29. Playing Doctor
TWENTY-NINE
PLAYING DOCTOR
RYAN
The drive back to my apartment was silent. I could tell Isa was in her head about the accident and she’s going to worry herself sick over it. In fact, she strong-armed me into handing over the keys and letting her drive.
When we got to my car, she whipped out her phone and started googling all about concussions, and when I opened her door for her, she flipped the screen around, showing me I shouldn’t be driving for twenty-four to forty-eight hours after suffering a concussion.
And thus, she snatched the keys out of my hand and practically shoved me into the passenger seat.
She even did my thing—where I buckle her in myself. She grabbed my seatbelt before I could, pulling it across my body until it clicked into place. I’m sure the look I gave her was that of some lovestruck idiot, but her trying to take care of me only makes me fall harder for her.
Despite the silence, the drive flew by. I’m not sure if it was the comfort of each other’s company that made it pass so quick, or the concussion is making me lose track of time.
Stepping off the elevator, I tighten my grip on her hand and pull her with me through the door of my place. Once inside, she tries to free herself from my grasp, but I refuse to let go.
“Ryan, you should go lie down,” she tries to encourage.
I shake my head and tug on her arm. She follows me reluctantly as I lead her into the bedroom. I pull her around so she’s standing in front of me.
“Ryan,” she whispers. “You need to rest.”
“I will. But I need this first,” I reply just as quietly, before I lean in and our lips meet slowly.
The second they touch, the tension she’s been carrying since the stadium melts away and she sinks into me.
She lets out a low hum that only spurs me on.
I snake a hand up to grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer and tilting her head up to deepen the kiss.
Her tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, and I open, tangling our tongues together.
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and gently nip at it.
I walk us backwards until the back of her legs bump against the end of the bed. With an arm looped around her waist, I guide her back onto the mattress, following her down until I’m hovering over her on my forearms.
“I need to be close to you,” she pleads. Her eyes shine with the emotions I know are still running through her head: concern, fear, relief, and something I don’t dare assume.
“Me too,” I rasp as I lean closer, dropping kisses along her jawline and down her neck. She lets out breathy whimpers, encouraging me to move onto areas she really wants the attention.
Her hands trail down my ribs until they reach the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing.
She tugs it up until I kneel and pull it fully off over my head.
In turn, I reach down to the blouse she’s wearing and work my way down, button by button, until it falls open, flashing her bare stomach and lacy bra at me.
She lifts up enough so I can tug the shirt down her arms. Slipping a hand beneath her, I undo the bra and chuck it across the room.
I dip my head down, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth, rewarding me with a gasped moan. I suck deep and nip, alternating between the two for the pleasure-pain combination I know drives her wild. Once I’ve suitably focused on one, I move to the other.
I kiss my way down her stomach until I reach the waistband of her pants. I flick the button open and drag them down her legs, revealing a matching pair of lacy underwear. I smirk up at her from my position between her legs. “Did you wear these for me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she gasps out as I lower my mouth to place feather light kisses to her pelvic bone. “Always for you.” Sliding further down her body, I trail a finger along the waistband of her panties.
“Tell me, baby. When I remove these, will I find you dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Good.”
Gripping them on either side, I slowly tug the panties down her legs, tossing them in the same direction as her bra.
I kiss my way back up her legs, planting soft presses of my lips to the inside of her knees and up her thighs until I find myself right over my destination.
I drag my tongue up her slit and she lets out a lengthy moan of pleasure until I reach her clit. I flick it once. Twice. Until she starts to writhe beneath me in a way I’ve come to understand as her asking for more. My tongue circles her clit before I draw it fully into my mouth and suck.
“God yes,” she moans.
“Not God, baby. Just me.” I smile against her because I love seeing how much she enjoys this. It’s one of my favorite ways to get her off, especially knowing I’m the only one who has ever done this for her. Gotta make up for lost time.
