Chapter 9
Ryan
T hat hug. Fuck, I needed that. It wasn't what I was expecting her response to be. And man, did I need more of it. She started to get up from the floor, but I took her hand and stopped her.
"I need to go find my phone." She tugged away from me, but I didn't let go.
"Wait. Please. Stay. I haven't shown you how sorry I am yet." I attempted a smile.
"Ryan, what are you..." She groaned as I moved in closer. "No. You're drunk. You need help."
My gaze found her lips, and now I couldn't pull my eyes away. "I need you."
And I did. All I'd been doing since leaving her alone with her mother was beating myself up, going over ways I'd make it up to her, expecting that when we met face to face, I'd be groveling at her feet, waiting for her to buy what her mother said and kick me to the curb. I'd been replaying the scene of her tears on repeat and punishing my body with liquor to make up for the pain I caused her. She'd be well within her rights to not speak to me again.
Instead, she came in all Lily, floral scented, firm and soft all at once, reminding me that time was of the essence and I'd rather savor every second we had left. Because it would come crashing down soon. If not with her mother's accusations, I knew I couldn't live with it. But before I couldn't do anything about it, I needed her, more of her, as much of her as I could take that would leave me with memories that would warm my cold nights once everything came crashing down around us.
She nibbled her bottom lip, the swell of her breasts beneath her fitted T-shirt rising and falling.
"Ryan." She breathed against my lips and shuddered as my hand crept up her shirt. "I've still not forgiven you."
"I'll apologize to my mother-in-law-to-be later." I groaned as my hand moved under her bra and her very hard nipple bored into my palm. "I'll even make her dinner." I rolled her nipple between two fingers and she hissed.
"She's gone. That's not what I meant." Lily pulled away and I fell forward on the ground, savoring her essence as she walked away from me. "I don't blame you for sticking up for me. There are better ways you could've done it. I mean, Ryan. What's happened to you?"
Could we not talk about it? Because if she kept asking me what was wrong, I'd be inclined to tell her and I hadn't had enough of her yet to last me a lifetime without her. Her lingering scent in the carpet had me hungry and I looked up at her, skin all flushed, eyes all red and conflicted, and I got to my feet as smoothly as I could manage.
"Shhh." I pressed my finger against my lips and hoped I looked charming as I swaggered over to her. "No more talking." I rested my hand on her flat belly and I could feel her heartbeat there against my fingers as I backed her into the wall. "Or we can multi-task."
She pushed against me and it must have been the alcohol that was making me this feral because I pushed back into her. Her eyes widened.
"Don't be mad at me, wife." I grinned.
She scowled at me, though she was subconsciously stroking my chest. "We're not married yet. And I'm not marrying a drunk—"
I was sure the rest of her words would have scarred me, but I didn't give her the chance to finish.
My lips met hers and she met mine back with fervor before she pulled away, panting. "You should go sober up. You stink of alcohol."
"But I want you now. And you want me too. Stop fighting it." I pressed into her body, ran my fingers against her skin, back underneath that shirt.
"Your drunkenness is unattractive." She glared into my eyes.
"I'll stop drinking." Anything to get her out of these clothes. It wasn't usually this hard; one look, one touch was all it would take. But I fucked up today. I'd been fucking up a lot lately. I was quite enjoying the resistance if I was being honest. But I'd much prefer if her panties dropped the way they used to drop at the sound of my voice.
"Yeah, right. You forget who you're talking to. I know addic..." She was saying when I kissed her again.
"Ryan..." She protested.
"I know you're wet." I brushed my lips across her neck. She shivered. "I haven't forgotten who I'm talking to. I know you're always wet when you're around us. I can smell it."
She gasped.
The horror left her eyes when I pressed my hands between her legs and rubbed against the soft crotch of her thin, tight biker shorts. Lily moaned, and my knees buckled.
"It's been a while since I've had you all to myself." My hand left the barrier of her crotch in a flash and started dipping beneath the waist of the stretchy material. "I've missed you."
"Ryan..." She came undone once my fingers slipped through her slickness and over her clit. Just as I had predicted, she was soaked.
Damn, I needed more.
Her eyes popped open when I pulled my hand away. I smiled at that. "I thought you didn't want me to," I teased, going to my knees and staring up into those hazel eyes with the gold ring around them that reflected the light in the room.
"Oh, shut up and fuck me," she panted, touching the tip of her tongue against her top lip as I started pulling the biker shorts off her hips.
