Chapter Nineteen
The kiss was careful at first, like he was giving me the opportunity to tell him to stop.
To tell him I didn’t want it. His tongue felt around my mouth, dipping and licking and tasting but not violating, just testing.
When I relaxed a little, I felt the tip between my lips, just edging forwards, waiting for the ‘no’.
Waiting for me to push him back. But I didn’t want that.
I wanted him. Even if he was completely covered in tattoos.
Even if he didn’t look how I remembered him.
When I opened my lips, he didn’t wait any longer, filling my mouth with his tongue, swirling and stroking as his lips pulled at mine.
His fingers teased at my hair, yanking at my bobble, tiny pinpricks of pain against my scalp, and then my hair fell loose around me.
He paused, his mouth still against mine, but his lips thinning out into a smile.
Fingers brushed my scalp, moving through my hair, gentle pressure as his lips and tongue still worked, his body jammed against mine. My back pressed into the kitchen bench behind me. Yet still my hands fell limp at my sides, because I didn’t know how to touch his skin and all those tattoos.
A hand tightened in my hair, and we both heard the tiny noise I made.
Half surprise, half…something else. Loss of control now threatened at the edges.
Ryan’s hand pulled tighter, his mouth pausing on mine as he waited for another reaction, and as the exhale slipped out between us, he pulled harder.
Fuck. His lips felt over my jawbone, a scratch of teeth as he moved across it, my pinned body shuddering.
They moved lower, his beard scratching over the skin on my neck.
Another shudder, and his fist tightened harder in my hair as his lips paused against me.
The tip of his nose pressed against me, hot breath brushing my skin as he breathed, waiting. Stopping.
“Ry?” My voice fell out on my breath.
“Just give me a moment, Grey.” He pushed against me harder, his nose digging under my jawbone, his fist still in my hair, his other hand peeling away my shirt from the waistband of my trousers.
Rough fingers ran over my skin, and I shivered, letting out the tiniest whimper as the sensation moved in waves from that spot.
Ryan groaned. The vibrations hitting me in the throat, his fingers gripping my side and his lips found my neck again, kissing and plucking until his teeth grabbed at my skin. Fuck. I felt the air leave my lungs again, and he sucked at where he’d just bitten.
The pressure on my neck didn’t stop, only intensified as his hand left my hair.
And now he squeezed between us in little movements.
Quick. Deft. Well-practised. The fabric of my shirt smoothed over my shoulders, and his head dropped, lips searching over my chest. Ry’s fingers grazed the top of my chest, his lips following.
Then he wrenched at the cup of my bra. Yanking at it.
Pulling the white pad free, his mouth lowering onto the hardened nipple and sucking hard.
I cried out, unprepared for the feel of his mouth.
At how he sucked and nibbled, hard and desperate against my flesh, like he was starving and I was his next meal.
My hands found his hair, pushing through the thick strands all secured by the ponytail at the nape of his neck, and he growled against me, the sound vibrating through my nipple.
I crooked my fingers, holding his head to me as he licked and sucked.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, picking me off the floor like I weighed nothing at all and then pushing me onto the bench. He nudged my legs, and I opened them almost instinctively.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he mumbled as he stepped into me, his eyes never moving from my chest.
And then he lurched forward again, sucking the other nipple into his mouth and moaning against it as he pulled the flesh. When he flicked his tongue over the end, I almost convulsed, the sensation so deep I felt it rock up and down my body.
“Fuck,” I hissed, and the intensity increased, his fingers moving to the other side, pawing at my other breast, kneading the flesh.
When he rolled my nipple with his fingers, I yelped, pushing my chest forward into him, panting, because every assault on my nipple, every lick, every suck, everything was going straight between my legs. And I could feel him there between them, heavy denim teasing against my linen trousers.
Ryan grumbled again, a deep, dangerous purr against my skin, and I answered in a whimper.
He dropped his hand, scooping an arm around my waist and lifted me into him, moving me off the counter and turning, carrying me effortlessly.
Carefully, he dropped to his haunches in front of the sofa, laying me softly onto my back.
He paused for a second, his eyes scanning my face, and then back to my chest where my tits were exposed, my bra pulled underneath them and my nipples erect.
Fingers moved to the waistband of my trousers.
His eyes meeting mine in a moment of hesitation, and when I said nothing, only watched, he continued, teasing the material over my hips and down my thighs.
Rough pads traced over my stomach, feeling over my skin like he’d never seen it before.
His breathing was slow but deep, his eyes not meeting mine now.
Then he teased those fingers under the elastic of my knickers, slowly easing them down, watching as each tiny millimetre exposed more of me.
I wriggled my legs out of them by the time he tugged them to my knees, and now I lay in front of him exposed. Cool air tickled at my body, a slight stutter of panic now that I was naked, like it was my first time all over again, back at home in my room while my parents were out.
Ryan’s hands felt up my legs, slipping to the inside of my thighs.
