Chapter Twenty Three #2
“That’s it, Soph,” Ryan’s voice growled in my ear, his fingers never stopping.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t buck my hips. My own orgasm was pinning me to the spot. Holding me prisoner until a flush of heat hit my legs like I’d wet myself.
“Oh God,” the words escaped before I could stop them.
“It’s ok, darlin’,” Ry reassured. “You’re just squirting for me. And it’s so fucking amazing.”
His fingers didn’t stop. Wet noises echoed around the room.
Inside, every muscle felt like it was spasming, squeezing out every bit of fluid my body contained until I lay there dazed, staring up at him, but not seeing anything.
He pulled his fingers out of me slowly and I felt every millimetre leave me, my pussy overly sensitive.
“Did I…”
“Yes, Grey. You did. And I fucking love it, darlin’’.” Ryan pushed his lips to mine, taking a long, slow kiss before releasing my hands.
I felt the wet creeping between my legs, my linen trousers sticking to my skin. Ry smiled against my lips.
“Fucking soaked now, sweetheart. Better get these trousers off you.”
I think I agreed, but I was still too dazed and confused to say much other than nod, and his hands were already tugging them down my hips and over my thighs. When the air hit my skin, it was cold.
Ryan stood up off the sofa, pushing his cut off his shoulders, shrugging out of his leather jacket and then pulling the hoodie over his head.
I watched almost helplessly, my heart still beating into my ears, as he pulled at the button of his jeans.
He’d barely pushed them over his hips when his cock sprang out.
Hard, ready and mean. Metal already glinting in the living room light.
“Look at me, Grey,” his voice rumbled overhead, and I eventually snatched my eyes away. “We don’t have to…”
“No.” My voice was clipped. Too stern, and for a second, I bit my lip. “No,” I repeated more softly. “I want to… I just.”
“I’ll go slow, Sophie. Give you time to adjust to each one. I know you’ll get wet enough for me. You already are.” Ry reached for my hand, pulling it between my legs, pushing my fingers into myself. “See?”
I nodded, unable to take my teeth from my lip in case it trembled uncontrollably.
He pushed at the collar of my woollen overcoat, and I wriggled it off my shoulders, his fingers already popping buttons free from the shirt underneath.
When he brushed the thin material aside, he moved away, sitting back on his haunches, his pierced dick rearing up and his eyes raking over my chest.
“Soph, you’re so fucking beautiful,” his voice mumbled low and deep, and for a moment I wasn’t sure whether he might just eat me. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed these.”
He moved quickly, ripping the cups of my bra sideways, replacing them with his hands, the tips of rough fingers brushing my nipples.
I arched my back into him, involuntarily.
He groaned or growled. I couldn’t tell which, the sound muffled as his face sank into my chest, his beard scratching, making me gasp.
His teeth grazed over a nipple, a warning.
Because suddenly he’d pulled it into his mouth, sucking and nipping until I was writhing underneath him.
I bucked my hips, my body reacting without my consent, my pussy brushing the head of his cock.
It was a growl this time as he sucked harder, vibrations racing through my flesh.
“Shit, Ry,” I whimpered, shoving my fingers into his hair and pulling him into me.
I felt a brush between my legs, the tips of his fingers teasing, my pussy pulsing with need the minute he stroked them through me.
He pushed inside quickly. No warning. No careful positioning, just straight inside me, like he knew exactly where I was.
My insides shuddered immediately, warmth pooling straight away.
He didn’t move slow. He gathered speed, straight to the same assault as before, pumping his fingers up into me.
Every time I shuddered or writhed under him, I felt his teeth at my nipple.
Every thrust of my hips and he sucked harder, swirling his tongue until my senses were flooded.
Overloaded. This time I felt it before I heard it.
A sudden tension, a release, a gush, the spread of warmth.
Ryan moved his mouth from my breast, shuffling up me slightly.
