I can’t put it clearly. There’s no reason for Ryan to be acting shifty, but he seems off-kilter.
“You skipped class today? Where’d you go then?”
I sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was with Lucy. We went to brunch. I had some things I needed girl talk about—”
“Like how you have feelings for Viktor? It’s okay if you do… I just want to process them.”
“No… yes..maybe?” I sigh. “I don’t even know him. I know his name. I know he likes kinky sex. I know he’s into withholding pleasure. I know he’s got a tattoo of a skull and a bird or something. I don’t know him, Ryan.”
He sighs and looks away, pausing for a long second before pulling me into his arms. “I need to hear that you love me, Everleigh. Like, love me, love me.In love, love me. If you end up loving him too, I need that to hold on to.”
Oh fuck. I’ve been with Ryan so long. I’ve said I love you so many times. I completely glazed over how much he might need to hear the words in a more romantic way.
I lean into him, kissing his solid chest. “Ryan, I’m in love with you,” I say with a reassuring smile. “I without a doubt have been in love with you since a year after Max disappeared. If I’ve ever given you the impression that I wasn’t, it’s only because you are way too good for me and I was scared of ruining you.”
He tips a finger under my chin and gazes down at me. “You felt amazing last night. I’ve been looking forward to touching you like that for years. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I… I should’ve.”
I crash into his mouth, kissing him with heat and intensity, our tongues massaging against each other as his hands hold steady on my face.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, dragging his thumb across my lower lip.
I can’t help but smile before he leans in again, kissing my mouth with more pressure this time, his hands wilder, freer as they move over top the light fabric of my floral sundress. His large palm lands heavy across my breast as the other hand moves up my skirt and onto my ass.
He groans into my mouth as though he’s desperate for me again, sending an ache between my legs that wants to be satisfied.
“I want you,” I whine. “You felt so good last night.”
Ryan lifts his light t-shirt off his chest and unbuckles his jeans sliding them to the floor before pulling at the white cotton panties beneath my dress.
Moment by moment, I breathe him in. The warm spice, the tangled heat, the welcomed touch. Electricity pulls down my arms, sending bolts of hot energy into my fingertips.
My neck arches back and his lips crawl up and over my shoulder, biting gently when he reaches the blade.
I moan and bend forward onto the back of the couch, presenting myself to him like a swollen pink lioness, ready for her king.
His swollen cock presses against my core, and I jump but he holds me in place, gripping my hips as he presses in further.
Inch, by wide inch, Ryan thrusts into me, spreading me open, scraping against my walls. He’s large behind me, tighter, deeper in this position than he had been last night.
Adrenaline rushes through me, exploding in my veins as he fists into my hair with one hand, the other rounds my hip to circle my clit. I let out a quick whine then lean into his touch, inadvertently rotating my hips with his movement until a wave of energy crawls up from my toes and begins to tease my groin.
“Are you going to come for me, sweet girl?” His voice is low and husky in my ear, sending a thrill of pleasure through my body that waves forward my orgasm.
Bent over against the sofa, my hands grip the fabric and my hair falls over top my shoulder as he continues to thrust. Harder and harder. Faster then slower. My jaw tightens as I convulse against him, screaming out until I feel his thighs begin to tighten and clench.
“Fuck,” he growls with satisfaction. His hands massage my lower back. “I’m going to need that every second of every day.”
White-hot ecstasy shimmers inside of me, holding grip to all my thoughts and functions.
Smiling, I twist toward him, kissing his lips with purpose, his come dripping from between my legs, sliding down toward the floor. “I’ll gladly give it to you every day.”
His arms wrap around my waist, and he pummels me onto the couch playfully, running his hands through my hair as he holds my gaze. “What do you say we shower, then climb into bed early, and hold each other until the sun comes up?”
I bite my bottom lip and smile playfully. “That sounds perfect. I’ll be right in. I just have to check on my English paper. The professor is saying I didn’t turn it in, but I know I did.”
He kisses my neck slowly and climbs up off me, heading into the bathroom with a bare ass and a long, flaccid dick. I should’ve done this alongtime ago.
Following after him, I head into the free space that we use as a small office. It’s not very big, but it’s wide enough to hold a student sized desk, my laptop, Ryan’s computer, and a short filing cabinet that he insists is safer than electronic records.
