Somee
What am I doing?
I stood in the middle of my room, raking my fingers through my hair after spending an entire ten minutes digging through my things to find something to meet Ryland downstairs in.
And why?
Because you want to have sex with him and are trying to pick something that visually says, yes, I would like sex please.
My eyes rolled heavily as I looked down at my cotton shorts and tank top.
I huffed and peeled the tank top over my head.
Too obvious. I tossed it on the bed and reached for the Tigers hoodie I’d originally selected.
Once I pulled it on, I grabbed my poofy faux fur slippers that looked like I had poodles attached to my feet.
Before heading downstairs, I peeked in on Rylee and she was already out cold. After an extended day at school and our dance party, my poor baby didn’t have anything left but at least she was going to sleep well tonight.
When I reached the kitchen, I found Ryland sitting in the same place he was last night, but instead of smoking this time, he had a bottle of Black Ops sitting in front of him.
There was also a bottle of wine, already uncorked.
Next to the Black Ops was an expensive crystal glass shaped like a spinning top on the bottom, leaning on its side right beside a wine glass that looked as if it could accommodate the entire bottle.
Both were empty, so I assumed he was waiting on me.
“What’s this?” I stopped at the table and motioned to the setup he prepared.
“We’re chillin’,” Ryland signed and pulled out my chair from last night. After I was seated, he dragged it closer.
“So no personal space then?” I teased and he grinned.
“You have a problem being close to me?”
“Depends on why you want me close.”
His lips curved arrogantly. He reached for the Black Ops, removing the cork, filled his glass and motioned to the wine.
“You drinking?”
“It’s my favorite wine. Of course I’m drinking.” I rolled my eyes and he lifted the bottle of Divine Vines Sweet red that he no doubt saw at my house the first night he met Rylee.
While he filled my glass, I touched the one his liquor was in. “This is fancy.”
“It was a gift,” he signed after he pushed my wine glass closer.
“From who?”
“My mother and if you say them shits are ugly I’m telling her.”
I laughed. “They’re not ugly, just interesting.”
I lifted my glass and took a sip before placing it between my thighs out of habit. His gaze followed, lingering for a minute before it moved back to my face. “You love wearing those little shorts. You trying to let me see something.”
“No. I’m trying to be comfortable,” I signed before I lifted my wine, drinking while I kept my eyes on him. The curve of his lips before his eyes dropped to my thighs again had my body warming.
“You better be glad you have them on so I can ignore that damn hoodie.”
“I can’t R-E-P my team?”
“That’s not your team. You’re team P-A-R-K-S and I’m a Shark.”
“I’m not on your team.”
“Yet?” he signed with an arrogance that had me willing to confirm that I indeed was already on his team.
Ryland lifted his glass and I watched as he brought it to his lips and his throat moved as the brown liquid traveled down. When the glass was back on the table, his hands were moving. “Why a teacher?”
My brow lifted slowly. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because that’s what adults do when they’re feeling someone. They get to know each other.”
“And you think I’m feeling you, why?” I lifted my glass and smiled smugly as I took a sip.
“You’re wearing them little ass shorts because you want me to see them pretty thighs so I can imagine what they’re gonna look like wrapped around me.”
I laughed at the same time my eyes rolled. “That’s a done deal for you, huh?”
“Your legs around my waist?” I watched his hands as he signed then lifted my eyes to his. My stomach tensed from the sexy confident grin that eased onto his face.
“Yes?”
“After I get to know you a little better, yes.”
I grinned. “You don’t have to get to know me to have sex with me.”
“I know, and if this were any other situation, you would already be naked and sitting on my dick. But I don’t just want sex, Somee. I want you, which means I have to know who I’m wanting.”
“And what if all I want is sex?”
“Then I’ll give you that and change your mind about the rest later.”
I lifted my glass from between my thighs, drinking what was left before I stood.
Our chairs were so close that I was literally between Ryland’s legs.
