Ryan drags his hands up my back, cupping my shoulders from behind as he thrusts deep inside me, his mouth moving sloppily against mine. His lips are a heated torture, drawing the kisses out of me as he goes deep, so mouthwateringly deep. My ass bounces against his thighs while I ride his thick cock, my nails biting into his back as our rhythm becomes a lot more desperate. I feel myself almost there, and I feel him, he’s right behind me, and oh yes, I want it.
But then his hands snake under my thighs, lifting me off his cock before he presses his mouth to my center, turning us in one swift motion so I’m flat on my back and his tongue is deep inside me.
“Oh Jesus,” I cry out, jerking up into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my entrance, fucking me slowly before he slides it up between my lips and back down. Up he goes, pressing the tip of his tongue up my slit, his eyes such a dark blue, I think I’ll come undone just looking at him. He’s breathing as hard as I am, his shoulders quivering against my thighs as he eats me ever so slowly. His tongue flicks unhurriedly along my clit, his fingers digging into my ass as he watches me.
I move my hands up my ribs, cupping my breasts as I watch him. “You’re killing me.”
“Good,” he mutters against my throbbing pussy. “I want to watch you squirm.”
“Oh, oh, oh, I got you,” I promise as he laps at me, running the tip of his tongue against my lips. Dragging it along my clit like he has nothing better to do than to lick me. I’m lost. “Oh, Ryan,” I cry, trying to get close, but he has me set in place, his eyes never leaving mine as he continues to consume me.
“That’s right, baby, tell me how much you want this.”
“So much. Oh, oh, God, I want it.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my clit, the vibrations making me come out of my skin. “So fucking hot.”
He tongues my entrance, curling his tongue inside me as his nose presses to my clit. He has to be doing that on purpose. When I cry out, he chuckles against me, and his hands slide down. With his palms, he opens me, sending shocks through my body before he drops that dirty mouth back to my wanton pussy. Ruthlessly, he flicks his tongue against me, drawing out the most strangled cries from me as my body goes taut and hot.
When I come undone, my toes curling and my back arching off his bed, he covers my body with his before capturing my cries in his mouth. He kisses me lazily, his hand taking me by the back of the knee before pushing it back.
He thrusts into me, his mouth never leaving mine as he goes to the hilt. His thrust is deliciously hard, and I can feel it everywhere. And when he breaks our kiss, rising to his knees, I smile up at him.
“Oh yeah.”
His lips turn into a smirk as he grips my thighs in his large hands. “Yeah?”
“This is my favorite part.”
He’s sweating along his forehead. His face is flushed, as is his whole body. He looks absolutely stunning. “Your favorite part?” he laughs, thrusting into me and taking my breath away.
“Yeah, the part where you lose it and just pound into me.”
His smirk turns into a very wicked grin. “Mm…my naughty girl likes it hard?”
I lower my lashes as my lips part, and I tilt my hips for him. “So hard.”
His eyes fill with such desire, and without another word, his body is slamming into mine. He takes all thought, all feeling, hell, everything from me. His movements are wild, his nails breaking my skin as he loses it. It’s absolutely glorious to see.
With a strangled cry, he stills inside me, sucking in deep breaths as his head falls back and he empties into me. Closing my eyes, I drop my head to the pillow, gasping in deep breaths as he falls onto me, gathering in me his arms as he turns us to the side. He brings me in close, his mouth finding mine as my arms come around his neck. We’re both burning hot, our skin slick with perspiration as he continues to throb inside me. As I gaze into his beautiful, spent face, I don’t want to change a thing.
I love him.
“Damn, I think we’re getting really good at that.”
I smile, pressing my lips into his chin. “So damn good.”
His eyes slowly flutter open, meeting mine. A grin pulls at his lips, his arms tightening around me. “Perfect end to a perfect night.”
I tease, “Who says that’s the end?”
He raises his brow, and then he chuckles. “Sof, I played sixty minutes of hockey, and then you just fucked the life out of me. I think I’m dead.”
“Nah, you’re good.” I move my hand down his arm, squeezing his bicep. “At the very least, you can lie there while I ride you again, getting us both off.”
He groans as he nuzzles his mouth into my neck. “You’re going to kill me.”
I close my eyes, lengthening my neck for him as he sucks and kisses. “Maybe.”
Silence envelops us as our hearts pound together. The radio plays Florida Georgia Line, the beats and wonderful vocals filling the room as I trail my lips along his hot skin.
When he pulls back, gazing into my eyes, his lips tip up. “Did your mom have fun tonight?”
“She did,” I say, grinning. “She was cold, but she enjoyed watching you score. It was a great night for you. You looked really good out there.”
“Yeah, it was a good game for me. My plus-minus went up a point. That’s good.”
“For sure,” I agree, even though I’m still very iffy on hockey terms. “I thought you were awesome.”
A few seconds pass, and just as I nuzzle my nose into his chest, he asks, “Does she like me?”
I pull back, nodding quickly. “She does.”
“You sure?” he asks, and I smile.
“Yes, Ryan, I promise.”
“Good, I was worried. I just want it all to be good.”
“All what?”
“Like, our families liking us and each other. I don’t want anything coming between us.”
“It won’t,” I say, my eyes searching his. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head, his eyes full of concern.
“Ryan? Tell me what’s wrong…”
He exhales heavily. “I feel we have a lot coming at us in the next couple months, and I just want everything, like parents, school, and us, to be easy. You know what I mean?”
“Ryan, it is. Just let it be. Don’t worry.”
But he is. I can see the stress in his eyes. “I dwell on shit.”