“Yes,” I pant, rocking my hips against him as I chase my orgasm.
He works with his fingers and his tongue, fucking me like a dream. Pulling his mouth away, he takes two fingers and rubs them over my clit, applying exquisite pressure—soft then hard, working me in small circles. “Tess, look at me,” he orders.
Forcing my eyes to open, I look down my body at him. His lips aren’t stained quite so red now. There’s so much heat in his eyes, mirrored by open honesty. He’s looking at me like he knows me, like he knows what I need. I think maybe he does.
“Come for me, devil. This one’s not for you, it’s for me. I fucking own this one. Give it to me.”
I’m shocked as hell when I realize I’m right fucking there. I want to give him this. I’ll give him my most vulnerable self. I’ll give him my orgasm. I tip my head back, eyes shut tight as I come. My body is wracked with trembling as my clit suddenly develops a heartbeat, pulsing and throbbing, echoing out in waves.
Ryan drops his fingers away and replaces them with his hungry mouth. He sucks on my clit, humming and flicking with his tongue, giving me heat, vibration, and pressure in one. I fall completely apart, body shaking as I cling to the dresser, knees giving out.
“Stop—stop,” I cry, my hand digging into his hair as I pull him off. “Oh my god, I’m gonna pass out.”
He stands, boxing me in with his height and his towering presence. “You did so good,” he says, tipping my face up to kiss my lips. “My sexy fucking devil. My perfect good girl.”
I’m learning this is what he likes. Once he’s had a taste of me, he likes to share it. He wants my taste on my mouth too. He wants all parts of me to taste like my most primal self, and I’m fucking here for it.
I dive in with my tongue, claiming all of his kisses as my body recovers from the shock of such a fierce orgasm. Once I’ve caught my breath, I drop my hands down to the top of his pants, ready for him to feel as good as I feel. “Fuck me, Ryan. Please, I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”
He rocks into my hand, letting me wrap my fingers around his shaft. I work him slow, dropping my hand down to cup his balls. Beyond the walls of this room, the party pulses on—loud music, laughter, the thump of stereo speakers. In this room, it’s just the two of us. I want him. I need him—
“Tess—wait,” he says, breaking our kiss. “Fuck. Shit.”
“What?” I pant, gazing up at him.
He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “I don’t have a condom,” he admits. “I have them back at the house. I really didn’t think I’d need one here,” he adds, gesturing around the dark nursery.
I nod, knowing what he’s asking without asking. “I haven’t been with anyone in months and I’m on the pill—but you have to do what makes you feel comfortable,” I quickly add. “We can wait. We can go back to the house—”
He kisses me, silencing my offers. Pulling back, he cups my face with both hands. “I’ve never been with a woman without a condom.”
I nod, heart in my throat. “Can I ask why?”
He shrugs. “Call it trauma from growing up as the kid of an ER nurse. She had me convinced pretty much anything would lead to my dick turning colors and falling off.”
I laugh, my hands wrapping around his wrists.
“What?” he says.
“Look down.”
He glances down and I know he sees it when he laughs too. His hard dick is currently painted red with my lipstick. “I don’t think this is what she meant,” he says with a smirk, pecking my lips with another kiss.
“I won’t pressure you. Sex is about trust and connection, at least it is for me. And we can always do other things.”
“I want this,” he admits. “I’ve never really had a connection with a partner before. Sex was always just something I did to…get by, I guess,” he explains with a shrug. “I mean, I enjoyed it when it happened. But it wasn’t really about enjoyment if that makes sense. Everything was wrapped, everything was clinical and safe. It was just about satisfying a need. And then I could refocus on my game.”
“You’re a hard worker. You’re committed to your sport.”
“But there is also more to life,” he replies. “I’m not blind to living, Tess,” he adds, kissing me again. “Exploring sex with you has been so much fun. You talk of trusting me? Well, I wanna trust you too. Will you be my first?”
“Are you sure?”
He takes my hand, palming it over his hard erection, and smiles. “This dick is yours ‘til you say otherwise. Take it, sexy devil. Ruin me for all other women.”
I mirror his smile as I take his free hand with mine and trail his fingers over my sternum, between my breasts and down, until he’s cupping my needy pussy. “And this is all yours.” I press myself against him. “I’m aching to have you inside me—”
He silences me with a kiss, and I wrap both my arms around his neck. We’re a stumbling mess as he walks backwards across the room, stopping when he hits the loveseat. He sinks down onto it, and a loud squeak shatters the silence.
I gasp as he reaches a hand under his ass and pulls out a velvety elephant stuffed animal. We both look at it in horror before he tosses it aside with another soft squeak.
“I’ll buy him a new one,” he says, reaching for the panties still twisted around my thighs.
“And a new love seat,” I tease, shifting my weight as I step out of them, leaving me bare assed and dripping for him.
“New curtains.” He pulls me down to straddle his lap. His hands go to the fishnets, his fingers teasing as he runs them up my legs, ending at my thighs.
“New dresser,” I moan, my head tipping back as I grip to his shoulders, my wet pussy gliding against his hard cock.
“I’m gonna buy you things too,” he pants, his hands palming my breasts as I move on top of him.
“Ryan—”
“Friends buy friends presents,” he counters before I can articulate a protest. His mouth closes around my tit and I moan with relief, desperate to feel us connected. His gentle sucking lights me up, sending a wave of pleasure over my body and straight to my clit. He switches sides and I dig my hands in his hair, holding him to my flesh as I grind against him.
“I need more. Please, baby. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Don’t make me wait any longer—”
We’re grinding in a frenzy as he silences me with his mouth, his hips moving with mine. Dropping a hand down between us, I lift my hips off him, losing that heat of connection, But I know it’s only temporary. I hold his dick by the base, angling him up as I relax my hips, desperate to take him.
“It’s yours,” Ryan whispers, his breath warm at my neck, his hands cradling my hips. “Take it, it’s yours.”
On a breathless whimper, I tease his tip at my entrance, feeling him start to slide in.
“Fucking do it.” His left hand tightens in my hair. “Take all of me in your greedy fucking cunt. Be my devil and own me like you—”
We both cry out as I press down with my hips, his length filling me. Dropping forward, I brace with one hand against the loveseat, the other on his shoulder. I work my hips, exhaling as I take him all the way to the hilt. My ass settles against his thighs and we both groan, adjusting to this feeling of connection.
“You feel amazing. Ride me, baby. You’re so tight, so beautiful like this. Your pussy is gripping me like a fist—Jesus—you’re a queen on her fucking throne.”
His dirty talk washes over me as I begin to move, loving the feel of him filling me. I work my hips, trying to find the best angle to give my clit friction too.
“You need more, don’t you?” His hands cup my breasts as I bounce, chasing my pleasure.
“Yes,” I beg. “Please—”
“Please what?” he teases, bending forward to suck my breast again.
“Mark me, Ryan. Mark me so I know I’m yours.”