34. Ryan
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Ryan
“Get inside,” she whisper-yells. “Quick, before Linda sees you. Fuck, if she sees this, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
She pulls me inside, slamming the door and locking it.
Her panicked questions continue, but the only thing I’m able to focus on is the fact that she’s standing naked and flushed in front of me.
I was already hard as fuck during the phone call, maddened by the desperate sounds she made, but this is something else.
There’s no blood left in my brain when she grabs me by the lapels of my shirt.
“Ryan, are you listening to me? Where did you park your car?”
I shake my head, an unsuccessful attempt to clear my thoughts. “I parked further away, don’t worry.”
“But…” she starts.
I don’t let her finish the sentence, fusing our mouths together instead.
One hand slips into her hair, pulling her closer, while the other travels the exposed skin of her back before landing on her ass.
She shivers at my touch. Her scent finds its way into my nose, making my cock hard enough that my pants turn uncomfortable.
The palms of her hands find their spot on my chest, the heat of them seeping into my skin.
Unable to hold off any longer, I lower to grab her thighs and lift her up.
She locks her ankles behind my back, letting out a delicious moan.
She grinds her pussy over my pants, and I’m reminded of the fact that she’s naked.
There’ll probably be a mark left from her wetness, and the thought makes me wild.
Our tongues dance together, but her hands grow impatient, finding their way to my zipper.
“Fuck, Ryan. I can’t wait any longer.” She unzips my pants and releases my cock.
I let out a hiss when her warm hand wraps around my hard length. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“I need you,” she pleads, trying to angle my cock into her pussy. Lifting her up with one hand, I line up my shaft and lower her onto it.
She lets out a breathy moan while I stutter, “Fucking shit…”
I lower her painfully slow, but she’s so hot and wet, spots appear in my vision.
Her arms wrap around my neck. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I bounce her up and down on my throbbing cock.
She seems out of this world, and my chest swells with pride being the one to bring her there.
“Is this better, baby? Better than that toy?”
Another moan escapes her. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. I’m so close.”
I’m close, too, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. Gently, I wrap my hand around her hair, pulling her head back until her eyes connect with mine. “Not yet.” My voice means business. “I need you to hold off on that orgasm. Can you do that?”
Her head shakes frantically. “No. No. I can’t. I need…”
“I’m serious, Paige. You can’t come yet.”
Her eyes widen, and I notice the moisture in the corners. She’s desperate to come, but she’ll need to show patience. Not willing to risk it, I lift her high enough that my cock slips out.
“No, please…” she protests.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
She points to the other end of the hallway, so I make quick work of getting us into the room.
There’s no time for a tour. As soon as I find the bed, I drop her onto it.
She falls to her elbows, watching me while I undress with parted lips and flushed cheeks.
Her hair’s a mess, her eyes teary, her body wearing marks from rubbing all over my clothes, but she never looked more beautiful.
My clothes now on the floor, I stalk toward her on the bed.
“Is it hard to wait?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “So hard.”
Placing my knees on the bed, I grab her chin.
“I know, baby. But good girls who wait get rewarded.” Something flashes in her eyes, and I know that I have her.
“On your stomach.” She inhales sharply. “Now, Paige.” She turns onto her front, showing me miles of creamy skin.
“On your hands and knees. Let me see that pretty ass of yours.”
She hesitates for a second, but eventually does what I say.
Seeing her on all fours, my cock twitches.
I grab it roughly, telling him he’ll have to wait a little longer.
Kneading my hands into the flesh of her ass, I drop down to press my lips on her center.
Her taste engulfs me instantly, eliciting a groan.
I suck on her clit, making her body jerk.
I slip my tongue into her drenched pussy, letting out another groan.
Finally, I land a loud smack on her ass.
She gasps loudly, and I use the moment to slip my aching cock back to where it craves to be. Paige’s cry echoes in the room, while I close my eyes to adjust to the paradise that is her pussy.
“Fuck, Paige, that cunt of yours. I’m fucking obsessed with it.” I emphasize my words with a sharp thrust, and she moves forward on the bed.
My fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to bruise, and the idea of leaving marks on her body only spurs me on.
I thrust harder and faster, her wet heat quickly planting the seeds for my release.
