26. Sienna
26
SIENNA
T he next thing I feel are his lips on mine.
He is kissing me.
It’s not a forceful kiss, not the longing, I-can’t-wait-another-second-to-finally-ravish-you kiss. It’s careful and gentle and calming.
Our bodies aren’t even touching, except for his hands that are embracing my face, and my hands that are clawing into his arms. And now our lips. He’s even softer than I remember.
Time seems to slow down, creating a bubble of intimacy around us as the outside world fades away. My senses awaken to the intoxicating taste and scent of Ryker Please Never Stop Grayson. His body leans into mine, mine into his, seeking safety and comfort, and ultimately finding something even more profound.
Carefully, his tongue searches for mine, and, once they meet, my burning anxiety is swept away by a warmth that I’ve never felt before, one that’s so fulfilling, the anticipation of it eventually fading already hurts.
He pulls me in. One hand in my neck, the other on the small of my back. He leans over, making me acutely aware of how tiny I feel at this moment. I feel protected. Like nothing could ever happen to me.
His stubble tickles my cheeks and causes me to giggle.
“That bad, huh?” Ryker asks with a smirk on his face.
The ground underneath us shakes gently, making me realize we had been moving once again.
“Terrible,” I lean into his arms to kiss him once more, “but it’s alright. I’ll allow it.”
Both his hands dig into my ass, lift me up and press me against the wall. I can feel his cock. I love how hard he is for me, because of me.
The elevator door opens and Ryker carries me out, then pushes me up against the wall in the empty lobby and kisses my neck. The sensation of his soft lips, his rough stubble and his maddening scent make me moan louder than I probably should in public.
He stops for a second and stares into my eyes, still pinning me against the wall with his heavy body. “Your bathroom or mine?”
I chuckle. “Both. Both sound good.”
“Your place first then, it’s closer.”
With our hands interlocked, we rush to his car and have Miles take us to Haven. When he drops us off, Ryker tells him to take the rest of the night off. I add that he can take the next two days off as well and then race My Mr. Grayson to the apartment.
The door closes with a loud thud behind us and I find myself once again staring into his dark eyes. The mood shifts instantly. We couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves during the car ride here, but now that raw sexual energy has shifted to something more profound, something more deliberate. This isn’t just our bodies doing what they can’t help doing like when we first met, this is us deciding to be here, to do this.
Ryker is the first to close the gap between us. Using two fingers, he moves a strand of hair from my face and tugs it behind my ear. “I love your wild sex curls.”
“Thanks,” I gasp with anticipation. “I usually just call it my hair.”
He grins, his face moving toward mine until the tips of our noses are touching. “And I love that adorable button nose of yours.”
My cheeks burn up at his words. “I fell on it really hard when I was like 12. Pretty sure it stopped growing afterwards.”
“It’s perfect.” He gives me a nose kiss and lets his forehead touch mine. We breathe each other in as we slowly begin undressing. I take my time to open each button on his shirt individually, slowly revealing his heaving chest. He showers me in kisses while caressing my body, before unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. When he sees me in nothing but my lingerie, a low rumble travels from his exposed chest to mine. It’s like my body picks up his frequency and matches it, ready to become one. We step out of our shoes, Ryker picks me up, then gently places me in the center of my bed.
“I don’t usually do this,” he says and spreads my legs apart to make room for himself.
“Do what?”
“Fuck the same person twice.”
“We’re not fucking,” I say and follow up by wrapping my legs around his hips to get him closer to me.
He leans down and grunts as his cock twitches inside his pants and against me. “We really aren’t, are we?”
I shake my head and kiss him once more. “No. If that scares you, we can still stop.”
“Nothing about you scares me,” he whispers into my ear and gently nibbles on it, which sends shivers all the way to my toes.
A moan escapes my lips. “How dare you insult me to my face while kissing me like this?” I unbuckle his belt and use my legs to pull down his pants. “You could at least pretend to be a little scared.”
Ryker’s mouth smirks as it slowly travels down my neck. He stops at my collarbone, making my eyes roll back in my head. As his teeth graze my neck, he opens my bra, pulls it off and mumbles how he loves the way I feel to his touch. His trail of kisses moves further down to my tits, and I get the sudden urge to smother him. I don’t know why, but I crave to pull him against me tightly. As tight as possible. So I do.
When I don’t stop, Ryker lifts his body back up and, since I still don’t let go, me with him. I squeeze even harder, then drop back down onto the bed.
He takes a deep breath and looks at me with a grin. “What was that?” he asks, propped up above me.
“Just felt like hugging you. Don’t know why.”
With a smile, he starts playing with my breasts again. They’re more sensitive than usual for some reason, and I moan loudly when he twists them gently. “Probably because you’ve been wanting to do that for quite some time now.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I admit and observe as his mouth slowly closes around my nipple while his eyes stay zeroed in on mine.
