“You need my cock to make you come, Baby? You want me to fill you up?” I ask, nipping her neck, not caring if I leave a mark. Without waiting for her answer, I sit back on my heels and pull her hips back, plunging back deep into her centre with one thrust. Throwing her head back, she gasps at the sudden onslaught. Giving her no time to adjust, I pound into her. Rising on shaky hands, she meets me thrust for thrust. I’m not sure if I can hold on much longer as I watch her pussy swallow my hard cock.
“Look at your ass shake as you take me so well.” I squeeze her cheeks. She gasps as my thumb drifts over her tight hole.
Reaching around with my opposite hand, my fingers find her swollen clit and circle it with enough pressure to make her scream.
“I want you to come for me one more time,” my voice rumbles. “Can you do that?”
As if on command, she cries out, and she shatters around my dick. Watching her come undone triggers my release. My breath becomes shallow as my stomach tightens. My skin is burning, every nerve in my body coming alive with sensation as pleasure rushes through me. With one last thrust, my muscles tense, andI let go, hot cum shooting deep into her core. Gasping, I ride out my pleasure as my cock throbs and pulses inside her. Fuck. I wish there wasn’t a barrier between us. What I wouldn’t do to watch my cum drip from her cunt. That’s a future conversation that needs to be had.
Taking a moment, running soothing hands up and down her sides, I rest my forehead on her back and catch my breath. With me still buried deep and her ass still in the air, she rests her head on the mattress and closes her eyes so she can do the same. Slowly, I pull out and sit back on my heels, removing the condom and tying it in a knot before dropping it in the trash beside the bed.
Pulling the pillow out from beneath her, I kiss her on her shoulder and coax her down beside me. “You rest for a minute, and then we can get cleaned up.”
Rolling over into my arms, she pulls me close. “Okay, I just want to lie here with you,” she sighs. “That was…amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” I press a kiss onto her forehead, running my fingers slowly up and down the length of her spine. As we lie there in silence, I try to process what this means for us.
It’s then that I hear the distinct sound of her stomach rumbling with hunger.
“Ryan?” she says, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, Baby?”
“Do you think the lasagna has rested long enough?”
Twenty-Seven
“I think lasagna for breakfast is an excellent choice, don’t you?” I ask as I take another bite from my perch on Ryan’s kitchen island. The cheese is a little dark, and the noodles are crispy around the outside, but I think it’s perfect. We made this—together.
“The best. Do you think this will be our signature dish, or should we try to learn how to cook something else before we decide?” he teases before taking his plate to the sink and rinsing it off.
After taking a shower last night, Ryan left me in bed so he could lock up and put the lasagna in the fridge. We agreed it wasn’t ideal picnic food, and instead he returned with crackers and cheese, cherries, and chocolate-covered almonds.
I watch him quietly move around the kitchen, going through the familiar motions of grinding coffee beans and making his morning coffee. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, showing off the V that all women love, and he didn’t bother putting on socks or a shirt. His hair is all over the place, and I estimate he has three days’ beard growth on his face. I found out that he onlyrecently started wearing glasses and does so reluctantly. Well, they are on his face this morning, and I’m not mad about it.
“Can I ask you something?” I blurt out, then close my eyes and sigh, wishing I could retract the random question that popped into my brain.
“Sure. What do you want to know?” Pouring us each a coffee, he brings them to where I’m sitting, then returns to the fridge to collect the white chocolate mocha creamer he bought for me yesterday. Sitting on a stool, he waits for me to ask.
“Will you tell me about your tattoo?” I ask hesitantly.
Leaning his elbows on the counter, he runs a thumb back and forth over his lower lip. Nodding slowly, he meets my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask. I’ll tell you, but can you tell me how you knew I had one first? It’s been bothering me for months.”
One night at Bob’s, Logan had been teasing Carson about getting a tattoo. He’s terrified of needles and pointed out Ryan didn’t have any either. I knew better and said so. Ryan wasn’t happy about it, and I regretted it immediately. But now that I have seen it, I need to know.
“I didn’t know what you got, but I remember when you got it,” I say, pushing aside my plate and picking up my steaming mug.
“How?” His forehead furrows. “I went after hours and there wasn’t anyone but Banks and me in the studio.”
“I was still an apprentice and had forgotten my jacket in the breakroom earlier that day. When I came back, you were on his table. I thought nothing of it because Banks has never kept regular hours. Neither of you noticed I was there, so I left. To be honest, I never thought of it again until you said you didn’t have one.”
“Okay,” he says, biting the inside of his lip. “The tattoo is part of a much bigger story.” He stands from his stool and blows out alarge breath. “This isn’t how I imagined this conversation would go.”
He reaches for my hand. Setting my coffee down, I let him help me jump down from the counter.
“What do you mean?” I ask as he leads me by the hand towards the couch in the living room.
“Well, for one, I thought we would be wearing more clothes.” His gaze travels the length of my body before he meets my eyes and sits down.
