Oh, man.
Trying to think straight when he was looking at me like that was going to be an, ah, challenge to say the least.
But we needed to talk.
At least it felt like things were still unsettled.
"Cy," I said, trying for reasonable, putting my hand on his chest to keep him from ducking his head to claim my lips like I was sure he was about to. "Don't you want to know more about..."
"What you sound like with my cock buried in your wet pussy while you try not to be loud because there are ten other people hanging around the compound right now?" he supplied for me. "Yes, I really would like to know more about that."
Then, hand be damned, he sealed his lips to mine, moving us backward toward the bed.
But no.
At the last minute, Cyrus turned, turning me as well, then dropping down on the couch, but pressing his hands into my hips to keep me standing. He smiled at my questioning look as he reached for his button and zip. "I can get the fun parts out without taking my pants off," he supplied with a wicked grin as he grabbed his cock, and stroked it while raking his eyes up and down my legs.
Feeling just the teensiest bit insecure, I reached to pull down my pants and panties, then moved to straddle him as he pulled out a condom to protect us.
He looked up when he was done, eyes heavy, as far gone as I felt already, even though that was insane, even though it had only been the better part of one day since I had felt him.
"Ride me, Ree," he demanded.
I didn't need more than that.
I put a hand on his shoulder to balance myself better, then slowly lowered myself down onto him, muscles tightening around the invasion, feeling a bit like my body was welcoming him back.
I guess, in a way, it was.
But then he was buried deep, and there was no more thinking, just feeling, just rocking against him, just burying my face in his neck to muffle the whimpers that were escaping even though I was biting hard into my lower lip to try to keep them in.
I was nearly there when, suddenly, his forearms were slipping under my knees, and he was moving to gain his feet.
Surprised, I let out a yelp as my arms went around his neck, holding on for dear life.
I wasn't a big girl per se, but I wasn't dainty either.
Being picked up was a novelty.
But there Cyrus was doing it, like I weighed nothing.
I had thought he was going to take me to the bed, to lay me down, to slam into me like he had that morning, to maybe cut off my air like he had as well.
Yet, once he was on his feet, he didn't move.
He just stood there, watching me with the most wicked little smile I had ever seen on his lips as his arms cocked my legs up further, until my knees were in almost to his underarms.
Then he started doing it.
I was too shocked to even react for a moment, not sure how it was even possible, how he had the upper body strength to pull it off.
But he was doing it.
He was using his arms to drag my body up and down his body, impaling me on his cock while his body remained still.
It was only maybe two or three seconds of wonder, though, before I realized how unspeakably intense the sensation was from that angle.
My arms wrapped tighter around the back of his neck as he started dragging me harder, faster, his cock hitting spots I was sure I had never felt before, the angle making all kinds of unexperienced sensations suddenly possible.
And, in my excitement to experience something new, I forgot all about being quiet, crying out his name loudly enough for the whole compound to hear as the orgasm slammed through me violently, making my entire body start to shake instantaneously.
But Cy wasn't done with me.
He turned, even as the waves kept crashing through me, walking back toward the bed, then dropping me down. Before I could even suck in a breath, he was flipping me onto my belly, reaching under me to yank my hips up toward him, then slamming deep before I could even feel a twinge of self-consciousness about how my biggest insecurity was perfectly on display to him with this new position.
One of his hands dug into my hip. The other tracked up my spine to slip into the hair at the base of my neck, grabbing, and pulling back hard enough to make my head arch almost all the way back, the pain/pleasure mix something heady, something completely overwhelming as he started to fuck me hard, his cock seeming to hit even deeper with this position.