom.
There’s plenty of space in the mammoth shower, but I still stay glued to him.
He lathers soap onto my body and washes it off with warm water.
When he’s done cleaning us both, he wraps me in a large, soft towel and leads me back into the room.
The sheets are untangled and the scent of sex has vanished from the air. He places me onto the made bed, and my nose scrunches in confusion.
He lets out a chuckle. “This is your room. I thought this was easier than changing the sheets in mine.”
My expression relaxes, a smile forming on my lips. “That makes sense.”
The soft breeze dancing over my skin and a warm, hard body next to me, exhaustion gets the best of me, and I drift off to sleep.