Chapter 15
Ryan
Our hips grind only for a moment before she backs her steps playfully with that knowing smile. Our eyes lock in a challenge, a duel with no rules. I advance, matching her step to step. The rain doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. I am high just watching the way her body sways in the rain.
When her back hits the brick wall of my garage shed, she gasps.
My arms cage her as my forehead rests on hers.
Her breath falters as my hand moves under the fabric of her top.
My calloused fingers are too rough on her soft abdomen.
I watch my trembling hand reach out to touch this woman who was always so far from my reach.
My heart pounds as my fingers explore. Stroking and caressing my fingers reach her breast. With my index finger and thumb, I pinch her nipple hard through the fabric of her bra, then withdraw my hand.
She sucks in her breath. The tease in her eyes dissipates, now replaced by hunger.
“You want my touch, princess?”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
Biting her bottom lip, she shakes her head. A sinister smile splays on her lips as she reaches for my belt. A brief pause ensues. Her cold fingers touch my hot skin followed by a sharp inhale as her gaze drops to my groin.
Time freezes for a moment.
Fuck me! I’m aware that an important decision has just been made.
There’s an urgency as she works on the buckle, then the fly of my pants. Her hand pulls on the waistband of my boxers releasing my cock.
I am rock hard.
Her fingers tremble as she runs them tenderly, with a breezy graze from the engorged head to the base of my shaft.
“Is this okay?” she whispers, sliding her thumb on the top of my cock where a bead of my precum surfaces. Holding my erect cock, she moves her fingers up and down. “Like this?”
I circle my fingers over hers, gripping my cock tighter and pump. “Like this.” She stares at our combined hands and the way my cock jerks.
“This is hot,” she says, coming to kiss my mouth again.
I refuse her kiss, tilting my mouth away from her. “Say my name.”
“I can’t remember my own name right now. Do you really think I’ll remember yours?”
Brat.
She thinks she is winning this game.
With a swift move, I remove her hand from my cock. My hands are on her thighs, pushing her wet skirt up and up on her hips. Bringing my index finger to the apex of her legs, I run my finger on the length of her slit. She hums and leans in for my mouth.
I deny.
A low frustrated growl is her response yet she parts her legs wider for me. My fingers hook on to her panties, pulling on the lace in a way that the bunched-up fabric digs into her wet folds, my knuckles pushing down on her lower belly.
Bringing my cock to her pussy, I rub my head on the puffy folds. She rewards me with a moan. I repeat the action, my cock rubbing on the length of her slit, making her squirm.
“Please.” She lifts her hips to meet my cock. Her back arching, toes tiptoeing.
My hand tightens, pulling on her lacy panties so the fabric digs farther into her swollen folds. The wet lace gathering the tension on her clit. Bringing my cock, I tap on the part that makes her breathless.
“You like this, don’t you? You like when my cock slaps your eager little clit.”
She hums and purrs as I rub my cock on her clit some more. I let her grind into me until her eager pussy is leaking on my cock. I let her play her game until her nails are digging into my shoulders and her lips fall apart.
She closes her eyes, her head falls back on the brick wall, and I know she is close. She’s so hot like this when she humps my cock chasing sexual gratification in the rain.
Her moans grow louder and rowdier. But. She still won’t say my name.
I halt her movement with my arm blocking her pussy from my cock.
“No, I want this,” she pleads as if in pain, her eyes still closed.
“Look at me. Fuck, Ishika. Open your eyes. You don’t get to be with anyone else when you are with me. You don’t get to fuckin’ think of another man while you fuck my cock. You will see me. You will feel me. Not someone else.”
A visible wince and she recoils so fast. Her eyes flash open, there is hurt.
She swallows. “I thought you knew, you consume my thoughts, Ryan. Your name is all that echoes in my mind and strums in my heart. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. That’s all I remember. Why else do you think I’m here with you?”
Her fingers brush my cheekbones. “Ryan Harper, you’re the one whom I can never forget.” She claims my name like a sacred wish granted.
A warmth surrounds my heart. I am in the deep and her validation makes everything right.
“Good,” I swallow, pulling my waistband over my cock. Then I kneel down in front of her.
“You don’t... I-let’s not…” Her legs close but my fingers dig into her inner thighs. My thumb caresses her folds gently.
“You think you can still walk away from me?” I lower her lace panties to her ankles. “Tell me this tight little pussy does not want to be kissed. Tell me this pretty pussy of yours does not want to be licked. Let me, Ishika, you don’t want to come hard on my tongue. You can’t deny me, can you?”
“No Ryan, I can’t.”
With a growl, my mouth drives into her pussy, running my tongue on her slit then parting her folds.
Up and down, I lick her sensitive throbbing pussy.
Her taste is exquisite with a delicious center.
My tongue dips inside her wet hole to taste her more, fucking her little hole with my tongue.
Her scent drives me insane. My cock is painfully hard and my balls feel tortuously heavy.
I might come in my pants from just eating her pussy.
Pressing the flat of my tongue, I lick her clit and then I suck.
I insert my fingers into her wet hole while I work her clit, swirling my tongue.
She wiggles trying to escape my mouth, pushing on my shoulders and I grab hold of her hips.
No mercy for this woman until she is thrashing with pleasure.
She has no escape until I have had my fill.
Her whimper breaks free first and then she cries out my name.
“You taste so good, Princess.”
“No one has ever kissed me there. Only you,” she says, her thighs shaking.
“Tell me what you need?”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“Use your words, Princess or you won’t get to see my cock again.”
“Oh! Oh God!” she whimpers. “Please Ryan, let me come.”
“Come on my tongue, Ishika. I’m thirsty for you.”
Both her hands dig into my hair, pulling me closer to her pussy and soon she is writhing on my tongue. Her walls gripping my fingers.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t be shy. Come for me.” My lips kiss her clit, and then I suck hard.
“Ryan.”
“Ryan, oh my God! Ryan.”
She falls apart, surfing my tongue. So sexy, and so beautiful, she doesn’t stop saying my name until I have drunk every last drop of her release.
“Feeling better?” I ask as I stand up to my full height.
She shakes her head. “You really thought I was thinking of someone else?”
I shrug, fully aware that it’s the fuckin’ wrong answer.
“Is this how you see me? You really think I could be with you while thinking of someone else? You think—” I press my thumb to her lips.
“Shh. No more fighting. Darling, you’re what I desperately want but I cannot have. So how about you cut me some slack?”
She sighs on my thumb. Then she pushes my hand away and launches herself at me. I catch her as she wraps her legs around me. Her face burrows in my neck.
“I don’t understand this one bit.” I hear a sniffle. “You’re so cold to me at times. You say the shittiest things to me. Do you even like me, Ryan?”
If only she knew.
A lightning bolt strikes over the dark canvas sky, ripping it in white shards. It lasts only a few seconds before the sky stiches back to its old self.
“I want you, Ryan Harper,” she whispers into my skin.
Hope leaps and soars while my arms tighten around her. The emotion taking over me this minute is too strong. I have never felt like this before.
“Was that a cricket bat you flung at me when I entered your room?” I laugh nervously, trying to ease this whirlpool of emotions in my chest.
“Yeah.”
“Cricket, of all the games you could pick from in this sport-crazy nation.”
“Cricket is a fine sport. One of the best. What’s wrong with it?” she mumbles, nuzzling into my neck.
“I went to a cricket match once. I had the best afternoon nap of my life.”
“Shut up.” She pinches my arm and I chuckle opening the door to my home.
“You keep that up and my father’ll never approve of you. My dad’s a massive cricket fan.”
My heart skips a beat. Will she ever want me to meet her father?
Her father will never approve of me, period.