Shifting his hold on me, he drops his mouth back down to the swell of my left breast. He places an open-mouthed kiss against my skin. Then he sucks. He marks my flesh as I ride his dick, my orgasm spiraling tighter.
In moments, he breaks away, gasping for air, and I look down to see the red mark on my breast. It turns me all the way on. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to him as we both move our hips, finding a new rhythm. His cock is the perfect size to give me what I need. My orgasm builds inside me, pressure and heat mounting, unfurling outwards, growing deeper, rooting itself in me like a tree.
“I’m close.” I shut my eyes tight as I chase this feeling.
“Tell me when,” he groans, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Tess—tell me—”
“Not yet,” I cry, knowing he’s holding back. “God, keep going—”
“Sit back.” He pushes on my shoulders. “Baby, sit back and work your clit. We don’t stop ‘til you scream.”
I shove off his chest, keeping myself impaled on his dick as I change angles, all my weight now balanced over my hips as I bounce on his thighs. He holds my weight easily, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, his eyes locked on me as I move on top of him.
I feel all of me swaying and vibrating in this primal dance. I’m on fire with the need to come.
“Touch your clit,” he demands again. “I wanna watch you come on my dick.”
I drop my hand between us and work my clit, my orgasm burning in my core, moments from bursting outwards. I feel the tingle curling my toes, and I know I’m about to lose all control. “Now,” I moan, my hand going slack on my clit as I just apply steady pressure.
Ryan takes over from below, hands on my hips as he hammers into me, fucking me senseless. My body is frozen as I tip my head back and let out a breathless scream. Beneath me, Ryan’s hips grind, losing all rhythm as he chases his release, spilling into me.
Oh god, I can feel it. I feel the moment he releases inside me. It sends my core quivering, and then it’s like I’m pulling him in deeper. There’s no barrier between us and I take it all, my pussy gripping tight to him as we ride out our orgasms.
The euphoria only lasts moments. Then it just feels like I have nothing left. Emptiness. Perfect emptiness. I’m carved out and hollow. I sink forward, not even recognizing the whimpering noise that escapes me when I press myself against his naked chest.
His arms go around me as our faces swim in a sea of my red curls. He brushes them back, kissing my sweaty forehead as we both find our breath again. After a moment, I lift off him, body still shaking. The loss of him inside me feels devastating. The moment he’s gone, I want him back. I feel his cum between my thighs, warm and wet. I flop down next to him on the love seat, clenching my thighs together, holding him in. We’re seated side by side, only our hands touching. Slowly, I turn my head, and he does the same. We breathe in sync as we come down from our high.
“That was amazing,” he says, still breathless.
I nod, holding his gaze. It was amazing. Ryan Langley is amazing. Kind and thoughtful, beautiful inside and out. Generous. Strong.
Fuck, I am in so much trouble.
“I’ve never—” He goes quiet, looking away.
“What?” I whisper, my hand brushing his thigh.
“It’s nothing,” he says, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.
“Tell me.”
He glances over his shoulder at me. “The day we met…in Jake’s kitchen?”
“I remember,” I say with a smile, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.
He nods, his gaze heating as his eyes trail down to the mark he left on my chest.
My hand flutters on instinct, my fingers brushing over it, knowing exactly where it is on the swell of my breast.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you in that moment,” he admits, his voice soft.
“I remember,” I say again.
His gaze locks back on me and the intensity of it has my smile falling. “You want us to just be friends…friends who fuck.”
My heart stops. “Ryan—”
“And I’ll play along,” he says quickly. “I’ll be your friend, Tess. And I’ll gladly fuck you again. You say the word, and this can all happen again,” he goes on, gesturing between us. “I want you to feel good. I want to be the reason you feel good. And I want you to know that no one has ever made me feel as good as you make me feel. I want this, Tess. I’m afraid of how much I want it,” he admits. “But no matter what else happens, we’re friends, yeah?”
I nod, trying to will my heart to beat. How is vulnerability so easy for him? He makes it seem so effortless to just say exactly what he’s thinking. No games, no tricks. Meanwhile, I’m a mess. Now that the sex is over, my walls are rebuilding fast.
“We can’t stay in here,” I say at last, shifting away. “People will come looking for us.” I’m not sure how I’ll sneak past an entire house of people and have no one notice that I’m freshly fucked. I don’t even have a lipstick with me to try and touch this up.
Ryan stands with a tired groan, awkwardly trying to shimmy back into his boxers and jeans, tucking his dick away.
I’m slipping my breasts back inside my bustier, adjusting them so they sit right, when something catches my eyes. “Ryan,” I murmur, heart in my throat.
“Hmm?” He snatches his shirt up off the floor, slipping it back on.
“Ryan,” I say again, panic rising.
“Are these mine or yours?” he teases, dangling my panties on his pinkie. “I think this is a case of finders keepers—”
“Ryan,” I cry.
He finally turns my way, his hand already stuffing the panties in his pocket. “What?” He takes in my expression, and then he’s reaching for me, dropping back down next to me on the love seat. “Oh—baby, what is it? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you with all my blabbing about Jake’s kitchen and—Tess, what—”
I point up to the device with the glowing red light mounted at the corner of the wall. “There’s a camera in here.”
45
I slam the door of my car and rush up the driveway in the rain, trying not to spill my coffee or slip and bust my ass. Panting as I reach the front porch, I flip back the hood of my jacket, dancing in place to shake off some of the rain.
I’ve been up since 5:00 a.m., too wired to sleep—which is crazy because, by all rights, I should be dead to the world. Alcohol and orgasms are a heady combination. Enough to knock me out cold after three rounds last night—twice at the party and once in the shower when we got home.
Apparently, they’re just not enough to keep me asleep. Not when the sky is falling, and I may lose my title as an honorary Ray.
I slipped naked out of Ryan’s bed, threw on some workout clothes, and high-tailed it over here. I need answers. And advice. And to be talked off this ledge…or maybe pushed. No one is better at talking me off ledges than Rachel.
I dig in the pocket of my raincoat, fishing out my keys, and let myself into the house. It’s the work of moments to pop in the code to disable their alarm system. Then I’m rushing up the stairs, determined to do a proper freakout session with my best friend.
The dog barks, meeting me in the hallway with alarm that quickly morphs into delight. I march right past all the closed bedroom doors, heading straight for the master bedroom.
“Rach, girl, I need to talk to you,” I cry, pushing on the half-open door.
Jake and Rachel are curled up together at one end of their double king bed. He’s on the end, facing in towards her, being the big spoon. Ilmari is stretched out across the other king. Caleb is nowhere to be found.
“Rach,” I say again. “I need you.”
Jake bolts up in the bed. “Tess?” he says, his voice scratchy.
“I need to talk to Rachel,” I say, shucking off my wet raincoat and dropping it to the floor.
Ilmari groans something in Finnish, rolling to his side.
“What time is it?” Rachel asks.
“Early,” I reply, kicking off my shoes. “Like, not even 7:00 a.m.”
Rachel grabs Jake’s arm, checking the time on his Apple watch. She whimpers, pressing her face deeper into the pillow. “Tess, no. My alarm was going off in fifteen minutes.”