Chapter 11
He’s staring into my eyes as he leans in, and I can see our future together. He would take care of me and love me unconditionally. We would laugh and have so much fun together. He would do everything for me.
He would love me like nobody else would because this is Ryan Wilder.
He’s the type of guy you hold onto, the guy that you never let go of.
I have the pleasure of having him as a best friend, and I might have just ruined that with my suggestion earlier.
But with the way he was pinning me down and looking at me when we were messing around, the proposal kind of just slipped out of my mouth.
Accidentally. I’m too much of a coward to tell him how I feel, so if he can go along with this, maybe he’ll see that we can take this relationship to the next level.
With the way he’s looking at me right now, I’m convinced he’s terrified but seriously turned on. It’s probably from taking my top off. Another thing I just randomly decided to do. What woman takes off her own shirt and says that she likes to do that part herself? What the fuck is wrong with me?
He seals the deal by leaning in. As much as I’ve fantasized about my best friend, I didn’t imagine this moment when his lips touched mine for the first time.
I had no idea it would start a whole new hunger inside of me, screaming for more.
It hasn’t even been a second, and I already want him deep inside of me.
He lets his tongue slip into my mouth, and it’s so fucking good that my eyes roll back. I’m lightheaded as he presses himself against me and his hands grab the back of my head.
I moan and he pulls back, staring at me with a new light in his eyes.
“Baddie,” he breathes, looking down at me. “Come here,” he says, grabbing my hand. I follow him down the hall. We step into his bedroom and then he shuts the bedroom door behind me.
“Where were we?” he asks softly as he kisses me again.
Holy fuck. His lips are dancing against mine, and his tongue in my mouth is not like anything else. He lowers me onto the bed, hungry for me. His lips trail down my neck until he reaches the first button of my top.
“Please,” he says. “Take this off.”
Is he licking my cleavage? Shit, he is. And it feels so damn good. I moan into the air, everything pulsing in my body. Holy hell that’s so fucking good. And I’m supposed to be giving him pointers?
I sit up to take off my top again and he smiles. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
My hands fall on his cheeks as I look at his delicious body. My god.
“I haven’t had any idea,” he laughs. “But fuck, Ads, you are smoking.” He kisses me. “Hot.” His tongue enters my mouth this time. “Sexy. Beautiful.” He pulls back to look at me again. “May I?” he asks, pulling on my shorts.
They slip off as he looks at my thong. There are two hockey sticks on the front as his eyes travel up my body.
“Hockey underwear?” he asks, meeting my eyes in question. I look at it, questioning why the hell I forgot I had these on. I am so embarrassed. I shrug. “It’s game day.”
He’s staring at it now. His brows furrow as he asks, “You wear these for every one of my games?”
I shrug, afraid to admit it. And then I see the look in his lustful eyes as he observes it.
“Yeah,” I inhale.
“Baddie,” he mutters in a husky voice. He touches my knee, gliding his hand down my thigh. His fingers hover over the design. He presses against me gently, causing my body to jolt at the pleasure, and asks again, “You wear these for every one of my games?”
The contact of his fingers tracing the hockey sticks causes me to breathe heavily. I want more. I want him to show me what he’s capable of with his own hockey stick.
“Addison,” he breathes. “How… How am I supposed to play another game without remembering this moment?”
Oh, fuck, he’s rubbing me faster.
“Huh? Tell me.” He’s pushing harder now, making me moan. “How am I going to do anything now?” He’s watching me clutch at the blanket under my palms. “Tell me, Ads. How the fuck can I do anything now?”
The way he’s talking to me makes it feel so damn good. But his fingers aren’t enough anymore. I need all of him.
I sit up and take matters into my own hands.
I undo his pants as quickly as possible.
I’m on all fours on the bed, bending down to see what I’m working with here.
The curiosity I have is swirling around my stomach as he pulls off the pants.
I sit up to wait and watch him undress. He’s staring at me.
“God damn it, Baddie,” he mutters, glancing at my body.
I stare at his abs. They look fucking great. It’s ridiculous.
“I mean, you are really hot too,” I confess once he’s in his underwear. I’m staring at the bulge now. “Take those off.”
“Well, uh, do you have any advice so far?” he asks.
I shake my head, waiting impatiently.
“No feedback…at all?”
