Chapter 15 #3
With a lazy assuredness, he repositions himself on his knees between my legs, my body prone beneath him, and he flicks the buttons of his jeans free.
He pushes them down his thighs, his cock springing out, and he grips the shaft, giving himself a few slow strokes as his gaze drags over me.
Rylie’s never been a person I would describe as self-possessed, but right now, he’s a man undone, hair a mess, glasses crooked, my bites marks on his neck, his expression delightfully ruined.
Seeing him like this sends a surge of need through me, and I clench against the painful emptiness between my legs, hips jerking up toward his.
Rylie catches my thigh, then grips the silk of my shorts, pulling them tightly between the lips of my pussy.
It creates just a hint of friction, and I groan, pelvis working even harder to find relief.
He lets out a low growl, fist moving faster as he strokes himself. I can’t stop watching him touch himself, my mouth watering with a want to taste him, my body throbbing with the need for him to fill me.
“Look at what you’ve done to me,” he says, dragging my attention to his face. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me, Eva.”
I let out a broken whimper, squirming as I try to squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some type of relief.
His smile is ruthless. In a flash, he grips my waist, positioning me further up the couch, my hands still clinging to the end table.
He lifts my legs and tears my shorts down, tossing them to the side before shouldering his way between my thighs, head dipping to my stomach.
He traces my navel with the tip of his tongue, then drags the flat of it lower.
“It only seems fair I make a mess of you too,” he whispers between my thighs before pressing his mouth to my aching flesh.
I scream, writhing up into the hot, wet suction of his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure violently rushes through me.
He shows no mercy, spreading my legs wider, centering on my clit as he alternates between pulsing suction and quick flicks of his tongue.
I’m wound so tight it feels like every muscle will snap. I say his name, over and over.
“I’m close, so close,” I pant, torso curving up, watching his head work between my thighs.
Rylie makes a humming noise against my sensitive clit, and I moan, the first flicker of my orgasm igniting.
With a suddenness that has me shouting out a string of curses, he pulls back, nuzzling my inner thigh, kissing the crease of my pelvis.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I garble out, sweating and panting and trying to remember how to use my hands so I can release this bar and strangle him.
His smile is pure innocence, mildly questioning. “Something wrong, Kitten?”
I stare at him with so much fury my eyes nearly cross. He buries his smile against my leg, but I feel the vibration of his laugh.
“Keep. Going,” I say through clenched teeth, twitching and trembling from the need he’s built in me. My skin is hot, feverish, my teeth chattering and muscles aching. Rylie takes his time to lift his head, giving my body a leisurely perusal until his eyes meet mine.
“If you want to come,” he says, pausing to drag his teeth over my hip bone and making me groan. “You need to show me how bad.”
He drops his head back to my clit, and I’m torn between choking him with my thighs and outright begging him to finish what he’s started.
He teases me relentlessly, building me up, backing me down, every muscle in my body taut like a bowstring.
I try not to let him win, try to put up a fight, but it’s a losing battle.
Rylie pushes a finger in me, then a second, his lips and tongue working on my clit, his entire body moving as he fucks me with that mouth. Something in the glint of his eyes, the easy confidence he has as he drives me wild, feels like a challenge.
I suck in a tight breath as he finds an unhurried rhythm that has me grinding against his tongue for more. Fighting for steadiness, I clear my throat. “I didn’t get the chance to say this last night—”
Rylie stops, lifting his head to give me a patronizing look. “Because you were running away like you’re deathly allergic to feelings?”
I urge his head back down with my legs, giving his mouth something else to do other than annoy me. “But it pisses me off that you’re actually pretty good at this,” I say, trying to sound bored, but another sharp gasp in my voice gives me away.
Rylie’s eyes were momentarily closed, those long lashes sweeping his cheeks, but they open, skimming up my body. With another lick with the flat of his tongue, he pulls back, lifting his head and smirking like the devil.
“That so?” His voice is soft and mocking, his fingers still pumping and curling into me.
I nod, opening my mouth to say something smart back, but he presses against a spot that makes my entire body buck, my cunt squeezing around him as I whimper.
