How was she supposed to hurry when she could barely stand? Finally getting the key to slide into the lock, she turned it, hearing the bolt slide free with relief. Ryan reached around her and shoved the door open, pushing her inside as he followed close behind.
She was slammed into from behind and pushed against the wall, Ryan burying his head in her neck as he licked and bit at her skin. “Don’t wait, Ryan. Please,” she moaned and dragged in a deep breath. “Need you inside me. Now.”
Ryan spun her around and taking hold of her panties, dipped down as he yanked them off. She stepped out of them, and as he stood, she reached for his belt buckle. He slapped his palms against the wall above her shoulders, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was hot and desperate. Fin dragged his zipper down, and Ryan groaned as she reached inside his boxer briefs and freed him, gripping him tightly as she stroked. He was so hard she could feel his blood hot and pulsing in her palms.
One of his hands came off the wall as he tore free from their kiss, finding its way between her legs. His mouth trailed hungrily down her neck as he slid a finger roughly inside her.
“Ryan!” she cried out, pleasure pooling hotly in her belly.
“Baby,” he moaned, slipping in another finger and twisting forcefully. He nipped her skin with his teeth and then licked it better. “I can never get enough of you.”
Ryan slid his fingers away, and she whimpered at the loss.
“Need you,” she rasped.
“You’ll get me,” he replied roughly. He dug both hands into the backs of her thighs and yanked her upwards. She squeezed both her arms around his neck, feeling his muscles flex effortlessly as he pressed her into the wall. “Fuck,” he growled, looking down.
“What?” she breathed as she rubbed up against him.
“Your dress. I want to see myself sliding in and out of you, but it’s in the way.”
Untangling herself from his hard body, she shoved him back. He stood, breathing heavy, as she wrenched her dress up over her head and tossed it towards the floor. Her bra followed soon after. Seconds ticked by as he stared at her. She shivered under the craving in his eyes.
“Ryan,” she pleaded.
“Jesus, baby.” He reached down and stroked himself.
Her mouth dry, she swallowed. “What?”
“I could come just standing here looking at you—that golden skin of yours all flushed and begging for me.” Ryan’s hand kept rubbing and tugging as his eyes took her in. “Come here.”
Fin moved towards him, instinct taking full control of her body. Ryan reached for her, picking her up in his arms. His rough clothing scratched at her sensitive skin as she rolled her hips against him. He walked her towards the couch and sank down into it, leaving her straddling him.
“Now,” he commanded through gritted teeth, his voice strained.
Kneeling above him, she slid down on his hard length, moaning as he filled her.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his eyes watching their connection with lowered lids.
“Ryan,” she breathed as she moved over him. He was inside her, and right now, she needed nothing else except for him to stay there.
“Mmm?” His eyes locked on hers.
“Harder,” she moaned. She wanted it to hurt. She wanted to never stop feeling him, even when he wasn’t there.
His hips snapped up at her command and she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. With one hand gripping her hip hard, Ryan splayed the other across her belly. He rubbed, moving upwards until he rolled her nipple sharply in her fingers. Fin’s head fell back when he leaned in and took the other in his mouth, sucking deeply.
Oh God, what this man made her feel. Even as her legs trembled, aching from their straddled position over his hips, Fin felt she could keep moving like that forever.
Ryan scraped his teeth over her skin, biting the tender skin before pulling free. Both hands now on her hips, he slammed inside her, her body jolting with the force as pleasure shattered her apart.
“Fuck,” she heard him mutter as her body clenched around him. Her eyes fluttered open to find him watching her intently. His lips were parted, his cheeks flushed, and when he came, all his muscles pulled tight as he ground his body inside her, growling her name wildly.
Fear rising swiftly, Fin buried her face into his neck. She wanted him like this forever, wrapped around her like she was all that mattered. But his words came back to haunt her.
“I’m still broken, Fin, and I don’t know if that will ever change.”
Peeling herself away, she knew that no matter how much love pulsed between them, she wasn’t enough and it was possible she never would be.
“We should probably go now,” she told him.
“If you say so.” Ryan’s lips curled and life sparked in his eyes, making her heart ache unbearably.