Chapter Nine
Ryan didn’t carry me into his house—he dragged me to it.
In the space of a heartbeat, we were inside.
A nanosecond later, my back hit the wall. Ryan’s big, tall, muscled frame pinned me in place and my skirt was around my waist. All of this so hot, my mind was playing catch-up, though my body was not. My sex begged to be filled, my breasts ached, my clit throbbed.
“Panties off,” he ordered.
My pussy drenched and contracted as I scrabbled to do his bidding.
Once I was free of my panties, Ryan’s hands went to my ass and he hefted me up.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles, my arms went around his shoulders, his mouth hit mine, and I held on for the ride.
And what a ride it was. From the first swipe of Ryan’s tongue, he controlled the kiss.
I had no choice but to follow, which was good, seeing as he was a master.
So good, in fact, his tongue had magical powers.
The taste of him carried me to a place where my troubles didn’t exist. The universe was filled with rainbows and fireworks and the promise of endless bounty.
His kiss wasn’t hungry, it wasn’t unrestrained lust. It was barbaric. Pillaging at its finest. Plundering and breath stealing.
It was everything and yet not enough.
My hips rocked desperately, needing friction.
Ryan answered my silent request, sliding one hand around between us.
A moment later his fly was open, and his jeans were shoved down.
If my eyes weren’t closed, they would’ve rolled back into my head, never to be functional again, when I felt the hot, smooth, crown of his dick bump my clit.
I groaned down his throat. He growled down mine.
My excitement coated his shaft as I shamelessly rocked harder.
It was my turn to growl when he broke the kiss. With effort, I dragged my lids open, and I was no longer disappointed he was depriving me of the best kiss of my life. Not when my eyes locked with his and I was hit with a supernova of unbridled, raw need.
“You like that, baby?” he rasped, and smacked my clit with the broad head of his cock again, this time harder than before.
My answer was in the form of a moan.
I bucked my hips, wanting more.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You gonna come for me, Chloe?”
“Yes,” I breathed, already closer than should’ve been possible with only a few nudges of his cock against my clit.
“Yeah, you are.” His agreement was smug. Arrogant even. And it came out as a snarled demand that drove my need higher—along with my frustration.
“Inside.” I issued my own demand.
“Not yet. Keep sliding that sweet pussy on my cock, Chloe. Get it nice and wet.”
Okay, I didn’t need the friction, or the nudges. Ryan could talk me into an orgasm.
And when it hit, my head slammed back into the drywall, my back arched, and my muscles cramped.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous. Bet you’ll be even more stunning when you’re taking my cock, screaming my name.”
My orgasm rolled leisurely through me, my empty pussy clutching at nothing, then it wasn’t. With one brutal thrust, Ryan filled me, and my climax transformed from a slow stroll to explosive.
His mouth hit mine, his tongue darted in, but this time I struggled to follow.
Impaled on his big dick, my mind had been reduced to nothing more than sensations.
My body a live wire. I could do no more than feel.
And oh boy did I feel Ryan. Every glide of his tongue, stroke of his dick, the way his fingertips dug into my ass cheeks, the way his shoulders tensed, the power of his body as he fucked me into oblivion.
Either another orgasm was building or I was experiencing the longest one in history. I held on tighter, not wanting to fall over the edge again, too afraid I’d fly apart, never to be pieced back together.
Ryan lifted his head and speared me with a look that made me quiver.
“Don’t fight it.”
I shook my head.
He drilled into me harder.
“I can feel it, Chloe. Stop fighting.”
I didn’t ask what he could feel or how he knew.
Not that I could’ve formulated a coherent sentence if I wanted to.
Without warning, my back was no longer pressed against the wall. Ryan kept us connected as he moved deeper into the room. When he stopped, he bent us over a table. My back hit the wood, he straightened, and his thumb went between my legs.
“Now try fighting,” he taunted and circled my clit with his thumb.
I had no hope of fending off the monstrous climax. Not with him drilling into me harder and deeper than before while he was toying with my overly sensitive clit.
My eyes slammed shut, colors danced behind my lids, and pleasure tore through me.
With a faraway vague awareness, I knew I was screaming his name and a bunch of other words that were probably nothing more than incoherent babble. I might as well have been speaking in tongues or an ancient language—which would’ve made sense, seeing as Ryan fucked liked a conquering warrior.
