“That’s it, Soph,” Ryan’s voice growled in my ear, his fingers never stopping.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t buck my hips. My own orgasm was pinning me to the spot. Holding me prisoner until a flush of heat hit my legs like I’d wet myself.
“Oh God,” the words escaped before I could stop them.
“It’s ok, darlin’,” Ry reassured. “You’re just squirting for me. And it’s so fucking amazing.”
His fingers didn’t stop. Wet noises echoed around the room. Inside, every muscle felt like it was spasming, squeezing out every bit of fluid my body contained until I lay there dazed, staring up at him, but not seeing anything. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly and I felt every millimetre leave me, my pussy overly sensitive.
“Did I…”
“Yes, Grey. You did. And I fucking love it, darlin’’.” Ryan pushed his lips to mine, taking a long, slow kiss before releasing my hands.
I felt the wet creeping between my legs, my linen trousers sticking to my skin. Ry smiled against my lips.
“Fucking soaked now, sweetheart. Better get these trousers off you.”
I think I agreed, but I was still too dazed and confused to say much other than nod, and his hands were already tugging them down my hips and over my thighs. When the air hit my skin, it was cold.
Ryan stood up off the sofa, pushing his cut off his shoulders, shrugging out of his leather jacket and then pulling the hoodie over his head. I watched almost helplessly, my heart still beating into my ears, as he pulled at the button of his jeans. He’d barely pushed them over his hips when his cock sprang out.Hard, ready and mean. Metal already glinting in the living room light.
“Look at me, Grey,” his voice rumbled overhead, and I eventually snatched my eyes away. “We don’t have to…”
“No.” My voice was clipped. Too stern, and for a second, I bit my lip. “No,” I repeated more softly. “I want to… I just.”
“I’ll go slow, Sophie. Give you time to adjust to each one. I know you’ll get wet enough for me. You already are.” Ry reached for my hand, pulling it between my legs, pushing my fingers into myself. “See?”
I nodded, unable to take my teeth from my lip in case it trembled uncontrollably. He pushed at the collar of my woollen overcoat, and I wriggled it off my shoulders, his fingers already popping buttons free from the shirt underneath. When he brushed the thin material aside, he moved away, sitting back on his haunches, his pierced dick rearing up and his eyes raking over my chest.
“Soph, you’re so fucking beautiful,” his voice mumbled low and deep, and for a moment I wasn’t sure whether he might just eat me. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed these.”
He moved quickly, ripping the cups of my bra sideways, replacing them with his hands, the tips of rough fingers brushing my nipples. I arched my back into him, involuntarily. He groaned or growled. I couldn’t tell which, the sound muffled as his face sank into my chest, his beard scratching, making me gasp. His teeth grazed over a nipple, a warning. Because suddenly he’d pulled it into his mouth, sucking and nipping until I was writhing underneath him. I bucked my hips, my body reacting without my consent, my pussy brushing the head of hiscock. It was a growl this time as he sucked harder, vibrations racing through my flesh.
“Shit, Ry,” I whimpered, shoving my fingers into his hair and pulling him into me.
I felt a brush between my legs, the tips of his fingers teasing, my pussy pulsing with need the minute he stroked them through me. He pushed inside quickly. No warning. No careful positioning, just straight inside me, like he knew exactly where I was. My insides shuddered immediately, warmth pooling straight away. He didn’t move slow. He gathered speed, straight to the same assault as before, pumping his fingers up into me. Every time I shuddered or writhed under him, I felt his teeth at my nipple. Every thrust of my hips and he sucked harder, swirling his tongue until my senses were flooded. Overloaded. This time I felt it before I heard it. A sudden tension, a release, a gush, the spread of warmth. Ryan moved his mouth from my breast, shuffling up me slightly.
“Good, fucking girl.” There was no mistaking the growl in his voice this time. It was raw, feral, threatening, and my pussy clenched. “You ready for me, Grey?” his words tickled my earlobe, hot breath dashing disturbing my hair.
I nodded.
Ryan moved, pulling his fingers from me, cold air rushing to the spot his hand had been. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching his hand move to his cock and wrapping around the base. It looked worse in his hand, hard, angry, metal like weapons. Pre-cum glistened on the end like a jewel, contradicting the monster pointing towards me. Ry pumped the shaft, the metal moving. My stomach tightened, pushing heat to my pussy like it knew I was going to need it.
When he dipped forward again, his lips felt for mine. He was gentle at first. I felt the brush of his knuckles against my thigh and the movement of his head against me as he pulled himself through my wetness. He swirled his finger, smearing his pre-cum, lubricating the tip with both our juices. His tongue pushed into my mouth roughly with a grunt, suddenly hard, taking my breath away. Between my legs, I felt him. The tip pushing into me as confident as those fingers had been just a moment ago. He didn’t need to feel for me, he knew exactly where I was, the head of his cock forcing me open.
His teeth nipped mine. A spark of pain and a thrust of his hips. Something solid moving into me, and I squeaked under his mouth, half in fright. He sucked hard against my lips, his tongue following, and then he grunted as he slid further into me. Another bump. Another pull on my flesh. I counted three. Three fucking barbellls inside me. My stomach burned like it was on fire, and my pussy stretched as the fourth slipped inside, moving through the path the others had created.
Ryan moved his lips to my ear, his breath dusting there a second, and I could feel his heart beating against my chest. And then his teeth clamped down on my earlobe, biting and sucking. I drew in a breath, the sudden pain taking any words away. His hips moved hard then, pushing against me, thrusting his cock inside, the remaining barbellls grabbing at my flesh as they were forced inside.
Now, I cried out. Pain. Pleasure. Heat. Something else all merged into one overloaded cocktail of sensation. Ryan didn’t stop. Didn’t give me time to adjust. He grunted as he pulled back, moving the metal inside me. Pulling his barbaric cock through my tissues as my pussy screamed and begged. Or maybe that was me? Because I felt the moan come up from his chest, hishands moving into my hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling back. His eyes locking on mine as between my legs his cock pushed back in, my legs jolting around him.
“Oh, God.” That whimper was definitely mine.
He fisted my hair, pricks of pain in my scalp, heavier in my pussy, each thrust from his cock bumping through me. He pulled my leg over his hip with his free hand, sinking deeper into me so our pubic bones ground together each time he bottomed out.
“You’re fucking incredible, Soph,” he growled against my ear, his hips working into me, stealing any reaction that I could give.
“Shit,” I hissed as he filled me again, the thrusts growing stronger, metal moving inside me, pulling and pushing, and heat flaring in my stomach. “Ry…”