Rylie pulls out his fingers and moves them straight to his mouth, tongue working as he sucks them clean. His smirk turns into a grin as he watches me pant. “Cuz something tells me you actually fucking love it, Kitten.”
I want to argue. I want to say something cutting. Anything to regain some control here, but he’s inside me again, stars blinding my vision, oxygen getting trapped in my throat as I desperately try to breathe.
“And I fucking love it too,” he growls. Then gets back to work.
Finally, when I’m begging and crying and squeezing my thighs so tightly around his head he doesn’t have much of a choice, Rylie lets me come, spasms racking my body for what feels like minutes.
He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath, vaulting up my body and kissing me instead, his tongue swirling against mine as I taste myself on him. I’m boneless and useless, finally dropping my hands from the end table and scrabbling to hold on to his back. They fall limply at my sides.
“Give me more, gorgeous,” Rylie coaxes against my mouth. I try to shake my head but I lack the energy for even that. He looks down at me. “I know you can fucking take it.”
I manage to arch up into him, breathing a yes against his mouth, the need for him to fill me outweighing post-orgasm peace.
Rylie moves back on his knees, rustling around for his jeans that were long kicked off.
He fishes a condom from his wallet, rolling it on with shaky hands and just enough speed that I know he isn’t as calm as he’s pretending.
“Presumptuous,” I say, arching an eyebrow at his cock.
“Hopeful,” he corrects, showing me just how much with the way he kisses me. No teasing, no finesse, only need.
Reaching between us but never breaking the kiss, he positions himself against my entrance. He drags the head of his cock up and down, luxuriating in the wetness between my thighs. I start wiggling, needing more, needing to feel all of him.
“Stay still for me, sweetheart,” he commands against my mouth.
My body tenses as I try, the violent strike of my heartbeat making me flinch and twitch.
“I love seeing you try so hard to be so good,” he praises in a low rumble, rewarding me with a deep surge of his hips.
I throw my head back, nails clawing at his chest, swearing as he hits that perfect spot.
With a labored grunt, Rylie retreats, only to fill me up again with a demanding thrust. My body inches across the couch as he fucks me, and without breaking his unsparing rhythm, he cradles the top of my head with his hand right before it jams against the armrest. Taking half a second to reposition, he lifts my shoulders so I’m slightly propped up.
I’m overwhelmed by the sight of his body over me, in me.
The tension in his arms as he holds himself up, the clench of his jaw, the brush of his chest against mine as he drags himself out of me again.
Rylie’s breath is ragged, lips wet and parted, color high on his cheeks.
His eyes lock with mine for a beat, and the intensity, the need, has me clenching tightly around him.
His pupils eclipse his irises, nostrils flaring.
He reaches for me, fingers dragging down my cheek and then gently gripping my chin.
He carefully tilts my head down so my gaze lands at the spot where we’re joined.
“Watch, baby,” he says. “Watch how perfectly you take me.”
I’m gone after that, seeing the way his body moves, the desperate, coiled need in his muscles as he works himself into me, the terrifying closeness I feel for this man as he breaks me down to nothing but raw pleasure.
I come around him, crying out his name before I bite his shoulder, nails scoring down his back.
Rylie lasts only a second longer, panting against my neck as he twitches inside me, both of us shaking and sweating.
All his strength disappears in a blink, and his head is against my chest, limbs tangled with mine.
My heart is going so fast, I can see its rhythm at my chest, Cooper’s cheek absorbing every beat.
With a great show of effort, he shifts slightly, placing a kiss to my sternum then smiling up at me.
We take turns in the bathroom, then finally make it to the bed. Rylie scoops me up and cuddles me close, my head resting between his shoulder and chest as his fingers trace soothing patterns across my skin.
I feel so unreasonably satisfied, so deeply safe being held like this. I release a shaky breath, rationing out all of my courage. “Will you stay?” I whisper against his skin.
Rylie chuckles, and the vibrations of it against my cheek fill me with warmth. “Kitten,” he says, cradling my jaw and using his thumb to tilt my face up. He smiles at me, beautiful and adorned with that damn dimple. “You’ll only ever have to ask me to leave.”