“Good, fucking girl.” There was no mistaking the growl in his voice this time. It was raw, feral, threatening, and my pussy clenched. “You ready for me, Grey?” his words tickled my earlobe, hot breath dashing disturbing my hair.
I nodded.
Ryan moved, pulling his fingers from me, cold air rushing to the spot his hand had been.
I propped myself up on my elbows, watching his hand move to his cock and wrapping around the base.
It looked worse in his hand, hard, angry, metal like weapons.
Pre-cum glistened on the end like a jewel, contradicting the monster pointing towards me.
Ry pumped the shaft, the metal moving. My stomach tightened, pushing heat to my pussy like it knew I was going to need it.
When he dipped forward again, his lips felt for mine.
He was gentle at first. I felt the brush of his knuckles against my thigh and the movement of his head against me as he pulled himself through my wetness.
He swirled his finger, smearing his pre-cum, lubricating the tip with both our juices.
His tongue pushed into my mouth roughly with a grunt, suddenly hard, taking my breath away.
Between my legs, I felt him. The tip pushing into me as confident as those fingers had been just a moment ago.
He didn’t need to feel for me, he knew exactly where I was, the head of his cock forcing me open.
His teeth nipped mine. A spark of pain and a thrust of his hips.
Something solid moving into me, and I squeaked under his mouth, half in fright.
He sucked hard against my lips, his tongue following, and then he grunted as he slid further into me.
Another bump. Another pull on my flesh. I counted three.
Three fucking barbellls inside me. My stomach burned like it was on fire, and my pussy stretched as the fourth slipped inside, moving through the path the others had created.
Ryan moved his lips to my ear, his breath dusting there a second, and I could feel his heart beating against my chest. And then his teeth clamped down on my earlobe, biting and sucking.
I drew in a breath, the sudden pain taking any words away.
His hips moved hard then, pushing against me, thrusting his cock inside, the remaining barbellls grabbing at my flesh as they were forced inside.
Now, I cried out. Pain. Pleasure. Heat. Something else all merged into one overloaded cocktail of sensation.
Ryan didn’t stop. Didn’t give me time to adjust. He grunted as he pulled back, moving the metal inside me.
Pulling his barbaric cock through my tissues as my pussy screamed and begged.
Or maybe that was me? Because I felt the moan come up from his chest, his hands moving into my hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling back.
His eyes locking on mine as between my legs his cock pushed back in, my legs jolting around him.
“Oh, God.” That whimper was definitely mine.
He fisted my hair, pricks of pain in my scalp, heavier in my pussy, each thrust from his cock bumping through me. He pulled my leg over his hip with his free hand, sinking deeper into me so our pubic bones ground together each time he bottomed out.
“You’re fucking incredible, Soph,” he growled against my ear, his hips working into me, stealing any reaction that I could give.
“Shit,” I hissed as he filled me again, the thrusts growing stronger, metal moving inside me, pulling and pushing, and heat flaring in my stomach. “Ry…”
“Not yet, darlin’.” His hand let go of my hair and his cock pulled free, and I shuddered, much too close for him to make movements against me like that.
Grabbing my arms, he pulled me upright and then, as if I weighed nothing at all, he flipped me over so I was facing the leather of the sofa.
I shuffled into position in front of him, my arms on the seats, my knees on the floor, my bra falling away so I was now fully naked.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him.
His hands rubbed my arse cheeks, pushing them apart as he gazed hungrily at every part of me, and for a second my heart stuttered, my breath catching in my throat.
But then he pushed my legs together, and I watched as he pushed the tip of his cock towards me, and I felt it against my pussy, a fuzzy throb building inside me already.
I closed my eyes as he entered me. The same tiny pricks of pain, but this time they made something swell inside my stomach, blooming out in a creeping heat. He glided inside me this time. Not barbell by barbell but one long, slow entry, teasing me, so that I felt every piercing push through me.
