Chapter 42 – ryan #2
Pippa and I break apart to look up at all our friends—the guys, plus Cat and Brinley—staring at us. Pippa instinctively raises her hands to cover her chest, even though she’s still fully clothed. For now.
“We texted you,” Cat explains breathlessly. “Nate checked the security tapes and saw that Ryan came up here and—”
“We were a little busy,” I mutter.
“Right—duh, of course.”
Brinley shields her eyes with a hand, elbowing Luke to encourage him to do the same. “Don’t look at them!”
“Someone close the doors!” Nate orders from the back.
Beau just laughs. “Don’t mind us, man. We’re just leaving. As you were.”
James jams his finger against the “Close Doors” button until everyone is finally, mercifully gone, though we can still hear them giggling the whole ride back downstairs.
Pippa groans. “Oh my god, they really just caught us.”
“They were going to find out eventually, Pips.” Her face is bright red from blushing, and I chuckle as I kiss each of her cheeks. “You think they’ll ever let us live this down?”
Her hands go from her chest to cover her face. “Nope. Never.”
“Hey.” I grab both her wrists, pulling them up above her head. “Don’t cover your face. You’re so cute when you’re all embarrassed.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but she turns even redder. It spreads down her neck and…
“In fact, I want to see how far down this blush goes.”
Pippa nods, biting her lip and looking goddamn adorable. I yank her sweater over her head, then her black lace bralette. Once her torso’s bare, she raises her hands back up above her head—right where I put them earlier.
“That’s right. Keep your hands up there,” I instruct, grinning. “I want to look at you, all spread out on the table.”
She kicks her shoes off, and I make quick work of the button on her jeans, pulling them down her legs along with her underwear. She looks so goddamn perfect, her olive skin against the emerald-green velvet.
“Fuck, I’m going to make you drip all over this table.”
Pippa’s blush goes all the way down her neck, and I pull off my shirt, too, before I crawl on top of her to kiss it. Her neck is silky under my lips, and she moans softly.
“Here’s the deal, Pippa,” I mutter. “I’m not going to tie your hands, because I know you’re going to be good for me. Aren’t you, baby?””
She nods. “I’ll try.”
I lower my mouth to her breast, dragging my teeth around the swell of her flesh. “You’ll do better than try. I know how much you missed me touching you. Just like I know how miserable you’ll be if I stop.”
I pull my mouth away, close enough that she can feel my breath.
Just like I expected, she whines and shoves her chest up toward my mouth.
I watch her squirm for a minute, so pretty and desperate.
Her hands twitch over her head, and I know she’s tempted to grab my head and move my mouth right where she wants it.
She doesn’t, though. She listened while I explained the rules, and since we’re at the poker table, we’re both ready to play.
I reward her restraint by drawing one taut nipple into my mouth. She moans as I lap and suck at it, torturing the tight little bud. Nobody has prettier, more perfect tits than hers. Fuck, I could spend days just doing this.
My mouth moves down, kissing the lower curve of her other breast, down the center of her stomach, until I stop just over her pretty bare cunt. I can already smell her sweet slickness, and my mouth waters. Pippa takes a shuddering breath anticipating.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
I sink to my knees, dragging my fingernails lightly over the sensitive skin of her thighs. Her knees instinctively press together, but my shoulders block them from closing. I chuckle darkly.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her knee before nudging it further to fall to one side. “On my table, in my bed, always on my mind—exactly where you belong. Lay back, Pips, I want to worship what’s mine.”
She whimpers, doing what I say. With her arms over her head and her legs spread wide, she looks like a feast, laid out on the table just for me. And lucky for her, I’m starving.
I drag the flat of my tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit.
Pippa whines, and I peer up to see the tense lines of her body as she tries so hard to hold still.
I lick her slowly along the same path, savoring the sweetness dripping from her.
Every pass of my tongue makes her pussy weep more, until it’s dripping down my chin.
Pippa’s hips thrust up against my mouth, and her silken thighs press against my arms. She’s so eager for my touch, so anxious to be good for me.
I press my nose against her pussy while I lick her, inhaling the scent.
I can’t get over how perfect she is. I bet if I wanted to tie her up, she’d let me.
We could fuck on every table in this room, or pressed up against the glass windows, or sneak down into Velvet and Vice after it’s closed and let her ride me right there on the empty dance floor.
There are so many things we haven’t done together yet. So many things I haven’t shown her.
I used to think that when people settled down, they got boring. But I know I’ll never be bored with Pippa. I’ll never run out of things I want to do, with her and to her. My cock pulses under my pants. We’re going to have so much goddamn fun.
My tongue works relentlessly against Pippa’s clit while I watch her gorgeous body writhe on the poker table. She’s got a little freckle, right on her hipbone, and I press my thumb against it. I love every part of this woman. In the next few weeks, I plan on kissing every fucking inch of her.
There’s a sheen of sweat growing on Pippa’s skin, and I know her orgasm is on its way. I might as well speed it along.
I press one finger inside her, groaning as her pussy tightens around it.