Between her eyes, her slender hips pressing into me, and that perfect waist swaying as she fought her balance, I found it hard to breathe. "Fuck, you're beautiful." I pulled my eyes away from hers long enough to press a kiss along the curve of her hip. My cock was so damn hard, I couldn't stand it. There her pretty pussy was, staring at me, so close to my mouth, and I closed the distance, burying my face against her, tonguing her clit and savoring her taste.
A long, whiny moan flowed out of her, and it was so fucking sexy, I was encouraged to spread her lips and suck on her, lick deeper, fill my tongue with all of her. Her hand massaged my head; I didn't have much hair for her to grab, but she was trying her damnedest because she was falling apart. That made me happy, her moans coming out in rhythmic bursts made me wicked, and I took more and more of her until she was crashing around me.
She pressed her hips deeper against my face while forcing my head against her. She lost control of her rhythm and started pounding my mouth as if her clit was her version of a dick, fucking my mouth. Damn it, I grabbed hold of her and sucked on the erect flesh until she lost her balance and toppled over my head.
Pulling my head away from her, I bit back a grin because I wasn't sure I was in the laughing mood. My balls were so fat and hard, they hurt.
"Damn you," she groaned as I came to my feet.
"Don't you mean, fuck you?" I smiled before meeting her lips with mine, picking her up off the ground and taking her over to my king-sized bed. I pulled down my sweats on the way over; my cock was suffocating under there.
It pressed up against her entrance, and she nodded. "Yes. Fuck me."
"Not yet. I could get drunk off you all day." I licked her lips and kissed them, laying her on the bed and climbing over her.
"Ryan..." She didn't approve. Wrong wording.
I didn't care, because it was true. "Your lips are so sweet." I savored her bottom lip before nipping it.
Lily reached for my cock. "Ryan," she said my name again.
Her hand closed around the thickness, and I almost started fucking the hell out of her hand before I pulled it away and locked both arms above her head with one hand.
"I need to taste more of you." With my eyes locked on hers, her hands restrained and her breasts popped out and waiting for my lips, I dipped my fingers into her center and pulled them out long and slow before sucking her off them.
Her mouth fell open. My eyes fell closed. Utopia. Mad from the addiction of her, I bunched her shirt up over her breasts and stuffed the fabric in her mouth, undid her bra with one hand and dipped my head to suck on her nipple hard, like combining flavors of cake and ice cream, needing her pussy nectar on my tongue as I lost myself in the perfection of her breasts.
Her moans were muffled, and she danced before me, struggling against my grip on her hands, and grinding her pussy against my chest, getting off on the friction. I could taste her body all day. My hand came down hard on her ass, and when I finally released her, losing myself in the heady sensations, she reached down, grabbed my head, and pulled me up to her.
Damn, her mouth was even sweeter, and as her tongue danced with mine, I folded. I needed her. She needed me; fuck, I couldn't wait any longer. I brandished my length and nudged it against her center. She kept eye contact with me, licked her lips, and panted as I teased her hole. She ground against it, and my eyes rolled back. With one fell swoop, I was inside her, she tightened around me, and my heartbeat went so wild, I was worried I might have a heart attack.
Grabbing the back of her head to lock that gaze into mine, I drove my hips forward, coming apart at the way she sobbed my name. "You're the reason I wake up every day," I fucked each word into her.
When I became overwhelmed with what we'd done and got to the point where I was ready to end it all, when I couldn't get out of bed, I saw her face in my dreams, heard her voice as whispers of good morning, and this promise of her body and her heart, for as long as she didn't know the truth, got me up every day. Her body was my medicine, as I'm sure mine was for her.
Lily gripped my shoulders and her pussy choked me. "Ry...Ryan...fuck." She cried before trembling around me. "Promise me you won't let the darkness take you away from me." She panted when she managed to speak. "Please, I don't want to lose you."
At her words, the darkness she spoke of began to creep in and shadow the colors of our bliss, and I slammed my hips harder against her to force it away. This was the only time I wasn't thinking of how much I'd fucked up, and how I could never go back to the person I was. I slammed into her again and again. Because inside her pussy, I bought into the delusion that all was right with the world, and everything would be okay.
Her mouth fell open at the careless way I fucked her. Concern and worry in her eyes soon turned to heat, and as she arched her hips to take me deeper, grabbing my ass and encouraging me to go harder, I fucking lost it. My cum ejected from me like a fucking ball out of a cannon. I'm pretty sure my sperm slammed into one of her internal organs because her body jerked upward in response.