Ryan exhales a gravelly hum in appreciation, looking down at my bare chest and peaked nipples. He runs a thumb over one.
“These fucking tits, Ind.” He pinches me, drawing out a low moan from my throat. “And these goddamn nipples. So pretty between my fingers.”
“Even prettier on your tongue.”
He chuckles a silent laugh. “Needy tonight, Blue?” Pulling a single white flower from my hair, he toys with it, spinning it in between his fingers before brushing the petals over my chest. “Because there’s nothing in this world I’d love more than hearing you beg, and trust me, baby, I won’t stop until I hear it.”
There’s a different energy to Ryan tonight, and I’m quickly realizing that the night we had sex was simply a warm-up. As if he was dusting off the cobwebs after years of celibacy. The realization is equal parts thrilling as it is terrifying.
The silkiness of the petals lightly brush over my nipple, the delicate sensation almost too much on my heated skin.
I shudder, but don’t speak.
He moves to the other. “I’ll give you everything you want, but you’re going to have to use that talented mouth of yours and ask for it. I liked how polite you were the other night, so make sure you use your manners to say ‘please’ while you do.”
Taking a centering breath, I sling my arms over his shoulders as he continues to toy with the flower over my stiff flesh. “Will you have your way with me, Ryan? Will you to do all the things you’ve always wanted to do to me?”
A single brow lifts.
“Please,” I add.
“That’s an awful lot of things, Blue.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing we live together and have all the time in the world, but Shay, if you don’t replace that flower with your mouth, there will be no ‘pleases’ tonight, just a string of colorful curse words directed straight at you.”
He huffs a laugh before swooping me up, my legs around his hips. “It’s cute you think you’ll be able to speak while I’m pounding into you.”
Taking me across the room, my back slams against the wall as his mouth slams onto mine. Frantic kisses, clashing teeth. I love controlling Ryan, but unhinged Ryan makes me weak.
There’s nothing calculated about the way he kisses and grinds his body into mine. It’s messy and I fucking love it.
Finally, he takes my breast in his mouth, wet heat surrounding me. He gnashes with his teeth, pulling at my skin and biting me. My body will be decorated with colorful marks tomorrow, which is more than fine by me. Purple is my favorite color after all.
“If I touch your pussy right now, is it going to be wet for me?”
I quickly nod. “Touch me and find out.”
“Was that in the form of a question?”
“Jesus,” I breathe out. “What is this? Jeopardy?”
Ryan laughs. “I need you to hear yourself ask for it, Ind.”
I give up the fight because more than anything, I need him to touch me. “Will you touch me and find out just how wet I am for you?”
Using his hips to pin me to the wall, he pulls my dress up, the chiffon fabric bunching around my waist. He adjusts, looking down at the space between us, pushing the material out of the way. To no surprise my nude-colored thong is soaked.
“Mmm,” he hums in satisfaction. “Good girl. You’re drenched.”
My head falls back to the wall behind me as I watch him run the back of his finger up my slit. He uses that same finger to push my thong to the side, baring my throbbing center. He circles my clit before gathering my arousal and slipping it into his mouth.
“Dear God,” I exhale, watching him taste me.
“Who are you praying to?”
“I’m not sure.”
He moans at the taste of me. “Well, just be sure to use my real name when I make you scream.”
Ryan takes me to the bed, tossing me on the mattress. I’m tall for a girl and I’ve never had the pleasure of being thrown around. I want to be bent into different positions. I want to be held and heaved. I want to feel dominated.
With the predatory way Ryan is stalking towards the bed, I have no doubt I will be.
He unbuttons his shirt as he stands over me, slowly revealing his cut chest and carved stomach. “Ask me for what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t react, only continues to undress for me.
“Will you please fuck me?” I correct without guidance.
His ocean eyes flicker to me with a wash of pride. “My smart girl is learning, I see.”
“Do you like this, Ryan? Do you like me begging for every little thing?”
He tosses his shirt on the floor—surprisingly.
“Do you?”
A flush heats my cheeks. “Yes.”
Unzipping himself, he steps out of his pants, once again reminding me of just how impressive he is. “That’s because you know I’ll give you every fucking thing you could ever ask for. You stopped worrying about your own needs a long time ago, Indy, but I want you to hear yourself ask and I want to watch you take.”
Goddamn. I’m fairly certain this man could make me orgasm from his words alone.
But he’s right. I never thought about it that way, but there’s a vulnerability in asking for the things I want and expecting them in return. I spent a lot of years asking and hoping for the life I wanted. It’s almost as if my words were never heard so I stopped asking at all.
Ryan wants me to ask and expect a return because he’ll deliver, and I know he’s not only referring to the bedroom, but our life outside of these walls.
“So, ask me for what you want, Indy.”
“Will you explain, in detail, everything you’re going to do to me?” Licking my lips, I find myself enjoying the taste of those words.
He grabs my dress bunched at my hips and yanks it, pulling me to the edge of the bed before slipping it down my legs. It meets his pants and shirt on the floor, and I want to praise him for being in the moment and not giving a shit about them.
A wicked grin lifts on his lips. “First”—he pulls me by my wrists to sit up—“you’re going to take these off me.” He places my fingertips on the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Then you’re going to make some of your pretty noises that I love so much when you put my cock inside your pussy. I’m going to pull your hair. I’m going tell you how well you’re taking it, how pretty you look stretched around me. I’m going to fuck you on your back then on your knees. And when you come, it’ll be after I give you permission to.”
My thighs rub together, but Ryan separates them, taking another step towards me.
“And the whole time, I’m going to give you everything you need because I love you.”
Hands threaded into my hair, he does exactly what he promised, pulling my head back to kiss me. Languid strokes of his tongue run against mine as we take our time, savoring every lick and taste. There’s nothing rushed about it, until I pull his briefs down and circle the base of his cock with my fist.