They didn’t move carefully now. There was a roughness to his touch.
An urgency. Calloused fingers sending my stomach tensing as a familiar pressure built deep inside me.
He moved higher, the heat of his hand teasing at my naked pussy.
I was sure he could hear the way I breathed, the way my muscles tensed, yet he lingered there, stroking the skin between my legs like a threat.
And then I felt the tip of his finger. A pass over the top of me. Tentative, giving me the opportunity to say no again. But I didn’t say no. I arched my back, pushing myself onto him.
The growl and the pressure came at the same time.
He pushed straight inside, fingers filling me.
No soft strokes or gentle easing, and now I felt full, heat chasing up my spine, the lowest muscles of my stomach tensing hard.
His fingers moved, pulsing, crooking. I don’t think the cry or whimper even got a chance to leave my throat.
He stole it all from me, urgent, fast movement inside me, like he was scared that if he went slowly, I would stop him, change my mind.
But there was no changing my mind as he pulled those fingers upward.
There were no words or thoughts as he pushed those fingers up inside me, pumping hard until I couldn’t do anything but close my eyes and submit until my brain flooded with blackness and neon light all at once.
Between my legs something gushed. Hot and wet. Too wet, and I squirmed.
“That’s fucking beautiful, that, Soph,” he grumbled hoarsely, his breath tickling that sensitive space between my legs. “You’re ok. That’s it, Grey. Let me have it,” he coaxed, his fingers still moving in me, heat still consuming every tiny millimetre of my body as my insides convulsed around him.
“Good girl.” His voice purred between us as my eyes closed.
When I opened them again, he’d shuffled closer, his hands on the back of my thighs, tilting my pelvis.
Ryan didn’t smile, his expression the darkest I’d ever seen as he shuffled closer, looking up at me from between my legs.
Then he dipped his head. His tongue swiped against me, and I jolted in shock.
Still half delirious, I wasn’t ready for the sensation against my swollen pussy as he pushed his tongue against me.
Ry’s fingers gripped my thighs, holding me still, pulling me down onto his face as he swiped again across me, then he dipped his tongue just enough to push the tip inside.
My body tensed, and I pushed up from my feet, but he held tight, yanking me back to him as his tongue got to work, licking and swiping, moving up to suck my clit into his mouth.
He nipped the end with his teeth, just hard enough to draw a breath from me and then licked over the top in soft caresses.
My thighs clenched round his head with each swipe, rough edges of his beard scratching at my skin.
He pushed against me harder, flattening his tongue in one long, hot swipe, and the cry slipped from my lips.
He hummed in response, the vibration running all the way through me.
Through my pussy, over my clit, through my stomach.
“Shit, Ry,” I breathed, my head lolling back, that feeling of complete helplessness washing over me again.
He glanced up at me then, hazel eyes fixed on me, his beard buried between my legs, his tongue lapping and probing, watching me writhe and wriggle as he brought me closer and closer. Fuck.
Another lick. Another suck, and my head lolled back again like this time it might just fall clean off my shoulders.
Between my legs, Ryan was relentless, the pace increasing.
I grabbed at his hair, anchoring my hands, my hips working with him, moving across his face, and now I didn’t care.
I was so close, I just needed… He sucked hard suddenly, an electric shock coursing through me, my legs clamping round his head, holding him in place.
“Shit.” The words slipped out as darkness swirled all around me.
For a moment I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t tell where I was.
Didn’t know my own name. He’d taken everything from me in a few sweeps of his tongue.
But slowly, the sensation faded, and a chill crept over my naked skin.
Ryan was still between my legs, his gaze sweeping from the spot between my legs to my face.
“Fuck, Soph. When did you turn into a squirter?” His voice was still hoarse, still stoking something deep inside me from his tone alone.
“What?”
“Feel how soaking you are. How soaking I am.”
He grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand between my legs to where I lay propped on the sofa, the spot underneath me drenched. Ryan’s beard glistened under the lights. Heat erupted in my cheeks, shame building in my chest. He didn’t miss it.
“It’s ok, Soph. It’s more than ok. It’s hot as fuck.”
I shook my head, biting my lip. And the more I noticed, the wetter I realised the couch underneath me was.
“I… I’ve never done that before.”
“Fuck. Well, I fucking love it.” Ryan smiled, moving, crawling over me, his skin brushing mine as he went, and I felt a swell of pressure in my pussy. “And I want to see and taste it again and a-fucking-gain.”
He closed his mouth over mine, his lips dancing over me, his beard damp against my face. He tasted earthy, his tongue pushing into my mouth, meeting mine. And then he pulled away again.
“Fucking love the taste of you, Soph. You don’t know how much I’ve missed it.”
He smiled against me, moving slightly as he leaned more weight into me so I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my swollen lips. Ryan moved back and forth, dragging that bulge against me, making me feel him. Teasing me with what was coming next. I wanted it all. All of him.