23.
Alex
I don’t know who the freak is that’s telling some guy she wants to blow him, and I don’t know when our two souls merged into one. My entire life, I’ve tried to play things safe. I’ve had to. I’ve been a good girl in every sense of the word, but when I’m with Ryan, I want more. I need more.
For some reason, being around him just makes me feel like I’m going to explode if I’m not touching him. He smiles, and he reaches for his button. He undoes his pants: first the button, then the zipper. His dick comes out, and I reach for it using only my mouth.
Ryan groans, and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. Soon his hands are in my hair, and he’s guiding my head deeper onto his dick.
“That’s right. Choke on it,” he says.
What.
The.
Fuck?
Why is he talking to me like this? And why the hell do I love it so much?
Ryan’s mouth is dirty, and I find myself wanting to please him. I slide his dick deeper into my throat until I do start to choke. I start sputtering, and he pulls my head back using only my hair.
“You wanted to play this game, little girl. We’re playing, and I intend on winning.”
“You don’t know how competitive I can be,” I push, looking up at him. There’s a fire in his eyes that isn’t there when he’s buying companies or holding meetings or bossing people around. Not in the business world. This is something else, something new. The way he’s looking at me is just for me. I can already tell.
“Show me,” he says. “Don’t be all talk, baby. You want to win our little game? Make me come before I make you come.”
“That seems like an easy challenge,” I point out the obvious. “Guys come faster than girls.”
“Not the way I’m going to work over your sweet pussy, Alexandra.”
He says my name: my full name. Nobody ever calls me Alexandra like this.
he last time I was on my knees like this, I was begging the universe to give me everything I wanted. Now I'm on my knees in front of Ryan, and I'm wanting something very different. Instead of offering myself for some selfless future where I save my brother, I'm offering my body to appease the god of Shadowvale Industries. I'm not about to stop.
Before Ryan can say anything else, I shove my face forward, open my mouth, and take his dick down my throat again. This time, I force myself onto his length. I don't need his hands holding my hair. I'm doing this because I want it. I'm doing this because I need him. I crave him.
He's my everything, and he doesn't even know it.
He's also more competitive than I gave him credit for because he grabs me beneath the arms, pulls me up to my feet, and spins me around.
"No," he says. That's it. Just "No."
Then he flips my skirt up, yanks my panties down, and pushes me forward so I'm bent in half in front of his house.
"Right here?" I ask, but he doesn't answer. Instead, he slides his dick into my wet pussy, filling me. I cry out at the intrusion, thrilled and desperate and needing more. I don't even care if I'm loud. He's made it clear that no one is around tonight. It's just the two of us out here in the darkness beneath the stars, and I plan to win. Desperately, I try to wiggle around. I don't want to stop fucking Ryan, but I do want to kiss him, to stroke his cock. He smacks my ass, and I still.
"Be a good girl and take my cock," he says.
Fuck.
Me.
Silly.
Yes, I'll do it.
Yes, I'll be good.
I'll take his dick. I'll take everything he wants to give me and more.
I'll take it all, but I won't come. Not right now. Not for him. I want him to come first. I want him to fill me up. I want to feel his cock pulsing inside of me, throbbing with ecstasy. Ryan is better at this game than I am, too, because I'm already close to the edge of ecstasy. Something about his dominance, the darkness, or the cold night air is making me feel like I'm going to fall apart. He laughs. He knows.
Ryan reaches for my clit and starts teasing it.
"Come for me."
"No."
"Do it."
"No."
"I won't come until you do," he sings this in a soft voice.
"I won't come," I say, but I'm panting now, and we both know I'm about to lose. He stops teasing and starts stroking my clit faster, quicker, and then...
Everything hits at once. I cry out as I start to fall forward. My body is pulsing with pleasure, and I can no longer stay upright. It's totally fine because he grabs me, shoving me back down onto his cock, and then I feel him pulsing inside of me, too. He's coming. We made each other come. It was practically together: a desperate entwining of our two lives. Everything changes at once in that moment, and if I wasn't already falling for him, I certainly would be now.
He tugs me up, spins me around, and wraps his arms tightly around me.
"That was so fucking hot," he says. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, but I don't care. I love the sensation. I love knowing that for the rest of the night, I'm going to be able to feel him.
But then I realize something else.
We didn't use a condom.