25. Nica
25
NICA
He met me in the middle of the room and knelt down. I reached for his shoulders as Ryan undid my jeans and looked up at me. “Lie down. Pants off. Underwear off. My jersey fucking on .”
I shimmied out of the jeans and ran my hands over the navy and maroon top. “You like seeing me in this?”
He wet his lips and nodded. “It turns me on. Much more than I anticipated it would.”
“Didn’t realize how hot it would be to see your name on my back?”
“Something like that, yes. Lie down, Trouble.”
I inched the bottom of it high enough to reveal my maroon lace panties. “I wore the good stuff tonight.”
Ryan’s palms wrapped around my hips. His thumbs stroked just below my belly button. “So you did. Shame I need them off so fast.”
“Well, we could wait on that.”
But he yanked the panties down my legs. “Hush and do as I said.”
His smile curled into a smirk. I shivered and dropped to the carpet. Ryan walked out into a plank, just like he’d done at the gym that day. Except this time, he was planking directly over me.
Just like I’d fantasized about him doing after the gym that day.
Biceps flexed as he lowered down enough to kiss me. My eyes fluttered open when he pulled back. Ryan gazed down at me. He kissed my chin. Inching backward with his forearms, he kissed my throat.
And he kept going.
I stared, mesmerized, as he walked on his arms down my body until his face was over the jersey’s hem. Ryan used his nose to inch the fabric up, and then he ducked his head and licked.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
“Fuck,” he whispered at the same time.
Another lick, this one pushing my lips apart a little more. Green eyes lifted to me. “Take off my glasses.” I did, and he nodded. “Now, lay there in my jersey, watch me devour you, and come on my tongue like the good fucking girl you are.”
Holy hell. I didn’t know he could be so bossy. I almost wanted to protest, just to see what sexy thing he said next. But my body was in no mood to argue. I kept my gaze locked with his. He started with teasing licks to make me squirm. Just as his biceps began to shake and my clit started to throb, he dropped out of the plank and onto his stomach. Broad palms pushed my thighs apart.
That man ate me like it was his job.
He must’ve collected all my data last night because I was a quivering mess within moments. Two fingers thrust inside of me. I felt them crook, stroking my front wall while his tongue attended my clit.
“Ryan, god, yes, please. Please, please, please,” I wailed as I detonated.
When I stilled, he pulled back. “So fucking good,” he whispered. His breath tickled my soaked, sensitive skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut and threaded my fingers in his hair. Ryan lay his head on my belly. His arms rested at my hips, almost like a hug. My heart damn near burst. I know it’s the orgasm and the, okay, everything… but good god, Ryan Molloy. I think I could love you.
Pure terror gripped me—for a moment. It was the terror of a life spent making do. The fear of never being good enough and always needing to get by. The default assumption that things would fall through, and all I’d ever have to rely on was myself.
But all that was only a moment. For whatever reason, my usual worries and assumptions melted away. I had no idea why or what caused it, but my body rose and fell with a contented sigh. As if this moment were enough and I could trust that that was true.
Ryan stirred and looked up at me. “So.”
I bit my lip at his cheeky expression. “So?”
“So that was amazing?—”
“Pretty sure I’m the one who’s supposed to say that.”
He quirked a brow. “You can. But if you think I didn’t love it too, you’re out of your mind.”
Everything. Everything about you, Goalie. My cheeks heated. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Eating this pussy? Hell yeah, I did.” His pupils got bigger as a wicked smirk curved those shiny lips.
His words sent a shiver through me. I crooked my finger, and Ryan crawled over me while I finger-combed his hair. “Do you really not mind how I taste?”
“Mm-mm. You taste like pure trouble.”
Ouch. I forced a little smile, but my voice was thin. “Do I?”
His smile was the opposite of mine. Broad and unforced. “Not at all.”
Three little words. All he needed to tell me a hell of a lot. A potent cocktail of relief, joy, and lust crashed over me. I pulled him down, demanding his kiss. He tasted like me, and I didn’t give a damn.
“So that was amazing, but I need your cock inside me,” I mumbled between kisses.
“Read my mind,” he answered before flipping us so that I was on top.
But I pressed into his chest and sat up. “Not on the floor. Ha, well. Unless it’s in front of the mirror.”
Ryan’s brows flew up. “That’s your kink?”
I shrugged. “Seems so.”
He urged me off of him and walked into the closet. Moments later, he returned with the mirror, which he set by the bed. “I’ll figure out a better solution later. But if you want to watch yourself, then I am here for it.”
My heart pounded with excitement. Ryan pulled me up to stand. He reached for the hem of my jersey, but I stepped back. “Can’t I wear it? There’s nothing to see underneath.”
“There’s you . No, you may not wear it.”
I fidgeted. “I want to, though.”
He glared at me. Before I knew what happened, he yanked the jersey over my head. Damn goalie reflexes. I struggled, but he wasn’t having it. My bra hit the floor a second later.
“Dammit! I wore the pushup for a reason!” I crossed my arms over my chest and stamped my foot.
“Don’t be a brat. Unless you want a spanking.”
“You’re not appreciating my efforts. I’m trying to be pretty and sexy to make up for last?—”
Ryan grabbed my shoulders and spun me to face the mirror. “Look at yourself. If you feel good going out with sexy underwear, makeup, or whatever, then great. Good for you. But in my bedroom, Nica Solance, you are always…” His lips touched my shoulder. “So damn sexy.”
