19. Nica
19
NICA
The second the door clicked shut, Ryan lunged for me. I gripped his arms as he lifted me off my feet and pinned me to the wall. “Put your legs around my back,” he whispered before his lips found mine.
Broad palms held my thighs just below my ass. He squeezed, pressing his thumbs dangerously close to the crotch of my jeans. I moaned into his mouth and slid my fingers into his hair for that. Our kisses were deep and urgent but sweet at the same time.
Ryan kept one hand on my ass. The other reached for my chin, turning me so he could burn kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “So sweet… can’t get your scent out of my head… going to taste every fucking inch of your body tonight…”
He muttered promises and compliments between licks and sucks on my skin. Words that made my head spin. Words that seemed too sweet to be true—and yet I believed all of them. Knew without question that he meant it. Knew that he meant it about me . Knew, too, that not every girlie got to hear Ryan Molloy praise her like a fucking goddess. This wasn’t a man to utter empty words.
Lucky girl. Lucky, lucky girl .
I dipped my head to kiss his cheek, which made him find my lips again. Fine by me. My head bumped the wall as he thrust up and kissed me deep. The hand on my cheek trailed downward. His fingertips tickled my neck and danced over my chest. Down, up a little, and back down. Teasing me.
“Hold on.” I broke the kiss to yank my sweater off.
But Ryan didn’t pull back. Didn’t glance down at my bra even once. He kept his lips hovering near mine and smiled. “Make yourself at home.”
My shoulders stiffened. “Should I not have?”
His palm splayed over my heart. Long fingers dipped into the satin bra cup, shooting tingly pleasure through my body. Still his gaze stayed on my face. “You should let me know exactly what pleases you. Does this?”
He stroked again, and my head hit the wall. “Mm-hm.”
“Come on, Nica. Tell me what you want.”
“Um… um. Oh, fuck it. I want you to touch my tits. Lick them. Play with them. Do whatever you like.” My face flamed, but a wave of wet heat hit me between the legs, too.
Ryan sucked in a breath. The next moment, my back slid up the wall. He hitched me higher and buried his face in my cleavage. His lips and teeth teased, but after a moment, Ryan paused.
Those green eyes peeked up at me. “This isn’t working.”
My heart stuttered. “It’s not? Okay. I mean, we don’t?—”
“Your bra and my glasses have to go.”
“Oh. Oh, you meant?—”
But before I could bumble out anything more, Ryan lifted me off the wall. He carried me, never once looking around to see where he was going. We left the foyer and stopped in the living room, where he dropped to his knees and lay me on the rug.
“Arch your back,” he whispered. I did, and he slipped his hand between me and the ground to unclasp my bra. I squirmed around to toss it aside.
He caught my bottom lip in his teeth. “And don’t you ever, ever again wonder if this is working for me. Understand, Trouble? This is all I want to do right now. Let go of any doubt—or let me prove it.”
I grinned, but my throat tightened with affection. “Prove it.”
I pulled off his glasses with one hand. With the other, I pushed his head down. He didn’t waste time. Ryan sucked one nipple into his mouth while his fingers went to work on the other.
My back arched involuntarily. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, I like that.”
He nodded but didn’t stop. I could tell he was testing me, learning what I liked, so I let him know. I liked the feathery stuff best. The little licks and the way he rubbed his nose against my ultra-sensitive skin. The way his fingers danced lightly. It was so airy, so gentle, and so wicked all at once.
My goalie was a fast learner. In no time, he had me writhing and digging my hands into his hair in an attempt to hold still. Wet heat pooled between my legs. It was torture that I never wanted to end. I tried to breathe, to not squirm away from the pleasure.
“Ryan, Ryan, please. I need… I don’t know. Please,” I babbled at last. This man was edging me already, and he was still fully dressed.
“You are so sensitive,” he murmured against my nipple. “Where else can I touch you that will make you squirm for me?”
“I don’t know.” My fingers tightened in his hair while he kissed down my ribcage to my belly. I felt him unbutton my pants before his warm, strong hand slid along my hip, over my panties. His fingers wrapped around my upper thigh, easing the pants down as he touched me.
I finally lifted my hips and let him slide them off. Ryan sat back on his heels and gazed down at me. “Goddamn,” he whispered. “You are so beautiful.”
Foolish, inconvenient tears pricked my eyes. “Don’t lie to me,” I muttered, turning my face away.
Without my extensions, makeup, pushup bra—without all the stuff I used to show myself to the world—I felt so fucking plain. So ordinary. My short, fine hair. My elfish face. My b-cup boobs. The belly pooch I inherited from Momma that no amount of crunches would absolve.
And, of course, the fact that I’d not planned to be naked in front of someone tonight. I hadn’t shaved in two days, and my panties were plain cotton bikinis with butterflies on them.