I release my bottom lip, not realizing I was chewing on it. “Feedback? You are, surprisingly, a really good kisser. Like phenomenal. You must get a lot of practice. And you are charming. The things you’re saying–” I whistle. “Careful, Wilder.”
He lifts his arms and asks, “And what about this? Do you like what you’re working with?”
My eyes travel down his abs and to the hottest v-line ever. He does a turn, so I check out his shoulders and his ass. I gulp, trying not to drool. “Good,” I murmur.
“ You are the charming one, Ads.”
We both break into a smile. He crawls onto the bed, so I fall back onto the pillow.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.
I gently nod as my hands trace his back. “Are you going to be okay?”
He leans down, pressing his body on me, and holy shit, we need to stop talking.
“I’m going to be more than okay,” he reassures me. “I want to work you up,” he whispers.
“I’m already worked up,” I say. I just want to get to it because I’m excited. I didn’t know I would be this comfortable with him above me. It doesn’t feel awkward. It’s exciting as hell.
He doesn’t listen as he lowers his body onto mine and kisses me. When his boner rubs on me, I moan. Oh, god. I need it in my mouth or something. He thrusts against me, and I hate that our underwear is interfering with possibly the hottest vanilla sex out there.
He glances down at my body as I confess, “I lied about having vanilla sex.”
“What?” he asks, leaning up.
“Yeah,” I say, swirling my finger around his chest. “I felt bad you were having boring sex, so I fibbed a little to make you feel better.”
His expression hardens. “Then what kind of sex do you have?”
“More than missionary, but I guess it’s pretty boring other than that. I really do need feedback. I think I could probably do more.”
He nods his head, biting his tongue. “Right. Yeah. It depends on what you’re going for.
” He glances around the room. “There’s vanilla sex.
You pretend to moan without an orgasm and you lay there while I do all the work.
If you want to be wild, you could take matters into your own hands and ride me.
If you want to get really dirty, I could think of a few other things. ”
I slip a finger under his underwear, feeling his stub, as I say, “Let’s do it all.”
He looks between my eyes. “I guess that would be best…” He clears his throat. “Best for practicing.”
“Oh yeah, we can schedule practice,” I offer.
“Yeah, like our Monday runs.”
I nod. “Exactly. So tonight, we’ll have vanilla sex, and then we’ll try more things another time.”
He observes my face and says, “Another time? Yes.”
“Okay,” I smile. “Can you take these off for me, please?”
He kisses me down my body, asking permission to pull off my underwear. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he removes my thong and tosses it aside. When he tugs his boxers off, I watch. My body is exploding with nerves as he drops it to the ground and steps out of it.
There it is. Ryan Wilder.
Bare ass naked in front of me.
His dick hanging between his legs.
Wow.
My heart flutters because I’m naked in front of him too.
“So?” Ryan says. He turns around for me to get a better look at his ass, and wow.
“Yeah,” I say. I can’t believe he’s naked in front of me and that I’m turned on the way I am. I didn’t ever exactly imagine this. Maybe once or twice, but the reality is far better than what I could have ever thought.
“An easy ten, am I right?” he asks.
“Okay,” I scold. “Your ego doesn’t need any more compliments.”
“Come on,” he says, flexing his back now.
“You’re a ten,” I nod. I’ve admitted this before so admitting it now isn’t anything new.
He jumps onto the bed. “Are you ready for very vanilla sex with a ten?”
“You are so full of yourself.” I smile. And goofy.
He tilts my chin, then he kisses me with his tongue skimming mine. When I feel the head of his dick graze my inner thigh, I moan.
He groans. “I love that sound, Ads.” He kisses me, pushing himself against me. The contact makes me moan again. “Are you ready?”
I reach down and grab his dick. He watches me. I move my hand to work him up a little more.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
He nods, looking at my lips. He leans down to kiss me while I aim him in.
When he enters me, my body is only in this moment. I am panting, clawing at him, and moaning in his ear.
He eases himself further into me, and holy shit, that’s it. That’s the fucking spot. He has filled me completely, and I’m in total ecstasy.
“Ryan,” I moan, throwing my head back on the pillow.
I’m utterly all his.
I don’t think I can give any advice right now because this… him.
He feels amazing.
“Ads,” he moans. “You good?”
“Am I good?” I laugh, reaching my hands out to grip the blanket. “Holy shit, am I good. I’m really good.”
He nods. “Me too,” he says, watching me.