He turned my chin so that I met his gaze. “So perfectly you ,” he whispered before kissing my mouth.
Tears pricked my eyes, but my heart overflowed with the sweetest sensation. I could absolutely fall in love with you.
Deep down, I knew I already had.
Crack!
I heard the sound before I registered his palm on my ass. “Ohh,” I groaned, breaking the kiss.
“So don’t be a brat about it. Understand?” He spanked me again. This time, he squeezed my cheek and slipped his fingers between my thighs. “Goddamn, this pussy is soaked.”
His fingers teased between my legs, and I hissed. “Then fuck it hard.”
Ryan wrapped one arm around me. His chest vibrated with a low laugh. “Naughty girl. You’re ready to get fucked?”
I peeked at the mirror to see him holding me while my hips swiveled over those fingers. Shamelessly needy. More ready than I’d ever been in my life. “You tell me, Goalie.”
He released me. I spun around to help him strip. My fingers shook, but I worked quickly. He dropped his pants to the floor. I peeled off his underwear and wrapped my hand around his cock.
“Fuck.” My eyes fluttered shut as I stroked him.
“Get on your hands and knees on that bed right now.”
My lips curved. “I love it when you boss me.”
He gripped my shoulders and damn near tossed me onto the bed. I scrambled to all fours, facing the mirror while he rolled on a condom. My gaze didn’t leave the reflection. I tracked him walking to the bed, crawling on, and kneeling behind me. His fingertips skimmed my hips and back.
I didn’t expect the way his face softened and his eyes closed. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, meeting mine in the mirror.
“All okay, Goalie?”
“Fucking perfect, Trouble.”
Before I could say more, his fingers dug into my hips. Ryan thrust up, and ecstatic pain shot through me. Good lord, he was a lot to take. I’d done well with my mouth last night but feeling him buried inside of me was different. A wail ripped from me as my head hit the bed. “Jesus Christ,” I panted.
Ryan didn’t move. “Are you okay? Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Fuck, you’re big,” I gasped/laughed.
He started to pull out. “We can?—”
But I rocked my hips back, chasing him. “We’re good. Just bear with me while I get used to you.”
He froze again. “You’re giving me an inflated ego and making me worried about you all at once.”
I lifted my head to look over my shoulder at him. “Think less. Fuck more.”
A single laugh slipped out of him before he gripped my hips again. “Fine.”
He started slow. I couldn’t stop moaning as my body stretched and acclimated to him. My god, between his mouth and his dick, he was ruining me for all future men. How would I ever be satisfied by someone else?
“Ryan,” I wailed.
“Nica.” My name growled through clenched teeth. My name as an answer to everything he needed. As a promise that I was enough. That he was as into this as I was.
Or he was just really, really turned on, and I was losing my mind to the pleasure.
I finally opened my eyes to take in the sight of him behind me. My hair fell over my bright-red face, tits swaying with each thrust. Oh, but him. He was huge, he held me fiercely, and the look of bliss on his face was perfect. I thought of him in his gear tonight, how impenetrable those pads and blockers had looked.
I got through. Lucky, lucky girl.
Ryan looked up and found me watching him. His eyes flared. Abruptly, he pulled out and lay on his back, motioning me to climb on.
So then I got to watch myself ride him.
“Where is your vibrator?” he growled.
“Downstairs in my purse.” I stared at the place where our bodies connected, unable to get enough of the sight of him sliding in and out of me.
“Go get it.”
“Oh, Ryan, I?—”
He pinched my thigh. “This cock will wait for you, baby. Go get it. I want to use it on you while you ride me.”
“I like when you call me baby.”
I glanced down, and he gave me a cheeky smile. With a huff, I slid off of him. My legs wobbled, but I hurried to find my purse. Henrik peeked at me but shuffled back to bed when I flew back upstairs.
True to word, Ryan hadn’t moved. He stroked himself slowly, gaze tracking my every move as I hurried back to the bed. I pressed the toy into his palm, threw my leg over him, and froze up high on my knees.
“What?” he asked at last.
I smiled. “I like watching you slide into me.”
“Hmm, me too, baby . Let’s see it.” He held his cock upright, teasing my lips until I spread my knees and sank down onto him.
When I’d found a good rhythm, I nodded and heard him switch the toy on. He touched it to my clit, and I jolted. It took him a few tries to find the perfect spot.
Oh, but when he did.
Pleasure condensed inside me immediately. My movements got slower, more deliberate. “You like it right there?”
“Right there, baby,” I panted.
Ryan hummed.
“Right there. Right there. Right…”
My head tipped back with a howl. Waves of pleasure condensed and pooled around his cock inside of me, drawing out and intensifying the pleasure. I was so full of him, and it was so incredible.
“That was perfect,” he whispered when I quit moaning.
My head lolled while Ryan put me on my back and fucked me into the mattress. I held his massive shoulders and let him go hard. It didn’t take long for sweat to slick his skin. His hips jerked erratically. “Nica, I’m done. I… you. You’re— fuck .”
He came with a long groan. I held on and encouraged him through it. At last, he pitched forward and lay still.
“I love you,” I mouthed to the ceiling.
Right after sex wasn’t the time to say it, but the more I thought of it, the easier it was to admit.
Yet again, I didn’t expect how easy that thought would be. Maybe this wasn’t a fairytale. But it was the sweetest thing I’d ever known.