It starts at the base of my spine, working its way up.
I bite into my bottom lip, trying to postpone it, but it’s no use.
“Please… I-I can’t hold off anymore,” she begs.
“Come for me, Paige. Clench my cock with your perfect cunt.”
Like clockwork, she does. Her pussy convulses, wringing my climax.
Her chest lowers to the bed while her legs tremble, her release overtaking her.
There’s no time for me to pull out. Not that I’d want to, anyway.
The spasms turn into flutters as she whimpers, and I pump her full of my cum.
I fall onto her back, unable to hold myself upright any longer.
My lips press a soft kiss to her spine, making her shiver. “Fucking perfect, Paige. That’s what you are…”
Eventually, our breaths settle, and I pull out, marveling at the way my cum drips out of her. On reflex, my tongue darts out to lick her soaked, reddened flesh, pushing my cum back inside. It’s something I’ve never done before, but the taste of the two of us is intoxicating.
“Aaah, Ryan,” she murmurs. She’s sensitive, I know, but I can’t force myself to stop this.
“I want you to give me one more, baby. I know you can do it.”
“I-I can’t…”
A loud smack sounds out, and it’s then I realize I spanked her again.
She lets out a moan while I continue eating her out.
Her juices soak my beard, which leaves angry red marks over her skin, but by the sound of her whimpers and the goosebumps on her skin, I know she’s enjoying it.
I lick her like I’m starving, which I am.
I’m starving to have her fall apart for me one more time.
There’s no rhyme or reason to my motions, only pure desire. My cock is already half-hard by the time she starts squirming under my touch. I keep her tightly in place until she’s coming all over my tongue, her screams filling the room.
It’s only then I feel sated, help her turn to me, and connect our lips. I want her to taste herself, to taste us, to know how good we feel.
“Fuck…” she whispers once our mouths separate.
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, fuck.”
She scatters to the bathroom, returning a few minutes after, wearing a bathrobe. The same bathrobe she wore the first time I saw her. Her gaze catches on something on the floor, and she crouches to pick it up. It’s the pink toy I got for her. She places it on her dresser, avoiding eye contact.
“Did you manage to try them all out?” I ask, bringing an arm under my head.
“What?” She glances at me, her eyes widening at the sight of my naked form.
It’s adorable, really. To be embarrassed after everything we’ve just done. “The toys? Did you try them all out?”
“I did.” Her head tips to the side. “Well, almost all of them.”
That sparks my interest, making me sit up. “Which one is left?”
She turns to her dresser and murmurs, “The tentacle.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Want to hear a funny story?” She dips her head.
“Come here.” She approaches the bed, and I pull her down to sit next to me.
“I thought you were cute the first time we met.” Her gaze is suspicious, so I add, “That’s a lie.
I thought you were fucking gorgeous.” A flush climbs up her chest. “But the tentacle scared me.”
She rolls her eyes, smacking my shoulder.
I chuckle. “I’m serious. I actually talked to my friends about it, and one of them convinced me it was a pretty frequent fantasy amongst women.”
Her mouth parts, mortification evident in her pretty blue eyes, and I realize my mistake. “You talked about it with your friends?” Her head drops to her hands.
“Yeah, but you have nothing to worry about. I haven’t told them it was you.”
“What difference does it make?”
“Well, you won’t have to feel awkward when you meet them.” The statement slips out and her head lifts, looking at me like I’m insane.
“Why would I be meeting your friends?”
I scramble to come up with an appropriate response before settling on, “Oh, you know, maybe at the wedding, or something.”
Her eyebrows relax, satisfied with my answer, even though it wasn’t the full truth.
I wasn’t thinking about the upcoming wedding of both our parents when I mentioned her meeting my friends.
I said it because it felt like something that’s bound to happen.
Something that would be natural. Which never happened before.
After high school, none of my girlfriends met my friends, because I had no serious girlfriends.
It just wasn’t something I was thinking about. Still, with Paige, I like the idea.
I like the idea of us being more than future stepsibling fuck buddies or whatever we currently are. Even though I know it’s not something she wants, nor something I have to capacity for.
“Are you hungry? I could make us something to eat.”
Not at all. Yet, I answer, “Starving,” just to spend more time with her.