I hooked my fingers into my shorts and panties, pushed them over my hips and down my legs, and stepped out of them.
He watched me but didn’t move, not even when I bent to lift my shorts and dropped them in his lap.
“Sex is all you get. Take it or leave it,” I signed, then walked out of the kitchen. My heart raced, my stomach twisted, and my pussy pulsed with the anticipation of him accepting my offer.
I was still in my sweatshirt which thankfully covered my ass on the rare chance that Rylee just happened to wake up and come looking for me… or Ryland. Since I supposed it could be either of us she sought out now.
Once I hit the landing at the top of the stairs, I paused. How was this supposed to work? I hadn’t completely thought this through. My bedroom or his?
His, for sure.
The last thing I needed was Ryland’s scent lingering on my pillows and in my sheets, reminding me of all the ways he was about to touch me. Instead of going left to my room, I went right en route to his.
I moved just in time to catch a glimpse of Ryland reaching the top of the stairs. I pushed through the French doors, entering his room. By the time he crossed over the threshold, my sweatshirt was on the floor and I stood at the foot of his bed.
My pulse hammered, making my head feel cloudy. When Ryland was close enough so his fingers brushed over my skin at the base of my hip, I gave up on not letting this moment with him be a big deal.
It was a very big fucking deal that was going to change everything about me. There was a weighted energy around us that had my stomach tight. The way Ryland looked at me was a warning that only allowed a few seconds to process what it felt like to feel him.
One of his incredibly large hands wrapped around the side of my neck and the other made contact with my hip, gripping me possessively tight before his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue pushed against mine, hard and demanding.
My head was swimming and my fingers curled into fists at my side to try and ground myself and keep from touching him. Touching this man was going to be a whole problem. There was no doubt in my mind that I would get lost in a place I couldn’t guarantee residence.
This is temporary…
Ryland wasn’t on the same page because the deeper our kiss, the more invested he became.
His hands moved down my shoulder and up my side, leaving a trail of heat followed by chills that had me clenching my thighs.
When he pulled away, allowing his eyes to lock with mine, I knew I was in trouble.
I watched the curve of his lips before he nipped my bottom lip and pushed a hand between my thighs.
Heat blazed from the pit of my stomach, moving out quickly and through my body when his finger pushed into me.
His tongue stroked mine at the same lazy pace that his fingers thrust deep, then he was gone.
My eyes snapped open to find his on me, paired with that arrogant smile.
Ryland walked me back and lifted me onto the bed.
I sank into the mattress, watching through lazy lids while he tugged at his shirt, lifted it over his head, then tossed it on the floor.
“You’re so beautiful. So gotdamn beautiful,” he signed.
There was no point in hiding my smile because I would bet everything I owned he could see it all over my face, not just with the curve of my lips.
I watched as Ryland pushed his shorts off, leaving him in just briefs.
My gaze followed as he crossed the room, heading to the closet.
This man’s body was so damn sexy. A lifetime of football graced him with a body of hard lines and muscles that flexed when he moved.
So many damn muscles and all that beautiful ink that danced over them.
When he was on his way back to me, my eyes moved over his chest to his broad shoulders before dropping lower.
A light dusting of hair trailed down the center of his abs and when my gaze dipped lower I was blessed with his glorious, hard length.
Long, thick, and very intimidating. He approached with condoms that he tossed on the bed and my stomach dropped once more. This was happening.
His eyes fastened to mine while I was granted the warmth and pressure of his fingers moving up my thighs, over my hips and back down, spreading me open. Then I had his head between my legs and his mouth on me.
Oh fuck, yes, this is definitely happening.
My spine curved just enough for me to feel the stretch as it arched from the mattress. His eyes lifted and locked on mine intensely before his tongue pushed into me. His palms pressed the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider while he licked me long and deep.
Watching him intensified the moment because he occasionally looked up to make sure those dark browns were locked in, gauging and assessing me.
My heart was a chaotic mess, my skin blazed, and my stomach tightened as he worked his tongue with deep plunges that had my body preparing for lift off.
