Chapter 17
Ishika
The shrill ring of Ryan’s phone wakes me up. He hurries to grab it from the nightstand.
“Shit. Sorry babe. Go back to sleep.” He answers the call as he picks up his shorts from the floor and puts them on. “Jake? Everything okay?” he asks in a worried tone.
“Cucumber? What? No, I don’t have a fuckin’ spare cucumber in my refrigerator.” he whispers, heading out of the bedroom. “So help me God, a cucumber sandwich? Where the fuck did you find that?”
He is outside the door, in the foyer, when he yells, “Are you for real? It’s four in the morning, bro.
No fuckin’ way, I’m not making you a cucumber sandwich.
Nope, definitely not baking you an Eaton Mess for breakfast either…
Dude!” A brief pause, then, “Duuuude! Quit doomscrolling n’ go to bed.
Nougat? You know what, you utter the word ‘nougat’ one more time, I’ll come there n’ nougat your nut sack. ”
I giggle at their conversation. No idea what Jake is saying but I can hear Ryan’s irritation.
“Bro, I’m busy,” Ryan whisper yells.
“No shit. Should’ve checked the time before waking me up,” he continues.
“Don’t you dare call me back in an hour! Asshole…” He sighs. “Will you be happy with a three-course meal sometime next week?”
“Right, how ‘bout Wednesday night? Sure. How very considerate. I’m hanging up now. Yes. Yes, I’ll tell her.”
I yawn and stretch, it’s still dark outside. I’m wide awake by the time he walks back into the room. I find him staring at my chest, the covers have slipped and now my breasts are in the open. I blush but I don’t cover myself remembering his words from last night.
I want to steal you under the bright lights, with your eyes wide open.
“Do you need to be somewhere?” I am on my back giving him a better view of my breasts. He called them perfect last night.
He inhales sharply. “Not anymore.” His eyes flick to my chest and quickly back to my face.
“Do I get a good morning kiss or do you still believe I have the cooties.”
He laughs and climbs into bed. “Jake says hi.”
Oh, so Jake knows I am with him. I don’t know how I feel about this.
Does he discuss all his lovers with his friends or am I the special one.
I decide not to let my troubled misguided thoughts ruin the chance of wonderful morning sex.
I have never had morning sex before and I am highly motivated to change that today even if I am little sore from last night.
I drape my leg on his, my softness on his hard muscles. My lips peck the span of his chest and my fingers caress his defined ridges and grooves. My hand slips down lower on his body, inside his shorts and running my index finger on his length.
“Are you always this horny in the morning?”
“Um-hmm.” I run my tongue on his neck and watch as the goosebumps break out on his skin.
“How do you get off? You like toys?” His voice is predatory.
I bite my lip.
“A showerhead?”
I shake my head.
“Let me guess, you play with your clit, but you don’t let your fingers inside? Your skin turns warm and your cheeks blush first. Then desire slithers down every inch of you coloring your pussy, making it blush too.” He removes my hand from his cock.
He eyes my breasts, my nipples pebbling under his gaze. “Your tits are so fantastic but you neglect them, don’t you? You’re in so much rush to get to the end that patience is really a virtue with you.”
I realize I have nothing to lose by being honest with him.
“I don’t have any toys,” I confess and he is watching so intently, listening so attentively.
“I never dared to buy one. I don’t think much about the act itself.
I fit it into a daily routine, like a chore.
Because once it’s done, I can focus my mind on more important things.
At least in the past it felt like that. But more recently things have changed.
I wake up with dreams of a boy who put a knife to my throat and later stole my very first kiss.
I keep thinking what could have happened if I had kissed him back all those years ago.
I pleasure myself fantasizing of kissing that boy.
Just his lips, he doesn’t even have to touch me anywhere else to make me wet. ”
I have managed to shock Ryan Harper. He goes still next to me. I strengthen myself to continue.
“You were the first boy who kissed me, Ryan. What would have happened if I had seen you differently? If I had kissed you back that night? I keep questioning what would have happened if we had become friends.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten arrested, that’s for sure.” He huffs a humorless laugh, looking away.
“What happened that night?”
He exhales loudly. “I got away with two hundred hours of community service. And then I was punished.”
“Punished. By whom? Did someone hurt you?” I feel anger surge through me at the thought of someone hurting Ryan.
“You’re asking loaded questions very early in the morning, babe.” He smiles down at me but it’s sad. He doesn’t want to tell me. I haven’t earned his trust yet.
“I mean it. I wish I had taken time to know you.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered. I had a lot going on and it wasn’t pretty. It would’ve taken me two seconds to screw things up and send you running for the hills,” he says lost in thoughts.
“Before last night, I have had sex twice, with two different people, like two separate one-night stands. That’s the history of my experience.
I have regretted both times and that was two years ago.
I want you to know that I don’t regret any minute of what we did last night.
I would like to do more of what we did last night if you want to. ”
Dreadful and intimidating silence follows.
He frowns as he understands.
“I have had a lot of sex. Random women who want the same thing as me, on my terms. I never searched for connection, it’s physical. Sex. Release. Repeat. One body then another.”
I flinch. He doesn’t try to cushion the truth.
“I didn’t date, I fucked. I didn’t seek intimacy, I sought pleasure. The women involved with me always knew it was a one-night stand and nothing else. I was hollow inside. I wasn’t capable of anything else. I won’t lie to you. That was my past. I cannot change that.
“But you, you Ishika, you’re different. No girl has ever been in my bed, in my room. I never wanted to bring anyone back home before you. You make me crave for things that I never thought were possible.”
Something feral wakes up inside me as I push him down and climb him. I kiss him with purpose.
“And what would you like to do with me right now?”
His dimple deepens as his thumb strokes my lip. “I wanna take you somewhere.”