Nothing. I heard Melanie’s soft voice in my mind.
But I couldn’t help but think she was wrong. Here Ryan and I both were, stuck on this island in the Caribbean where so many suffered. And right now, all I could think about was getting to that guesthouse faster and having Ryan fuck me into oblivion.
Oblivion sounded like heaven.
When the door to the house was within a hundred feet, I ran, pulling Ryan along with me.
I turned the knob, but it was locked. “Damn!”
We tried all the doors. All locked.
“This is fucked up,” he said. Then, “Fuck it. I don’t care.” He put his fist right through the front window.
I gasped, worried. “Are you hurt?”
“Don’t care,” he said again, reaching his long arm through and undoing the window lock. Then he opened the window and crawled through. “Wait here.”
A few seconds later, he’d unlocked the door. “Hurry,” he said.
I entered and gasped again. The place was decorated nothing like Ryan’s at home but was certainly decorated. Probably by a woman, I’d guess, though none of it was to my taste. The living room was done in pure white, including a white lacquer baby grand piano. It was a muted white rather than stark, but still, I almost had to squint to look at it.
Then I remembered Ryan’s hand. “Let me see.”
“Just a few scratches. Forget it. Let’s find a bedroom.” He raked his fingers through his hair, looking around. “Screw it. We’re doing it here.”
“On this white stuff? You’ll get blood on it.”
“Do I look like I care?” He grabbed me and crushed his lips to mine.
I opened to him, exploring his soft mouth. I’d missed him so much, but I hadn’t let myself think much about him, at least so far as I could control myself. Thinking about Ryan too much would have overridden any logical part of my brain, and I’d had to concentrate on Juliet and the others. I hadn’t been able to control my dreams, though.
But now…
I finally gave myself the freedom to melt into the man I loved.
He cupped my cheeks with his warm hands, thumbing my skin softly. Then he brushed his hands over my shoulders and around to my breasts. He began unbuttoning the silk pajama top, but then ripped it open down the middle, baring me. The fabric landed in a heap at my feet.
He roughly shoved the silk pants over my hips, and within seconds I was naked, my nipples so hard I swore they could have cut through glass. I inhaled. Already I could smell the musk of my arousal.
He thrust his fingers between my legs. “God. Fuck. Ruby. Ruby.” Single words came out as groans.
“Please, Ryan. Please. Now,” I moaned in whispers.
He set me upon the keyboard of the piano—discordant notes rang out, oddly unsettling yet perfect for the moment—and then pushed the black pants he wore over his hips and thrust into me.
Steadying myself, I hit the keys with my left hand, and more disharmonic chords swirled around us. I let out a long moan, letting him seat himself to the hilt inside me. We hadn’t been separated long, yet this felt like a homecoming. Like a deliverance from evil—which, in some ways, it was.
With my other hand, I touched Ryan’s rough cheek and stared into his dark and fire-filled eyes.
We didn’t speak, but our gazes spoke volumes. He thrust into me again and again, each thrust evoking more obscure notes from the piano.
The position was different somehow, and each thrust rubbed at my clit until soon I was ready to explode into orgasm.
“Yeah,” Ryan grunted. “God, yeah.”
I screamed as the convulsions started deep within me, traveling through my core to my limbs, and then returning at light speed to my pussy, exploding like fireworks.
Ryan thrust into me one last time, groaning, as he emptied inside me.
When he came down, he kissed my forehead gently, sighing.
My hand fell from his cheek to the piano keys, eliciting higher notes this time.
“Baby,” Ryan said. “Let’s find a bedroom. I’m going to lick every drop of my cum out of you, and then I’m going to fuck you again and again.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ryan
We found a bed in the master suite. Again, all in fucking white. I didn’t give a rat’s ass if we soiled every inch of this house. I wasn’t stopping until I’d had my fill of Ruby…and that wouldn’t be for a while.
I undressed so we were both naked, and I pulled her against me. God, her skin, so soft and supple against my own. How had I never stopped to just feel her? Enjoy the sensation of our skin touching? I hardened again, my cock pushing into her soft belly. Her effect on me hadn’t lessened at all. I closed my eyes and inhaled. The sweetly pungent smell of sex coiled around us. I touched her between her legs. My semen had dripped out of her, wetting the inside of her thighs.
I hardened even further. I pushed her down upon the bed and spread her legs. Licking my lips, I dived in.
Sweet heaven. She tasted of a mixture of us, of our lust. Of our love. I pulled at her clit. She grabbed two fistfuls of the white duvet, moaning my name.
Her moans fueled my desire, and I tugged at her labia, swirled my tongue around her wet lips and then thrust it inside her hot channel. She arched her back, her hips rising, as she ground against my face.
God, she was so hot, and she knew just how to turn me on.
I flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her thighs forward so her beautiful ass was mounted for my view. Her pale skin shone against the stark white of the comforter. I leaped back into her wet heat, sliding my tongue from her clit all the way up to her pink and puckered asshole. She shuddered beneath me, grasping the covers once more, her hips undulating as she pushed her ass back into my face. I wanted to lick every inch of her, drown in her sweetness.
My cock throbbed, but I hadn’t had enough of tasting her yet. I lay down next to her, positioning my head at the edge of the bed, and then pulled her onto me. “Sit on my face, baby.” Her cream coated my cheeks and chin, and I reveled in it.
And then… Oh God… Her tongue was slithering over my cockhead, invading my tiny slit, and then her mouth was upon me until I nudged the back of her throat.
Good God! That was the farthest she’d ever taken me, and I concentrated all my willpower on not unloading again right there.
I couldn’t hold out much longer, so as much as it pained me, I pushed her off my face. “Take my cock, Ruby. Ride me.”
She turned to face me, her cheeks rosy, her blue eyes afire, and grasped my cock with her fist. Slowly she nudged it against her swollen pussy and sank down on me inch by excruciating inch.
She gloved me like no other ever had. So tight, so perfect around me, hugging me, clasping me with her ridged walls. I reached up to her breasts, which I hadn’t paid any attention to yet. How could I have neglected such perfection? I smoothed my hands over her silky skin, but I couldn’t keep my hands off her nipples for long. I thumbed them, loving how they hardened further at my touch. I tugged at them, and she moaned.
“Ryan, God. That feels so good!”
I twisted them harder, and she began riding me faster. I jerked my own hips up and down with her rhythm, and when my balls tightened against my perineum and the tiny convulsions began, I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“Ruby. God, Ruby! I love you!”
I erupted into her, pulsating wildly, exploding into her willing body. When she followed me into ecstasy, clamping around me, I pulled her down to me and took her lips with mine, kissing her deeply.
I couldn’t kiss her hard enough, fast enough, and through our orgasms we remained kissing, our mouths fused together as were our bodies.
Finally, I broke the kiss and inhaled harshly. She collapsed on top of me, and rather than roll her over to her side, I welcomed her weight, her body against mine. Our skin stuck together with perspiration. After a few moments, she slid off me and sighed.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow times a hundred,” I replied.
She sniffled against my arm.