Ryan’s injured leg is unbent as it hangs off the mattress, using his other to support his weight. Hands hook under my thighs, keeping me steady while also spreading me wider.
“You have no idea, Indy.” Another worshiping kiss on my covered stomach. “The power you have over me.”
My back arches, squirming beneath his body as he lifts my dress up and over my ass.
“All I can think about is seeing you smile and trying to be the reason you are.” This time his warm mouth meets the soft flesh above my panties. “Trying to water those goddamn flowers just enough so I can watch your face light up when you get home.” He bites the edge of my thong, snapping it against my skin. “Making you come just to hear my name dripping from that smart mouth of yours.”
Ryan places a deep kiss on the center of my pussy. A groan rumbles in his throat as he inhales my scent, lingering his face in my slit.
Pushing my hips into him, I can’t help but seek more friction.
“You're soaked, Ind. Does my smart girl like being told how all-consuming she is?”
My thighs tighten around him, unable to use words to articulate just how much I like his doting.
“Words, Indy.”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I do.”
Not that I want to think about the man before him, but I was with that guy for six years and the only time he ate me out is when I begged him to. Apparently in his mind, a blow job doesn’t require reciprocation. I quickly gave up on asking. He was never very good at it anyway, and I sure as hell never came from his mouth.
Ryan, on the other hand, has his face enthusiastically pressed between my legs, as if he could spend the entire night down there and be happy.
I hope he does.
“Ry, do you like doing that?”
“Do I like eating pussy?” His tongue slides against the length of me, the fabric of my underwear creating a delicious friction against my clit. “What if I told you that every morning we had breakfast together, I thought about throwing you on the kitchen island and making a meal out of you instead? Or that every time you wore one of your pretty dresses, I was dreaming about lifting the hem over my head, falling to my knees, and tasting my roommate’s perfect little cunt.” Sitting up, he peels the corners of my panties down my legs, exhaling an appreciative breath when his attention zeros in on my naked center. “So, sure, you could say I like eating pussy, but that’s not what you’re really asking, is it? Ask me the real question, Blue. You want to know if I like eating yours.”
God, his mouth. Dirty talk does it for me regardless, but coming from Ryan, the man who only speaks when the words are needing to be heard, it hits differently.
“Ask me, Ind.” His mouth hovers over me. “Or would my valedictorian like a hands-on lesson instead?” He places a soft, appreciative kiss on my bare clit. “A mouth-on lesson.”
A whimper creeps up my throat, seeing his head buried between my legs, his full lips shining with my arousal.
He surrounds my bud, sucking it into his mouth, and instantly bucking me off the bed.
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my head back into his pillows.
Looking down, I watch his lips slide into a smile as his tongue darts out, tasting my sensitive skin with appreciative licks.
He’s smiling. Smiling while going down on me.
I’ve never felt something so all-consuming as Ryan Shay’s tongue on my body.
Long but controlled strokes taste every inch of me. He groans, sucking, tasting, and teasing me. Hands over my thighs, he pulls me into his mouth, as if he can’t get close enough. His tongue, with controlled precision, focuses its attention on my clit, alternating between flicking it and pulling it into his mouth.
I moan. I cry. I’m entirely under this man’s control because I’m fairly certain I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Tilting me off the bed, his tongue forms a long, wet path from ass to clit.
I jolt in surprise, but find myself loving the sensation, never once being tasted with such detail. “Fuck, Ryan.”
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“My name. Say it again. I want to hear it while my tongue is buried inside of you. I want you to remember you’re mine. So, say my name again.”
Peering down, Ryan looks up at me, watching and waiting for my words, those hands I love so much hooked around my thighs.
I sit up, bending my knees to pull my dress over my head, gaining his undivided attention.
“Ryan,” I draw out in as innocent a tone as I can manage. “I’m yours to do with as you please.” Unhooking my bra, I drop it to the ground too. Slowly. Deliberately. “Use me however you please.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” His head falls in defeat, but not before those blue-green eyes darken to pools of navy. “You’re going to make me come from humping the side of this bed and looking at you.”
I find his hips, grinding into the mattress and can’t help but smile from that.
Stroking his hair, I scrape my nails against his scalp. “Please make me come.”
“So polite tonight, baby.” He kisses my inner thigh, working his way back down to my pussy. A single hand reaches up and squeezes my tit, rolling my nipple before his index and middle fingers dust my lower lip, asking for entrance. “Open your mouth for me and suck.”
I take them in my mouth, sucking them as if they were a different part of his body.
“Yes.” Ryan’s jaw slacks, watching me.
Rolling my tongue down the length of them, I twirl it around his fingertips, then suck them all the way until they touch the back of my throat.
“Goddamn,” he exhales in admiration. “You should see the picture you painted in my head. You’re going to look so pretty on your knees for me.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth. “But first, lie down and come on my tongue like the obedient girl I know you are.”
As he pushes me back down to the mattress, his mouth finds me once again in sync with his wet fingers. It’s the first time he’s really touched me without my own fingers in the way, and the sensation is almost too much. He strokes me in tandem with his mouth before he slides them inside, curling forward and finding my G-spot without much effort.
I gasp when he strokes it at the perfect pace.
For a man who hasn’t been with a woman in years, he sure as shit doesn’t seem out of practice.
“You’re so fucking tight, Ind.” He admires his own fingers pushing in and out of me. “So fucking perfect.”
A rush of heat floods to my lower belly, my pussy fluttering.
He feels incredible. Skilled. Beautiful between my legs and when his fingers slide inside and stroke my front wall once again, every muscle in my body contracts with my impending release.
I’m half a second from coming when Ryan pulls away, his fingers slowing in speed and easing my orgasm off.
“Ryan,” I whine. “No. No, don’t stop.”
“Tell me you’re not moving out.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You want to come? Tell me you’re not moving out.”
I writhe in aching need, trying to push my hips into his single finger as I search for my release.
“Ryan, you need to ice your knee. Please make me come so I can take care of you.”