She might think it’s too much, but her body fucking loves it.
It’s only a few more seconds before she spasms and shrieks my name.
Even from down here, I can see the strain in her arms. She’s working hard to follow instructions and keep her hands where I want them.
“That’s my good girl. Keep your hands right where I put them.”
Her wetness coats my mouth and drips down her thighs. I know it’s on the green velvet table now, and I fucking love it. I’ll get it cleaned, but from now on, we’re having every poker night at this table. I want to remember what we did here.
Pippa calls out my name, again and again. Every time, it goes straight to my cock. I’m straining against my pants, leaving a wet spot on my jeans. It’s feeling impatient to be inside her, but despite public opinion, I’m not ruled by my dick. I need to see her come before anything else.
I add a second finger, and Pippa’s body clenches tight around it. I can hear the blood thrumming under her skin, syncing with my own heartbeat. A third finger now, stretching her out, getting her ready for me.
Come for me, baby, I think.
And I swear she can read my mind, because she does. She lets out an inarticulate scream as her body spasms on the table. I pull away, licking my lips.
“There you go.” I grin. “You did so well.”
She smiles up at me, her eyes hooded with desire.
I crawl back onto the table with her and kiss her again, hard and deep. For a few minutes, we just kiss while I massage her arms, which I know must be strained from holding them up while her body trembles underneath her.
Once I feel the strength coming back into her limbs, I turn onto my back and pull her up to straddle me.
“I want to watch you ride me, baby.”
Her eyes are hooded as she gazes down at me.
When she lifts her hips, the muscles in her legs tense beautifully.
She grabs my cock, dragging the head up through the wetness at her entrance.
I grit my teeth at how fucking wet she is.
She does it again, and I can feel her start to drip down my length.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
“Tell me why you’re so wet, baby,” I demand.
“Because of you,” she sighs. “Because you made me come, Ryan.”
My cock pulses. Hearing Pippa say my name never gets old. “That’s right. All this is for me.”
“Yes,” she moans as she lowers her hips, letting me enter her. “Yes, Ryan. I’m all yours.”
The words punch the air from my lungs. I know this time she doesn’t mean in this moment. She doesn’t just mean today. She means forever.
I dig my fingers into her hips, fighting the urge to slam up into her.
“Say it again,” I grit out, my voice shredded, but I don’t care. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Ryan Archer. I’ve always been yours.”
My throat tightens and I jerk her face to mine, needing to feel her lips on mine. Needing her to close her eyes so she can’t see mine shattering.
When our lips part, Pippa braces herself on my chest, her fingers digging into my skin. She hisses at the stretch as her pussy slides down my cock, pausing halfway. I rub soothing circles on her hips with my thumbs.
“I know, it’s harder to take me like this.”
Pippa nods, closing her eyes and letting out a breath like she needs my encouragement to go further.
“That’s it,” I grit out at the hot squeeze of her against my shaft. “You’re doing so well.”
She sinks another couple inches lower.
“You don’t have to rush, Pips.” I move my hands slowly up her sides, feeling the goosebumps rising on her skin.
“I’m happy just to sit here and stare up at you.
Because fuck, the view is perfect.” She sinks down another half inch, and I cup her breasts in my hands.
They fill my palms beautifully. “I could die happy if this is the last image I get to see…these perfect fucking tits, this body, your cherry red lips hanging open when you gasp for breath. Your eyes…fuck, those eyes…”
I pinch her nipples and she throws her head back as she tries to handle all the sensation.
She slides down slowly until her hips are finally flush with mine.
We both groan at the feeling, and she smiles down at me.
Her lipstick is a little smudged, her hair definitely wild, but she looks so exquisite that breathing feels hard.
“You know this is it for me, right?” The confession slips out before I can stop it, raw and unpolished. “I can’t believe I get to keep you.”
“I know,” she whispers, cupping my face in her hand. “I can’t really believe it either.”
“Well you better start.”
She grinds her hips against me, sending molten heat through my limbs. “Because I’m never fucking letting you go again.”
We can’t stop grinning at each other as she rides me, slow and shallow, like she can’t bear not to be full of me for longer than a few seconds. It feels unreal, but I’ve never been surer. We’re endgame, Pippa and me. Always have been, I was just too much of an idiot to see it sooner.
I move my thumb to her clit and press lightly against it, not giving her too much pressure this time. There’s no rush to make her come. I’m resolved to wait for her, no matter how difficult. I’ll come right after she does. No more games.
“Ryan,” she whimpers, cresting the wave as I revel in the sight of her falling apart.
“Yes, baby. Chase it. Take what you want.”
“Oh god.”
“Fuck, Pippa.”
My grip on her tightens and she combusts against me.
“Ryan!” She screams out my name when she comes, and I yell hers, sucked into her undertow, pouring into her as she rides me, milking out every drop of my release as I bear my teeth.
When my face slackens, she falls against me, burrowing her face into the crook of my neck as she pants.
I press my lips to her damp hair, my own chest still heaving as I wrap my arms around her, and realize that this time, I can hold her for as long as I want.