by B. L. Wilde
I tried to respond, but the only sound that came out was a high-pitched keening as he began thrusting harder and faster. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my nails into his skin, pulling him closer to me. It was useless though, because no matter how hard I tried, I could never pull him close enough.
Time stood still as his cock massaged my g-spot with each thrust, and despite the fact that I tried to hold off my orgasm, it washed over me quickly. With a few more pushes of his hips, Ryan stilled. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with him as he came, and holy fuck! If I thought he was sex on legs before, it was nothing compared to watching the man cum. He was a fucking god, and damn did he have a quick recovery time.
It must have been after noon when we finally came up for air. I was getting a bit sore, but there was no way in hell I was going to say anything and miss out on more incredible sex with him. For the first time in years, I wasn’t hiding. I was Siena Clark, and it felt good.
The sound of my stomach grumbling was enough to finally pull Ryan out of his sex-driven haze, and we decided to take a few minutes to grab a snack. When he got up from the bed, however, it was me who needed to cool down. The guy had the body of Adonis—carefully sculptured perfection that I’d only ever imagined.
My eyes were locked on his naked ass as he bent down to pull a pair of boxers from his dresser, and as if he could feel them burning into his skin, he turned around wearing a very cocky grin.
“Maybe you should take a picture,” he teased, stepping toward the bed again. “It’ll last longer.” The movement caused his semi-erect cock to bounce, and my eyes to go from his face down south. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, and that seemed to be enough, because I watched him harden before my eyes. “See something you like, Siena?” he said huskily, taking another step toward the bed.
I could hear him talking, but his words weren’t making any sense. The only thing I could focus on was his cock, and how badly I wanted to taste his cum. Without responding, I got out of bed and closed the distance between us, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“It’s my turn,” I purred, reaching up to take him in my hand. He was about to protest, but his words trailed off the minute my tongue met his heated flesh. We both moaned together, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him all the way into the back of my throat, until my nose pressed flat against his stomach.
“FUCK YES!” he grunted, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair as I started to move back and forth along his length. Each time I would pull him in, I swallowed around him, and the groans that erupted from his chest were primal.
It wasn’t long before his fingers were tangled in my hair and he was holding me in place as he fucked my face. I brought my right hand up and started teasing his balls, which only served to excite him more. “God, Baby,” he panted, “everything about you is so fucking perfect.” He paused to thrust a few more times, then continued. “Even your mouth was made to wrap around my cock.”
“Mmm,” I moaned in agreement as I brought my hands up and dug my nails into his ass. Hollowing out my cheeks, I began sucking harder. I wanted him to cum this time, and I wasn’t about to let him pull away.
“Siena…Baby…” He tried to take a step back, but I held him to me and hummed around him. “FUCK! I’m so fucking close, Baby! I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep that up.”
After trying to step back again and being unable to, he lost his resolve and held my hair tighter, shoving his cock down my throat and holding me there.
“FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” he roared a split second before I felt hot spurts of his cum streaming down my throat. I continued to suck and swallow around him, milking him for every drop. When his body relaxed, I removed my hands from his ass and let him step back. What I didn’t expect was for him to fall on his knees in front of me and cup my face in his hands. The gesture was sweet and melted my heart, because for a moment, I could pretend it was real.
“My god, Siena, you are absolutely fucking perfect,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “If only—”
I cut him off. “Stop, Ryan. Don’t say it please. You know we can’t go there. You won a weekend with me in a bet, but that’s it. I go home tomorrow, back to Tony. We can’t start letting real feelings complicate things.” I took a deep breath and stared back into his eyes for a second before continuing. “It’s just sex, right?”
Knowing I would cave if I stayed there, I rose from my knees and sauntered over to his dresser, opening the top drawer. I pulled a pair of boxers out, closed it, and then opened the one underneath.
I could feel Ryan’s eyes on me, watching my every move, but I didn’t let that stop me. After I found what I was looking for, I removed it from the drawer with a big smile on my face. I had always fantasized about wearing something that belonged to Ryan, and now was the perfect time.
As I turned around with a folded T-shirt in one hand and boxers in the other, I saw him look at me curiously. With a grin, I shook out the shirt and then slipped it over my head before running my hands along my torso to smooth out the material. It was huge on me, but I didn’t care because it smelled like him. “I thought it might be easier on both of us if we put some clothes on while we grabbed a snack,” I explained.
Ryan’s eyes looked hungry as he took a step toward me. “I don’t know if wearing my clothes was the best option, Siena,” he growled. “You look even fucking hotter now. All I can think about is ripping that shirt from your amazing body and fucking that pussy of yours raw.”
I couldn’t help but giggle because I was already raw, I just didn’t tell him that. “Don’t even think about it, Mister,” I said as I put my hand with the boxers against his chest and pushed him away from me slightly. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to go find a snack. You’re welcome to join me if you want, but there will be no funny business, got it?”
“Got it,” he huffed like a petulant child who had just had his candy taken away from him. It took everything I had not to burst into laughter at his display of immaturity.