He captured my clit between his lips, sucking hard at the same time he snaked two fingers inside me.
Oh fuck…
I moaned and fisted the comforter with one hand, pressing the other against his head.
My hips lifted and I felt the warmth of his breath when he removed his mouth long enough to send those intense eyes my way and he laughed.
He fucking laughed. One hand pressed firmly across my pelvis to hold me down before his mouth was back.
His tongue worked more intently, moving at a devastating pace. My muscles locked tightly and my breathing grew rough. The warmth of his hands was gone for the briefest moment, then back, this time under my ass, digging in roughly enough for Ryland to drag me into his assault.
My world spiraled and my stomach flipped and twisted.
His fingers thrust into me at a punishing pace while he alternated between dragging his tongue over my pussy and sucking my clit.
The blissful destruction started in the pit of my belly, shattering before it rushed through me.
I slammed my thighs together and my back arched painfully deep while I gave into the feeling.
Ryland’s tongue and fingers coaxed me through my release, and when my body relaxed and my muscles unlocked, I struggled to breathe and felt dazed to the point of exhaustion.
This might be a one and done. I needed to make sure I got the full experience.
I pulled myself together and eased off the edge of the bed, hooking my fingers into the sides of his briefs.
I lifted my eyes, noticing his blazing and narrowed with curiosity.
I grinned and worked his briefs down slowly until his dick sprang free—long, thick, and weighted.
My stomach and pussy clenched in succession because this man was more than blessed.
His eyes narrowed more when my tongue pushed between my lips and glided over my bottom one, making contact with his dick immediately after.
The muscles of his abs flexed and his fingers eased into my hair, fisting firmly enough for me to feel the tug at my scalp.
When I sucked the head into my mouth, he jerked forward and gripped my hair tighter.
My tongue moved down his length before I pulled back and sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I worked at a torturously slow pace, taking as much of him as I could.
Lips stretched widely around him, my throat relaxed and my eyes heavy lidded while I watched him watching me.
I smiled, peeping Ryland’s struggle with allowing me to have control.
My pussy throbbed each time he reached the back of my throat then pulled back, flattening my tongue to glide over the smoothness of his dick. The next time I took him deep, his restraint snapped and both hands fisted my hair while he drove into my mouth.
I lifted my hands and placed them on his thighs to brace myself while his heavy length stretched my mouth and tapped the back of my throat. Without notice, he pulled away, fisted his dick, and roughly jerked his hand from the base to the tip.
He was about to cum and didn’t want to catch me off guard. I knocked his hand away, took him back into my mouth, and sucked hard, flicking my tongue over him. Ryland tensed, his muscles flexed again, and he came down my throat.
He smiled arrogantly, shook his head, and swiped at the corner of my mouth, catching what escaped before his hands were moving.
“Never fucking leaving. Bed now.”
I climbed onto the bed, watching as Ryland retrieved a condom and covered himself.
He was over me before I could react. Our mouths collided while he settled his body between my legs. I felt him thick and weighted against me, which had my hips shifting forward, greedy for more. Ryland lifted his head and smiled before it dipped.
My nipple was shown love with the warmth of his lips and the graze of his teeth at the same time he adjusted between my thighs with his dick moving lower. The head pushed against my opening but he held himself there, teasing me with shallow thrusts that had me groaning in annoyance.
I wanted him in me now!
Then his mouth was on mine and Ryland thrust forward, giving me every single inch all at once.
Well, fuck…
My mouth dropped open and I swallowed hard, blinking as I tried to adjust to him filling me. He was so thick and long that the depth and stretch of his intrusion caught me off guard. It took me a minute to catch my breath.
When my eyes focused on Ryland, he cursed and dropped his face to the crook of my neck and the vibration of his voice moved over my skin. I had no idea what he was saying, but it brought a smile to my face.
When I had his eyes again, they narrowed before he shook his head and spoke the words. “Never fucking leaving.”