“Oh, yeah, fucking beautiful.”
My eyes popped open. Ryan’s were downcast, watching himself tunnel in and out.
When they lifted, something inside of me shifted.
Hunger, yes. Desire, check. But it was the savage possession that had my breath whooshing from my lungs.
It was the all-encompassing feeling of a connection that I didn’t know existed.
I wasn’t so far gone I mistook his meaning.
But in that moment, Ryan owned me. And he knew it.
My body was his. It would obey his commands, and from the look in his eyes, he not only liked it but he seriously got off on it.
He dropped his gaze and watched.
My stomach clenched as I watched him.
He slowed his pace, reached behind his back, unhooked my ankles, pulled one of my legs up and around, and rested my sneaker-shod foot on his shoulder.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he said and turned his head to kiss the inside of my calf. “This right here, you on my kitchen table, taking my cock.” He paused, glanced up, smiled, then added, “Though your tits were out while I was making you scream. But we’ll rectify that round two.”
I was a hundred percent on board with a round two and both of us fully nude for it.
Once again, his gaze dropped, but this time he froze. As in, went completely solid. Brittle even, like one small movement would break him.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Fucking hell, Chloe. Sorry, baby.”
Oh God. What was wrong?
“What?” My hands came off the edge of the table, where I’d been holding on for dear life, to between my legs. All I could feel was wet, and a lot of it. Then I felt it. My fingertips brushed his cock.
His bare cock.
“Hm.”
“You on birth control?”
I nodded. “The shot.” I mentally calculated when the last time I’d gotten it and breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s good for another month or more.”
Ryan slowly dragged his length out and just as slowly pushed back in.
“You good, or you want me to finish in a condom?”
Finish?
All that wet was from me?
I lifted a hand and stared at my glistening fingertips.
“Yeah, Chloe, that’s all you.”
I looked back at Ryan and stupidly told him, “That’s not possible.”
“It’s not?” he asked with the smuggest, most egotistical smile I’d ever seen. “So it’s not your come I got running down my thighs?”
My face caught fire, and I started to squirm away. Ryan caught my leg in the crook of his elbow, his other hand went to my hip, and he leaned over me, effectively pinning me to the table.
“How real can you take it?”
I had no idea what he was asking.
“What?”
“I’ve got my cock buried deep, in your sweet pussy.
” My sweet pussy clamped tight. Ryan groaned, then continued.
“I don’t think I need to tell you I know you get off on me talking dirty to you.
But still I need to know how real can you take it before I tell you what I think about you coming so hard you leak down my thighs. ”
I wasn’t sure how real I could take it, but I was sure I wanted to know what he thought.
“Hit me.”
His smile was no less wolfish when he told me exactly what he thought in great detail.
And when he did, he stayed close, with his lips close to mine, and his gorgeous face was all I could see.
Which was good because that meant I didn’t have far to go when I buried my face into his shoulder to hide my red cheeks.
“You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.
Bar none. I haven’t tasted you yet, but I know when I get my mouth between your legs and you come on my tongue, nothing will taste sweeter.
The sounds you make, the hitches in your breath, the moans that sound like purrs.
Fuck, Chloe, so hot I’ve never had to fight so hard not to come.
You’re off the charts gorgeous, but watching you take me, good Christ. All of that, beyond amazing.
But how wet you get? How hard you come? Seeing your excitement leak, how slick you get, fuckin hell, woman . . .”
He let that hang, or maybe it was me shoving my face into his throat that told him I could take no more.
“I think that’s enough real.”
I heard and felt him chuckle. And where I felt him was two places—inside and out.
“I got that. Though I’m not sure why you’re hiding when, no lie, you’re—”
“Quiet,” I begged.
“All right, Chloe. Now answer me, baby.” He circled his hips, grinding his cock deep. “You good for me to finish inside of you?”
I couldn’t fight back the tremble.
“I’m taking that as a yes, but I need the words.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Hands back on the edge and hold on tight.”
I moved my hands back to the table.
“Tight, Chloe, I’m gonna take you hard.”
After that warning, Ryan took me hard, and it was a good thing he gave me the extra warning, because I didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck me any harder than he already had.
But I was wrong. Way wrong. And I loved every pounding second of it.
When his orgasm hit, he sealed his mouth over mine and groaned.
It tasted sweet.