Two fat teardrops leaked out and rolled down my cheeks. I sniffled. And then I yelped because Ryan grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Without a word, he walked us up the staircase and into his gorgeous bedroom. My feet slowed, but he guided me past the bed.
Into a walk-in closet the size of my bedroom.
I gaped at the setup, but he spun around and stepped behind me, leaving me facing a full-length mirror.
“Tell me I’m lying again.” His whisper matched the way his fingers ran over my body, sending chills all over my skin. “Look at yourself. How do you not see it?”
“I look like an elf in cheap underwear.”
His caress froze. Ryan’s head hit my shoulder with a rumble of deep laughter. “Jesus, Nica. Is that what you’d have said to me at the inn?”
That brought a faint smile to my face. “No. But I was in a designer dress and had all my, uh, enhancements in place.”
Ryan’s lips moved along my shoulder. He shoved one hand into my hair to tilt my neck, giving him more to kiss. I hissed and watched, mesmerized by the sight of his mouth against me. My lips fell open over ragged breaths when his other hand teased across my breasts again.
Okay, that sight was pretty hot. Butterfly panties or no.
But it wasn’t just the image that was hot. The closet amplified sounds. The sound of his breath. My ragged gasps. His kisses.
His. Kisses.
Every little pop hit my ears and drove me wild. A luscious, wet noise that fit perfectly with his flushed cheeks and shiny lips. I moaned as I watched him kiss my neck. When I moaned again, he dipped two fingers into my mouth.
“Shh.”
My gaze caught in the mirror on my lips. Puffy, wet, and now full of him. I swirled my tongue around and between those fingers, pleased when it made him bite down on my shoulder. He teased me back until I was fellating his hand. His gaze lifted to watch, too.
“Look at you,” he whispered at last as he pumped his fingers gently. “Tell me that’s not fucking hot .”
“It’s fucking hot,” I mumbled around him. But I let out a high-pitched whine when he pulled out, leaving a trail of spit down my chin. He drew that line straight down my chest to my belly button and then stepped in front of me to drop to his knees.
“Why did you stop?” I whined. “I liked it.”
“Yeah? You want my cock in your mouth like that? You want to watch in this mirror while I feed you my dick?”
I nearly passed out. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
He smirked. “Then you have to come first. And you have to watch that, too.”
“Oh Ryan, I…”
But he shook his head once and leaned in with his teeth bared. I shivered as he hooked my panties in his mouth and dragged them down without once using his hands. My gaze bounced between staring down at him and watching in the mirror. I slid my hands into that strawberry-blond hair when he pushed my thighs apart and skimmed his tongue along my lips.
“ Nica .” My name came out on an exhale. It sounded a lot like a prayer.
He licked again and glanced up at me. A wicked, satisfied smile flashed on his handsome face. “I’m gonna lie down. I want you to ride my face as long as you need. I could taste you for hours , Trouble. So don’t rush, please.”
Somehow, in a short span of minutes, this man had taken me from tears of self-consciousness to damn near tears of desire. The back corner of my mind gave him a round of applause for whatever “data points” he used to pull that off.
But who was I kidding? My focus was on what was about to happen.
Ryan lay down, still holding my thighs, and guided me to kneel over him. I could see the top of his head in the mirror between my legs—which meant I could see when he lifted up to lick me again. This time, his tongue slid between my lips.
Which meant I had to watch my head loll with a moan.
He tested me. Figured out what I liked best. And, yet again, my goalie was a fast learner. My mind whirled with sensory overload. Sounds, sights, and, my god. The feeling. The feeling . They way he held me in place. His tongue moved in an unreal rhythm of long, lazy slides and unrelenting flicks. I couldn’t help the way my hips bucked in reply.
Finally, he tugged on my legs, urging me to get lower. I spread my knees, and he let go of one thigh. That free hand immediately slid between us, giving me no time to brace for the searing pleasure of two fingers buried in my pussy. I felt him draw circles, almost daring me to keep a slow tempo.
But those fingers made me think of fucking. Made me want something wilder and deeper. I gripped his hair with one hand and touched my breasts with the other. “Please don’t stop,” I hissed.
“Please don’t worry,” he mumbled.
My hips moved faster, and he answered. His tongue focused in on my clit while his hand pumped steadily. I wound up, tighter and tighter, ultimately releasing his hair to attend to my nipples. The girl in the mirror wore a dark red blush on her cheeks and neck. Her lips fell open in desperate gasps. Eyes glassy. Hair wild and stuck to her temples with the sweat of exertion.
Okay, fine. Right now, I’m fucking hot. I breathed a little laugh just before my eyes fell shut. Closer and closer until—“Ryan, I’m…”
“Mm-hm.”
