12. Ryker
RYKER
A few days have passed since that raw, emotional night at her parents’ house.
Since we finally stopped lying to ourselves and admitted we’re completely in love.
Things feel different now. Deeper. Scarier in the best possible way.
We’ve been back at my place, locked entirely in our little bubble, trying to figure out how to be together without the constant, suffocating fear of being caught by the people we care about.
Tonight Lena’s been extra needy, her skin hot and her movements frantic. After we already went one round, slow and sweet like the night we confessed our feelings, she turned to me with those big hazel eyes and whispered something that made my cock twitch all over again.
“I want to try it,” she said, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson. “The thing we talked about. Anal. I want you there… if you’ll go slow.”
So here we are.
I’ve got her laid out on her stomach in our bed, completely naked, that perfect curvy body stretched across the dark sheets.
Her heavy breasts are pressed into the mattress, already leaking steadily from the sheer arousal and leaving dark, expanding wet spots beneath her.
The sight alone has me rock hard, throbbing against my stomach.
I kneel behind her on the mattress, running my rough hands up the backs of her soft thighs, trying to keep my breathing steady even though my heart is pounding like a war drum.
“You sure about this, baby?” I ask, leaning down to press a trail of warm kisses along her spine. “We can stop anytime. No pressure at all.”
“I’m sure,” she breathes, her voice shaky but entirely determined. “I want to feel you everywhere. I trust you, Ryker.”
Those words hit me incredibly hard. I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and warm the liquid between my palms before drizzling a generous amount over her tight little hole and my fingers.
I start slow, circling her entrance with one slick fingertip, pressing gentle kisses across her shoulder blades while I work the lubrication in, prepping her body.
“Relax for me,” I murmur against her hot skin, keeping my voice a low rumble. “Breathe, Lena. That’s it… good girl.”
She lets out a soft, high-pitched whimper as I ease the first finger inside her body. I go inch by inch, patient as hell, whispering praise the whole time to keep her calm. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”
I add more lube, working a second finger in carefully, scissoring gently to stretch her while my other hand reaches underneath her torso to cup one of her leaking breasts.
I squeeze the soft tissue gently, and the milk flows warmer, faster.
She moans directly into the pillow. Her breasts are always much more sensitive when she’s turned on, and right now they’re dripping steadily, soaking the linen beneath her chest.
I keep fingering her ass slow and deep, curling my fingers internally while I knead her breast, catching some of her warm milk on my palm.
“Ryker…” she whimpers, pushing her hips back against my hand just a little bit, seeking the pressure. “Feels… weird but good.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss down her spine again, adding a third finger after plenty more lube and time have passed.
I take my sweet time stretching her out, making sure she’s ready for my actual size.
Every shaky breath she takes, every little moan, I memorize it completely.
This isn’t just basic sex. This is her giving me something entirely new, trusting me with her vulnerability.
When I finally pull my fingers out, the cool air hits her, and she shivers. I slick my cock up with way more lube than normal. I’m thick, a lot wider than her fingers, and I refuse to hurt her under any circumstances. I press the blunt head against her tight ring and pause, checking her reaction.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, my voice rough and strained from holding back.
“Okay,” she whispers, her fingers gripping the sheets until her knuckles turn white.
I push forward, slow as hell. Just the tip enters at first. The tight heat is absolutely insane, squeezing me tight. I groan deep in my chest as her body clamps around me. “Fuck, baby… so tight.”
Lena lets out a shaky, broken moan, breathing hard.
I stay perfectly still, letting her walls adjust to the invasion, while I reach around her sides and cup both her leaking breasts.
I massage them gently, pinching her nipples until warm milk trickles down over my fingers.
The familiar comfort seems to help her mind relax.
I feel her pelvic muscles loosen just a fraction.
“That’s it,” I praise, kissing the side of her neck. “Let me in, Lena. I’ve got you.”
I feed her another inch, then another, taking my time with every movement.
Every time she tenses up, I stop completely and play with her breasts, sucking on the back of her shoulder while I squeeze more milk from her.
The wet sounds of her leaking breasts mix with her soft whimpers and the slick sounds of the lube. It’s filthy and incredibly intimate.
Halfway in, I reach further under her and find her swollen clit. I rub slow, rhythmic circles while I push the rest of my length all the way in, groaning aloud when I finally bottom out against her. We’re both breathing hard, the air in the bedroom thick and hot.