He is reading me, learning what makes me react, absorbing how my body works. His attention turns me on even more.
It’s not just that he is objectively flawless on the outside, it’s also that he is incredibly loving, and compassionate, and observant.
God damn it. I really like Ryker Fucking Grayson. Like, really like him.
His tongue trails further down to my belly while his fingers continue to tease my nipples. My back arches instinctually, and I can’t wait for what’s about to happen. Ryker’s fingers trace every valley and mountain on my body down to my private parts, where they finally remove my panties. While hovering over my pussy with panting breaths, his eyes are still trained on mine. But there’s something different in them now. They’re not fighting me anymore, they’re also not fucking me. I swallow hard. Whatever it is they are doing now, it’s more… affectionate, more intimate.
His gaze never lets go of me as his tongue glides through my wetness. He hums as if he has just tasted heaven. Desperate for more, his mouth closes all around my pussy.
I wish I could keep watching him, but I hardly have any control over what my body does now. The more his tongue moves over my clit, the more I writhe around in the sheets underneath me. I let my hands glide through his soft hair and gently press him down whenever it feels especially good. Which is the entire time.
Slowly, I can feel a cascade of orgasms approaching. It’s lucky that all my neighbors are hearing impaired because I think my moans are already louder than they’ve ever been.
“Holy fuck,” I let out when Ryker massages my tits and simultaneously pushes his tongue inside me.
“God, I would be okay if all I ever got to taste again was you,” he mumbles between breaths and drives me even more insane.
“That’s— That’s good,” I moan as his tongue teases my clit, “because you might not have a choice. I might have to lock you in here so we can keep doing this.”
He is picking up the pace now. His pressure increases and, as if on autopilot, I move against him, building one wave after another. This is like nothing I have ever felt before. It doesn’t even make sense to me. We are not supposed to be doing this together, and yet here we are.
“Ry—” My plead is cut off by his tongue and an ensuing moan. “Babe,” I whisper and watch his eyes dart up to me at once. “You’re gonna make me come.”
There’s spit and my own juices clinging to his beard, and right in-between sits the most beguiling grin I have ever seen. He crawls up to face me, brushes some hair out of the way, and presses a heavy kiss on my lips. “Say it again.”
I place a little peck on his nose and do as I am told. “Babe.”
His ensuing grin turns me into the most desperate of puddles underneath him. I love that he loves the nickname. I love calling him that.
Ryker moves back down to my nether regions and continues where he just stopped. Within seconds, the waves are back, building up inside me, threatening to crush and bury me underneath.
“Babe,” I say, because there’s nothing else on my mind in that moment.
Nothing but him and his overwhelming touch. Nothing but him and his magic tongue that moves into me. Nothing but him and his nimble fingers that have me twisted all around them.
“Ohh, baaaabe,” I draw the words out. Making them match the movement of his thrusts.
I arch into him and listen to his muffled grunts. They’re deep and powerful and long overdue. Like all of this. I didn’t even know how much I have been wanting it, how much I have been needing it.
His fingers move in and out of me and pick up the pace.
“Babe,” I say, now shorter than before. “Babe.” His hand moves faster, his tongue all the while playing with my clit. “Babe,” it comes out in short repetitions now. “Babe,” I repeat, like it’s a song stuck in my mind.
When the first wave finally crashes over me, it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced. For a moment, nothing in the universe matters but this, the two of us. All that exists is right here, and it’s all that I need. I ride that wave for as long as I can, before a second and a third wash all over me. When they eventually ebb off, just like at the party, I feel a sudden pang of anger. I am angry at the never-ending orgasm, angry at Ryker for making me come like no one ever has, angry at myself for… I don’t even know where to begin.
“SON OF A B—” I grunt and am promptly hit with a pillow to the face.
“That bad, hm?” He asks with a laugh.
I pull the pillow over my mouth and scream into it with the little energy I have left.
Ryker places a gentle kiss on my clit that makes me shiver, before he comes up from between my legs. He lays next to me on his side, pushes the pillow off and pulls me in.
“Why do you have to keep doing that?” I ask.
“Pretty sure I’ve never done anything like this my entire life.”
“Exactly!” I shout and kiss his wet mouth. “How am I supposed to hate you when you’re… like this?” Then I take the pillow and hit him on his butt. His absolutely immaculate butt.
Ryker pulls me in for a bear hug and nibbles on my ear, then whispers into it, “We will have to talk this out afterwards. There are some more things I have been dying to do to you.”
“Alright,” I answer, and grab his dick while smothered against his chest. “Because I really do need you to make this even worse for me in the best way possible.”