For a second or two, he didn’t move. Just stayed there with his cock deep inside me, my body trembling, knowing that the minute he moved the spasms would start again. His hands stroked my arse, rough fingers smoothing over sensitive skin, and I shuddered, moving slightly.
“You think you can squirt round my cock, Soph?” His voice growled just above my ear. “Be a good girl for me, Grey.”
He moved his hips and my thighs shook, every muscle in my body clenching.
“Ah, fuck,” he growled behind me.
He pulled out slowly, every fucking piercing pulling and grabbing at me like they were trying to get purchase and not let go.
His cock moved faster, pistoning in and out, pumping me full of metal, his hips working hard, his legs slapping my thighs.
He bent forward, covering my body with his, and I felt the unevenness of his nipples, metal sliding across my back and inside me all at once.
The whimper tumbled out before I had time to stop it, my pussy clenching with it.
The hands on my arse moved underneath me, reaching for my nipples, smoothing over the top of them, rolling them between his fingers as his cock worked from behind me.
I groaned or cried, the sound lost as quickly in the clouds forming in my brain. Ryan’s fingers squeezed tighter, his mouth hot against the back of my neck, teeth raking at my skin.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my thighs shuddering.
A hand felt around my stomach, feeling down the centre, moving between my legs where his cock didn’t stop, metal punishing my insides.
“I’m gonna need you to come for me, Grey,” his voice growled deep. “You ready?”
I nodded. I squeaked something out. But words they were not. Just a jumble of sounds as his fingers swirled my clit. He thrust faster now, a hand moving into the back of my hair and ripping my head back painfully.
I grunted. Ryan pumped harder, a growling, moaning, deep noise from on top of me.
His fingers nipped and swirled. His cock rammed in and out and now I couldn’t make out one barbell from another, the metal lighting my insides on fire with every stroke and a pulsing, buzzing wave rushing from where Ryan attacked my clit.
I shook suddenly, squirming under him, trying to tear his hands off me as everything came crashing together in an overwhelming explosion of pain, pleasure, ecstasy, confusion and the sudden gush of something warm and wet.
“That’s my girl,” Ryan’s voice rasped, his fingers not stopping.
And now it was my voice I could hear screaming underneath his bulk, my body shuddering and convulsing.
“Fucking beautiful Soph,” he said through gritted teeth over the top of me. “Now be a good girl and take me proper.”
Now he really moved, pulling out of me and slamming back into me, grunting and swearing with each hard thrust of his cock into my overwhelmed pussy. My insides tightened and screamed, too confused to recognise whether this was pain or pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, yes.”
He pumped harder. Faster.
“Fuck…this cunt...”
The words were dirty. Wrong. And another wave of heat swirled inside my stomach. His grunts filled the room. Animalistic. Louder. His hips never stopping.
“Can I come inside you, Soph?” the words barely escaped.
I should say no. But my head was swamped with sensations I didn’t have words for.
“Tell me, Grey,” his words were thick with darkness. A man on the very edge.
“Yes,” I breathed, something carnal taking over in my brain. “Come in me, Ry.”
“Fuck,” he growled, pressing hard into me.
So hard he forced my body into the leather of his sofa, his weight on top of me as he ravaged me from behind in another three hard strokes.
Ryan didn’t pull out straight away. He lay there, his body on top of mine, thick tattooed arms either side of my head, my face pushed into the sofa. Our chests rose and fell together. Something trickled warm down my leg.
“I’m going to pull out now, Soph. Might hurt a bit,” Ryan muttered softly, pushing his weight off me.
I felt him move. Felt him ease his dick slowly out of me. Our combined juices let it slide out gently, but still my insides ached with every millimetre his cock travelled out of me. I exhaled slowly, swallowing the little gasp of discomfort.
He stood for a while, looking down at me as I watched him over my shoulder, too exhausted to move. My naked body on show and at his mercy, and something warm and fuzzy dulling every other sensation.