Biting the inside of my lip, I let go of the boxers, then turned to the door and walked out, not even waiting to see if he followed.
After snacking on some sandwiches and chips, I put our dishes in the sink and turned back toward Ryan’s room. He followed me wordlessly, but I could feel his eyes boring into me like he was a starving man and I was his last meal. We got to his room, and instead of going to the bed, I turned toward the bathroom. Looking at him over my shoulder, I spoke, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to take a quick shower to rinse off. For some reason, being fucked silly for almost 18 hours straight has me feeling like I need one.”
His face fell a little, but he shrugged nonchalantly. “Go right ahead, though I kind of like the fact that you smell like raw sex.”
I had to clench my legs together at his words, but stepped into the bathroom without saying anything. Once I had stripped down and walked into his amazing shower, I reached for the knob to turn the water on. I tried to get the temperature right, but couldn’t figure out how to control it. After about five minutes, I gave up and turned to call for Ryan. I was startled to find him leaning against the doorframe with a cocky grin on his face.
“Having problems, Baby?” he asked, stalking toward me. He had already stripped out of his boxers, so he stepped into the shower with me and pulled me flush against him.
I pushed his chest playfully. “Were you standing there the whole time?” I questioned. The smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know. “You bastard!” I started laughing as I pushed him again. “You knew I’d have problems figuring out your shower and you didn’t say a word!”
He backed me up against the cold tile, sobering me immediately. “I wanted an excuse to join you,” he whispered as he leaned in and ran his tongue along the curve of my neck. “God, Siena, you are too fucking sexy for your own good.”
Just as my knees were about to buckle from his touch, Ryan st
epped back and adjusted the water temperature. The cold liquid that had been flowing before began to heat up, and soon after, the bathroom filled with a thick, hot steam.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the wall, positioning me directly under the hot spray. As water ran in streams down my body, Ryan grabbed some body wash and a loofah. With our eyes locked, he began to rub the loofah all over me, paying special attention to my most sensitive parts. When the front of me was covered in soap, he turned me around. “You might want to brace yourself on the wall, Baby.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he started running the loofah down my back and over my ass. He spread my legs, and as he did so, I placed my palms flat against the cold tile in front of me.
The fingers of his free hand parted my pussy lips, and before I could react, he slid two inside. “Oh, fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, laying my forehead against the wall and opening my legs a little more.
“Fuck, Siena. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of exactly this—to have you naked in my shower.” He thrust his fingers in and out a few times, curling them to massage deep inside me and causing my knees to buckle. “The only difference was I wasn’t fucking you with my fingers. I was leaving imprints in your pussy walls with my cock as I fucked the hell out of you.”
His words had a wave of arousal flowing from me, and if he couldn’t tell because of the running water of the shower, I was sure he could tell when I clamped down around him. “Mmm, you like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”
All I could do was moan in response as he added a third finger and thrust it deep into my pussy. “Oh, yes. You like when I talk dirty, but you like when I do dirty things to you even more. Isn’t that true, Baby?”
“Oh god, Ryan,” I moaned breathlessly. “Yes. Fuck yes!”
He leaned in, exhaling heavily right in my ear. “You want me to fuck you right here in my shower, Sweetheart? You want my cock to stretch and fill you as I make you scream.”
“Ungh. Yes! I want you to fuck me, Ryan. Right here.”
I heard the sound of a condom tearing open and briefly wondered how the hell he’d gotten one into the shower without me noticing, but then I realized I didn’t care. I needed him to fuck me. That was all that mattered.
Ryan removed his fingers, and then immediately slammed into me. “FUCK!” I screamed, pressing harder into the wall. “So good, Ryan.”
He started thrusting faster, and when my legs began to give out on me, he wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me up. We stayed in that position for another few minutes, but just when I was on the brink of orgasm, he pulled out.
“What the hell, Ry…?”
I was cut off by him spinning me around and pinning me against the wall with his body, his mouth crashing against mine. He grabbed my right thigh and hitched it up over his hip, then slammed into me again.
“Jesus!”
He pulled back and smirked, never slowing his thrusts. “Oh, Baby, I don’t think even Jesus fucked this good.”
His lips met mine again as his hand came between us and palmed my breast, pinching and tweaking first one nipple, then the other. I was a writhing mess, and within minutes, I was done for. I had never cum so hard in my life, but when this orgasm hit, my vision went black and filled with little flashes of tiny white lights. The expression of seeing stars during sex had never made sense until now.
“That’s it, Baby, give it to me,” he cooed, finally slowing his thrusts as he kissed and nipped his way down my neck. “God, I love feeling your pussy walls milk my cock. You’re so fucking tight.”
When he finally stilled deep inside me, I leaned my head back and watched him cum. The pleasure on his face was unmistakable, and I knew it was a look I would never forget. Sure, he may have shared that look with hundreds of other women in the past, but this one was mine. I had caused it, and that was good enough for me.
