“Fuck,” he groans. “Do that again.”
I dig in deeper as he thrusts harder, my thighs bracketing his hips, heels pressing into his ass, pulling him closer, deeper, wanting him to never leave my body.
I tilt my head and bury my face in the curve of his neck. God, he smells so good—spicy, a little sweaty, musky and masculine and utterly intoxicating—and I breathe him in, let myself drown in the scent of him as my lips part. I press kisses up the side of his throat, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin, and then I suck, slow and dirty, hollowing my cheeks and leaving my own mark on him.
“Ah fuck,” he rasps. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”
He lifts onto his knees, dragging his cock almost all the way out before driving back in, slow and thick anddeep. His eyes never leave where we’re joined, watching the slick stretch of my pussy around him like it’s the only thing in the world worth looking at.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse, raw, wrecked. One hand grips my thigh, holding me open, while the other slides down to my lower belly and pressed down firmly. I feel it—feelhim—right under his palm, the way he moves inside me making something feral coil low in my stomach.
“Shit… I can see it,” he growls, pupils blown, sweat beading on his brow. “I can see my cock inside you, baby. Look at how full I’ve got you.”
I glance down and the sight makes my pussy clench around him. His thick cock disappears into me again and again, and where his hand presses into my stomach, I canseethe bulge, the outline of him making my body to take every inch.
My moan breaks out, my hips jerking up to meet every thrust. “Ryan,” I gasp as my fingers find my clit, rubbing frantically.
“Fuck yeah,” he pants, the rhythm of his thrusts turning punishing, relentless, his fingers tightening where they press down, like he wants to feel every time he pushes into my body. “Rub that clit. Make yourself come.”
My voice hitches as my head tips back, a cry breaking free when he cups my breast, rough fingers rolling my nipple until it’s tight and aching. His other hand slides between my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him as he sinks deeper, so deep I swear I can feel him in my fucking throat.
His pace picks up, hips snapping forward with more hunger, each movement a little more desperate, a little less controlled. I moan and my hand slips away from my clit. Ryan doesn’t miss a beat. He catches my wrist, presses a kiss to my palm, then takes over, his thumb sliding right where I need it, circling my clit in perfect time with every stroke of his cock.
“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me so tight,” he groans, his voice shredded with lust, eyes locked on mine. “You close, baby? You gonna come all over my cock?”
I nod, my thighs trembling, heat crashing through my body in hot waves. His breath fans across my face, ragged and matching mine, and he doesn't let up—not his thrusts, not the way his thumb keeps working me over, relentless and so good it burns.
My head falls back against the pillows, my lips parted, moans spilling out as the orgasm crashes through me. “Oh my god. Ryan,” I cry, my body clenching around him, as I come hard, my legs shaking and my back arching off the bed.
He grits his teeth, groaning. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he pants, desperate, chasing his own release. He grips my hips sotight it’s gonna bruise, yanking me down into each thrust until I feel him twitch inside me.
With a ragged moan, he pulls out of me, fumbling the condom off, tossing it blindly aside as he fists his cock, jaw tight, his breath coming in sharp bursts.
“Fuck,” he groans, and then he’s spilling across my stomach in hot, thick ropes, cum striping my skin while his whole body shudders.
I watch him through hooded eyes, wrecked and panting, his chest heaving. My fingers trail lazily down my belly, and I gather his release, sticky and warm on my fingertips. I lift my hand to my lips and suck one finger into my mouth, my eyes locked on his as I taste him.
Ryan’s breath catches, and his gaze darkens as he watches my mouth wrap around my own fingers.
A crooked grin pulls at the corner of his lips. “Fuck, you’re hot as hell.” His lips find mine again, his hand gently cupping my face, thumb brushing softly over my cheek. Every time he touches me like that, my stomach flutters, like it’s the first time.
I melt under it, pressing closer, kissing him again, swallowing down the groan that rumbles in his throat. He breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against mine, his nose brushing mine as he glances down, smirking at the mess he’s made of me.
“You got a towel or something?” he asks. “To clean you up?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my lips still tingling from his kisses. “Nightstand.” I motion weakly with a flick of my fingers, too boneless to move.
He chuckles, shifting just enough to lean over me, opening the drawer with one hand while the other stays on me—like he doesn’t want to lose contact even for a second. His fingers graze my thigh as he grabs a hand towel and brings it to my skin.
“Hold still,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing idle circles on my hip as he cleans me up gently. “Fuck… you make it look so goddamn pretty.”
I let out a chuckle as he tosses the towel, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. We just look at each other, the silence hanging between us, trying to figure out what happens next.
A few seconds pass, and Ryan finally runs a hand through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. “I have to go.”
“I know,” I say, my voice not matching the knot in my stomach. I don’twanthim to leave, but we both know what this was. Just once. No strings.
A pained look crosses his face, and he steps back slowly, his body tense. “I don’t want to,” he admits.