His thumb reached back and pressed against my ass. My hips jolted at the sudden, intense pleasure. He pressed again just as his lips closed on my clit.
I fucking detonated.
I couldn’t watch myself come. Not because I didn’t want to. Because my eyes couldn’t stay open under the tidal wave of orgasm that he gave me. My whole body quaked with unending pleasure. I knew I called his name, but my ears didn’t register sound for a long moment.
Just before I went slack, I managed to peek at my reflection. The woman in the mirror, flaws and shortcomings and all, personified sex. Looked like a wrecked, satisfied goddess.
I went limp with a shy smile on my face. My arms shot out to keep me from crashing down on him, but Ryan held my waist. He gently moved my hips down until they were over his stomach, and I could fall onto his chest. Strong arms wrapped me in warm flannel as he kissed the top of my head. The way he held me and let me snuggle into him felt so safe. So exactly what I’d expect from my Ryan.
I want so bad for you to be mine. I swallowed the thought and looked at him.
“Damn, this shirt needs washing.” He sat up underneath me until I was in his lap. I groaned to realize his collar—and now also his shirttails—were soaked from me. But Ryan just laughed and said, “Take it off for me, please.”
And just like that, my post-orgasmic feels became kindling for even more fire. I had those buttons open right away. Ryan eased me off so he could stand, but I stayed on the carpet, gazing up reverently. He kept his eyes on me while he shrugged out of the flannel and tugged his undershirt over his head. I reached a hesitant hand for his jeans. With a cheeky quirked brow, he undid them and let me slide them off.
Dear. God.
I’d seen Ryan Molloy in various stages of undress. The muscle tee and baggy sweats for the pushup thing had let me admire those massive biceps plenty. Then I’d seen him in an undershirt and boxer-briefs at the clothing shop. I’d thought I understood what all he was packing.
No, ma’am, I did not. His muscles had muscles. Abs for days. Legs like tree trunks—if tree trunks were made of concrete. Everything. He was fucking chiseled .
And his cock strained his underwear. Teasing me. Daring me to rush this moment. As if I could.
I swallowed some of the drool. “Can I touch you?”
“I want nothing more.”
I took a shaky breath and reached up to peel those boxers off. Ryan gripped his cock while I tossed the fabric aside, but I hurried to take over. I held his base and let my free hand run over his legs. Immediately, my clit tingled again. I’d never seen a body so perfect. And yet, that feeling of sexiness stayed with me. I didn’t feel inadequate or self-conscious. All I felt was thirsty .
It might’ve been the fire in his eyes as I touched him. Or possibly having ridden his face for the past half hour.
“Nica?” he asked after letting me explore. “Can you see the mirror?”
I tore my gaze away from him to watch us. My heart fluttered. This was like some sort of voyeur porn. I never thought a mirror could be this naughty.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then open your mouth, baby.”
I watched as he removed my hand from his cock. I watched myself sit up higher and tilt my head up. And then, fuck, I watched him trace my lips with his head. Watched the moisture he left behind and watched me lick it like an eager little fiend. The butterflies in my chest went wild with anticipation. Ryan was easily the largest man I’d ever seen in every aspect of the term. But when he pressed his cock against my tongue, I opened up and took him as deep as I could go.
Turned out that was a long fucking way.
He hit the back of my throat with a moan. I gagged briefly but managed to calm my reflexes with a deep breath through my nose. Ryan looked up at the ceiling. “Nica,” he sighed. “Fuck, Nica, I?—”
I hummed, slid my tongue along his shaft, and shut him up quickly. I wanted him to take charge so I could watch us. He blew out a breath and pulled out, and my gaze went back to the mirror. I watched him trace my mouth again before feeding me, just like he’d promised. Unconsciously, my hand drifted between my legs.
“Oh, god yes. Touch yourself while you suck me. I would love to see you come again with my cock in your mouth.”
That’s definitely about to happen. My eyelids were heavy, but I couldn’t turn away. Couldn’t get enough of the way he looked. Of the way I looked. My whole body burned. Everything —tonight, him, me, us—was hotter than real life ever was supposed to be. There was sex, there was passion, and then there was this .
This is this .
My bumbled line from earlier made my heart surge even more. I could taste Ryan on my tongue, could tell that he was close. I dragged my gaze from the mirror up to his face. He wet his lips and crooked a tiny smile, and I was done again. With a loud moan, I came hard on my fingers, taking him deeper even while I convulsed. Ryan’s roared yes hit my ears as he unloaded down my throat. We rode out our pleasure together until the last shivers. Then, I released him and fell back on the carpet to catch my breath.
Ryan dropped to sit beside me. He threaded his hands into his hair. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep sigh. “Holy shit.”
My head lolled to him. I’d have asked what that meant to him, but my throat was dust, and my brain cells had been eradicated from orgasms. So instead, I just stared.