“You okay?” I rasp against her ear, my chest pressed to her back.
“Yes… fuck, I feel so full,” she moans, her hips twitching. “Don’t stop, Ryker.”
I start moving, keeping the strokes tiny and careful at first, barely pulling out before sliding back in.
The sensation is intense, hot, and completely gripping.
Every stroke makes her breasts leak more fluid, soaking my hand and the mattress beneath us.
I keep one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close to my chest, while the other hand alternates between her clit and her dripping breasts.
I manage to get one hand under her enough to latch my mouth onto the side of one tit, sucking hard while I thrust into her ass.
Lena cries out softly, pushing back against my groin now, matching the rhythm. The trust in her body, the way she’s letting me take her like this, it completely wrecks me. I drink from her greedily, sucking loud and wet, milk flowing steadily into my mouth as I fuck her ass in slow, deep strokes.
“I love you,” I growl against her skin, switching my mouth to the other nipple. “Love every fucking inch of you.”
She’s whimpering my name over and over like a mantra, rocking with me, her pussy dripping onto the sheets while I fill her other hole.
I keep the pace deliberate, one hand rubbing her clit faster now, the other squeezing her breast so I can drink deeper from her.
The room is completely filled with the wet sounds of sucking, skin slapping gently, and our ragged breathing.
“Ryker… I’m gonna—” Her voice breaks on a high note.
“Come for me, baby. Let go.”
I thrust a little deeper, still careful but steady, sucking hard on her nipple at the exact same time.
Her whole body tightens, then shudders violently as she comes.
Her ass clenches around my cock in pulsing waves, milking my shaft, and fresh milk sprays against my tongue from the sudden contraction.
The feeling pushes me straight over the edge right after her.
I groan loudly against her breast, burying myself to the root as I come hard, filling her inside while I keep drinking from her leaking tit. We ride the climax out together, trembling, messy, and completely connected.
We collapse slowly onto the bed, still joined together, my chest pressed to her back, both of us slick with sweat, lube, milk, and cum. I’m kissing her shoulder, whispering how perfect she is, how much I love her, when the weight of our reality settles over us again in the quiet room.
Lena turns in my arms, her eyes glassy with tears. “I love you,” she whispers, looking up at me. “I’m so scared, Ryker, but I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, kissing her forehead gently. “We’re gonna figure this out. Together.”
The next morning we’re back at her parents’ house to pick up some things Lena left there during her previous visit.
The drive over was quiet, both of us putting our masks back on.
Beth is in the kitchen when we arrive, the smell of fresh coffee in the air.
She hugs me again, but there’s something completely different in her eyes now, a lingering look, a slight hesitation that sets off alarms in my head.
“You two were gone a long time last night,” she says lightly, pouring water, but her tone carries an undeniable weight. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer, keeping my voice steady and professional. “Just catching up.”
Beth nods, but her gaze flicks between us with a sharp intelligence.
She notices the details. She sees the way Lena stands a little too close to me in the small kitchen space.
She tracks the way my hand brushes Lena’s lower back when I think no one’s looking.
Finally, her eyes lock onto the faint red mark on Lena’s neck that her collar doesn’t quite hide from view.
That long, heavy, disappointed look cuts right through me. She suspects. Maybe she’s suspected for a while, just waiting for us to make a mistake.
My stomach drops into a cold void. For the first time, the full weight of what we’re doing crashes down on me outside of the bedroom walls.
This isn’t just some forbidden fling anymore.
Lena isn’t just a girl I’m fucking to pass the time between deployments.
She’s become my everything, my peace, my sole addiction.
She is the only person who makes the constant noise in my head go quiet.
And I’m risking all of it, my career, my family, her reputation, every single time I touch her skin.
Beth finally speaks, her voice low, careful, and heavy. “You two be careful,” she says quietly, looking me dead in the eye. “Whatever this is… just be careful.”
She turns and walks back toward the kitchen without another word, leaving us in the hall.
I stand there for a long moment, heart pounding against my ribs.
The guilt is real. The risk is absolute.
If this ever comes out, it could destroy everything I've built. But even with all that weighing on me like lead, I already know I’m not going to stop.
Lena is waiting for me in the living room, her eyes full of the same conflict and the same desperate need.
She’s mine. She needs me as badly as I need her.
I’ll protect her. I’ll protect us. No matter what it costs.