Once he starts thrusting against me, I hold onto his shoulders and try to muffle my sounds by biting him.
He seems to like it because he returns the favor on my neck.
He’s nipping and sucking and fucking me oh-so-good that I cannot imagine why he doesn’t love having vanilla sex.
If this is what his vanilla sex is like, then I never want another flavor.
He can vanilla me all day and all night. Forever.
Our sex is so much more than basic. It’s shattering, it’s beautiful and fun .
He’s kissing me, he’s moaning, he’s staring into my eyes, his teeth have grazed my body a few times, and the way he licks my cleavage is insane!
There needs to be a study on that. It sent me.
I went straight to heaven. Like my body, soul, and mind died and went straight to heaven.
What in the Ryan Wilder was that move? Meanwhile, I am grabbing his ass, biting his lips, tongue dancing with his, and meeting his hips with each thrust until he pulls out and comes onto my stomach.
“I would have vanilla sex with you all the time,” I admit as we lay next to each other, depleted of energy. We have our clothes back on because there’s no way I would remain naked next to my best friend. Even though we just had sex, lying down without clothes on is too intimate.
Ryan rolls to his side and puts an arm over me. “So, again, I’m a ten.”
The tone of his voice is clearly joking, but I pretend to take him seriously. “Your ego just made you drop a few notches.”
He keeps his grip on me, pulling me closer. “No, because I think Baddie Addie just admitted that I’m a ten in bed.”
My eyelids flutter until I glare at him. “No, it’s just very clear to me why you only have missionary sex. Why would anyone want to switch things up when it’s like that ?”
He leans up on his elbow with a smirk. “Are you serious?”
“What?” I ask, looking up at his smile. “Oh, please.” I place my hand on his face and push him gently.
“You mean to say that it was good?”
I chuckle, starting to feel worried about his confidence. “Did you not enjoy that?”
He nods with a proud expression. “I definitely enjoyed it. That with you was different than with anyone else.”
My stomach sinks, and the instant smile on my face is burning the heck out of my cheeks. I cover my face with my hands, trying to hide it.
He grabs my hands and says, “Are you okay?”
I hold them in place, but he forces them away from my face. Now my body is curling into a ball because I don’t want him to see how hard I’m blushing. I end up on top of him, laughing my head off. My face is so red, I can feel the heat internally and externally.
He laughs under me, and I think tears are accidentally escaping my eyes from the laughing.
“Hey,” he says, finally giving up. “I would love vanilla if it was like that every time.”
“Me too,” I mutter, rolling off of him.
He says, “Okay. That feedback helps, I think. Anything else?”
“Yeah, I mean the licking is a bit much,” I tease.
His eyes dart to mine. “Too much?”
I nod because I don’t want him licking anyone else like that ever again. “Yeah, and the finger play… that’s a bit much too, Wilder.”
“You have a lot to say now, don’t you?” he jokes, hitting my foot with his.
I raise my eyebrows, staring at him without a shirt on. I sure do.
“Well, you could use some advice too,” he says.
My stomach fills with butterflies and my vision clouds with stars. The anxiety ripping through my body right now is suffocating, so I sit up.
He starts, “You could–”
I clear my throat. “If you’re about to tell me that I could move my hips more, or moan louder, or if you say that–”
“I just want your hands on me.”
I glance down at his body, pretty sure I couldn’t remove my hands from him at all. “Oh, okay. That’s easy.”
“The moaning, the moving hips…” he trips over his words. “It’s good. It is really –– I mean you’re good, Ads.” His eyes quickly glance over my body.
Now we’re awkwardly staring at each other across the bed.
“Okay,” he says, breaking the silence. He grabs his shirt and puts it on as I walk out of his room. He walks out after me and offers to cook me something to eat.
“I think I should get home. I have work in the morning,” I answer. I feel like I need to get out of here as soon as possible. I need to digest everything that happened tonight because my head is a whirlpool of emotions.
“Stay the night,” he offers. When we’re down the hallway, he points at the guestroom. “You can stay in your room.”
I turn to him, looking at the room. That wasn’t the offer I was hoping for. Oh, god, Addison, it’s not like he’s going to be like stay the night and snuggle me in my bed, baby . What universe are you living in right now? “Uh, thanks, but I’m just going to go home.”
He nods, observing me with an expression that I don’t like. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I force a grin. “I’ll see you later.”