I wrap one arm around her thigh, holding her open wider for me, while I use my other hand to slip a finger into her. She instantly clenches around me. With another flick of my tongue against her clit, I slip a second finger inside.
“Fuck, baby. You’re clenching around my fingers so good. I can’t wait for you to do that around my cock.” I continue to pump my fingers into her, curling them up to hit the spot that has her bucking her hips further into my hand and tongue.
When her movements start to become more frantic, I know she’s close.
“Come for me, baby,” I encourage as I suck hard on her clit, throwing her over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes. Ryan, fu—” she gasps out as I feel her pussy squeeze my fingers and her entire body trembles as her orgasm rocks through her. I continue my ministrations until she slowly comes down from the high.
Pulling my fingers from her, I crawl back up her body to plant a deep kiss on her lips that has her moaning into my mouth at the taste of herself on my tongue.
I love that she’s just a little bit dirty like this.
Sitting up, I suck her orgasm off my fingers with a smirk on my face. “Fucking delicious like always, baby.”
She sits up, wrapping her arms around my neck and kisses me like she’s starving for me.
Stroking our tongues together. Bodies sliding against each other.
With each movement, she brushes my cock, causing my entire body to jolt and a hiss to escape through gritted teeth.
It’s aching and throbbing to be buried inside her.
With a move I don’t see coming, she flips us around so I’m on my back and she’s straddling my stomach, my dick bobbing against her ass.
“You need to rest,” she reminds me. I open my mouth to argue, but she plants a finger against my lips, silencing me. “I’ll take the lead on this one,” she says with a wicked grin.
I smile as I loop my arms behind my head. “By all means, have at it, baby. Use me.”
Isabella
Straddling Ryan, I lean down and fall into another kiss that steals my breath. I suck and nip on his bottom lip, forcing a groan out of him.
I work my body down until my entrance is positioned over his cock. Another groan is swallowed by my mouth when I brush up against the tip.
I sink down an inch before he jerks his hands out to grasp my hips, halting my movements. “Baby, wait,” he gasps. “Condom.” The words come out stuttered and disjointed.
My face heats with a flush as I think about the decision I’m about to make. “What if…”
His brows shoot up. “What if, what?”
“What if we didn’t use one?” I ask, the question quiet and tentative. We’ve never gone without one so I’m not entirely sure how he’ll feel about my suggestion.
His grip on my hips tightens further to the point of near pain. I’m likely going to have little bruises in each place where his fingers are digging into my hips, and it turns me on even more to think about that.
“You want… you want me to go bare?” he asks, awe in his voice.
“Yes, god, yes. I don’t want anything between us. I’m clean. I haven’t slept with anyone else but you and it’s been a few years since my last partner,” I rush out.
“Me too,” he breathes out. “Birth control?” He gasps as he tilts his hips to thrust another inch into me before I have the chance to answer, like he can’t hold himself back.
“IUD,” I moan as I slip further down his length.
“Fuuuuuck, yes,” he says as I slide all the way down until he’s bottomed out inside me. “God, your pussy feels so perfect. Made for me.”
I moan as I lift up until he’s nearly all the way out before I drop back down, forcing gasped sounds of pleasure from both of us. I move slow to start, taking in this new feeling.
It’s all at once too much and not enough.
I pick up the pace, moving up and down his length at a pace that grows frantic with every thrust.
“Ryan,” I gasp out.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His thumb finds my clit and he starts to draw small, quick circles over it as I continue to move.
“Yes, oh my god,” I moan.
“Gonna come,” he grits out. “You first.”
“I’m there,” I say just as he thrusts his hips up into me, drilling deeper, hitting that spot that makes me detonate. My body shakes and trembles as I collapse onto him.
With another thrust, he comes, groaning and burying his face in my neck.
Once we’ve both come down from our highs, Ryan chokes out a laugh.
“What?” I ask, pulling back to look at him.
“That was… wow.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah, you could say that.” I’m completely and totally in love with this man. And it takes everything in me to not blurt it out in the post-sex haze.