After we were both satisfied, Ryan pulled out and took off the condom, tossing it outside the shower. “Oops. Looks like you’re all sweaty again, Baby.” He gave me his signature cocky grin, and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. “Guess we’ll have to try again.”
The desire burning within his deep green eyes as he stepped toward me had me clenching my legs together in anticipation.
By the time we finally stepped out of the shower, the water had long run cold, but the bathroom was still filled with steam. Never in my life had I been fucked so thoroughly. Still, it wasn’t enough for either of us, and after drying off, our eyes met again. Wordlessly, I dropped my towel and approached him. With our bare chests pressed together, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, kissing him hard. His hands found my ass, and when I felt him tap it, I knew what he wanted. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning when I felt his cock rub against my overworked pussy.
Still locked in a deep kiss, Ryan fumbled his way back to his bed with me wrapped around him. We spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening there, fucking like rabbits in every way imaginable. The only time either of us left was to use the restroom or to grab a bottle of water or snack.
I had lost track of how many times I’d cum, or even how many condoms we went through. None of it mattered. The only thing that was important this weekend was Ryan, and the fact that we were together. I was going to be damned sure to make it worth it.
Hours later, both of us hot, sweaty messes, Ryan finally gave in to sleep. Just before I drifted off myself, I realized that the end was drawing near. While I knew he and I couldn’t continue to see each other, it didn’t stop me from wanting it. Sure, I’d had my reservations about him when we’d first met, but they were gone now. Ryan Lawson was a good man, and one I knew I had to stay from away from after tomorrow if I valued my life. With a heavy heart, I placed my hand lightly on his cheek and kissed his lips, whispering a quiet thank you. I then closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion win out.
Chapter Ten
Ryan
I awoke with big brown eyes watching me.
"Hi," I yawned, stretching. Siena was sitting on the edge of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up. Fuck! Was she wearing another one of my shirts?
"Good morning," Siena smiled. "I made breakfast. Well brunch really, since it’s almost noon now."
"You did?" I asked, sitting up. Shit, it was definitely my shirt. I wanted to ask for it back and make her eat naked. Fuck no. If I was being honest, what I really wanted was to have her for breakfast again.
"If you're anything like Tony, you probably always skip the most important meal of the day. I noticed you did yesterday."
"I'm not usually up in time for breakfast—yesterday was no exception—but for once it was fucking worth it," I replied, getting out of bed and pulling a pair sweats on. Siena smiled warmly before following me into the kitchen. When she said she made breakfast, she wasn’t fucking kidding. There was enough to feed a damn army. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee. I didn’t even know I had all of this stuff in my kitchen.
"You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble," I muttered in awe. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken care of me so well.
"I wanted to thank you. Ryan, this weekend has been…amazing." Siena blushed, playing with her hands. I'd never seen her so unsure of herself before, and it was quite endearing. I crossed the room, pulling her into my arms.
"You will always be my perfect woman, Siena. I'll always be comparing everyone I meet to you now, and I know they'll never come close."
"You can't say things like that to me, Ryan." She smiled sadly, making me want to reach up to caress her cheek. "We both know what will happen if we get carried away."
"When is Tony's car coming for you today?" I asked, brushing her hair away from her face. I knew she was right, but I needed her to know how fucking special she was. Siena tilted her face into my hands.
"Later this afternoon," she whispered, looking deep into my eyes.
"We should eat, then. We don’t have
much time left." I smiled sadly, moving away. "I take it you'd like to shower before you go later?" I couldn’t join her like I had yesterday because I knew we would get too carried away. She nodded as I pulled a chair out for her and poured us both a cup of coffee.
We tucked into our late breakfast, and shit, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until that moment. We hadn’t really eaten that much this weekend.
"Slow down! You'll get indigestion," Siena giggled, taking a bite of her pancake.
"I must have worked up an appetite in the last few days," I smirked.
"I'm not surprised. You're like a damn machine, Ryan. Where do you find the energy?"
"I didn't hear you complaining. You did a lot of screaming, but no complaining."
"I'm definitely not complaining," she smiled. "Actually, I was hoping we'd have time for at least one more round before I go." I dropped my fork and stared at her. Hell fucking yes. I was always ready for that sweet pussy of hers—screw the food. "I understand if you're tired. I was just…"
I pushed my plate away, I’d almost finished anyway. "Stand up, Baby," I smoldered, moving over to the side of my table that wasn't set for breakfast. I was going to finish eating, but she was going to be my meal. Siena stood, and I couldn't mistake the desire in her eyes. Oh, my girl wanted this—bad. When I reached her, I lifted her up onto the table and took the seat in front of her, pushing her back against the wood. Fuck, I realized she had no panties on as I pulled her toward my face, sliding my shirt up her body.
"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue right here, Siena," I cooed, running my fingers into her already slick folds. All she could do was moan wantonly. "Then I'm going to have you in my bed one last time, and rip my fucking shirt from your body." That had her whimpering and thrashing before my tongue had even made contact with her sex. "I'm going to miss this, Baby, and I've only had you for one weekend," I groaned, slowly licking up and down her folds.
