by Rye Hart
“I’m so close. So close. A little—to the—what?”
Ryan removed his hand before I could come and I whimpered in disappointment. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked the evidence of my arousal off them, causing my nipples to pucker to painful peaks. His legs let go of mine before he gathered me into his arms, then he walked us all the way back into his room.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly. “Why did you—?”
His lips stopped my question as he lowered me to the bed. He kissed down my body, his hands sliding my dress down with him. The straps fell from my shoulders and he used their leverage to peel it off me. He kissed my breasts, my stomach, my hips and my thighs. He hooked his fingers into my panties and discarded the wet fabric onto the ground before his hands pressed my knees open again.
Then his tongue dipped between my dripping folds and I arched off the bed.
“Oh, yes. Ryan. Don’t stop this time. Please.”
I felt him grin as his tongue rolled my clit around at lightning speed.
“Harder. Harder. Please. It—just a little more—fuck!”
I wrapped my legs around his face, providing the leverage I needed to buck into him. But every time I bucked, he found a way to move back. His hands pinned my hips to the bed and his arms worked their way between my thighs. He broke the hold I had on him as tears of frustration welled in my eyes. I wanted to come. I needed to come. It had been years since a man had taken me this way.
I didn’t want to wait any longer.
I couldn’t.
My hands rushed to his hair and I twisted my fingers into it. I pulled him into my pussy, but all he did was nuzzle my clit with his nose. I ground down onto his face, hoping he could finally give me what I had been longing for since the first time he kissed me on my porch.
But instead, he grinned.
That devious little grin I remembered from high school.
He stood up from between my legs as my body began to quiver. His clothes fell to the floor and his chiseled muscles teased me. They throbbed for my viewing pleasure and boasted of the strength I knew had been there since the day I saw him at work. He fell to the bed, his lips connecting with mine as I spread my legs wide.
I could feel the precum from his cock dripping onto my thighs.
“What do you want?” Ryan asked.
“To come,” I said. “I want to come.”
“And who do you want to make you come?” he asked.
My eyes fluttered open as my hand cupped his cheek.
“You,” I said breathlessly. “I want you to make me ccome.”
“Should I grab us something?” Ryan asked.
“On the pill. Oh—fuck, just get inside of me.”
He reached down between his legs and wrapped his hand around his thick dick. He pressed into my entrance, my legs quaking as he sunk in. Inch by inch, my pussy swallowed him down,fluttering around him as his eyes drooped closed. My toes curled and my body tensed. Fuck, his cock was pressing against every wonderful spot at once.
Ryan’s hips rested against mine before his face fell to my neck.
“Holy shit, Grace.”
“Move,” I said. “Please move. Do anything. Just—just move.”
His hand wrapped itself within the tendrils of my hair and he tugged. My neck opened to him as he slammed into me, causing my body to arch into him. His lips landed on my skin, hot and wet as he nibbled along my collarbone.
His pelvis raked against my sensitive clit with each thrust he took.
My hands slid down his back and gripped his ass. I pulled him deeper into me, spreading myself as far as I could go. I couldn’t get him deep enough. He couldn’t nibble my skin hard enough. His muscles weren’t as close as I wanted and his hips weren’t pounding into me as much as I needed. He was here, and yet I still couldn’t get enough.
I still couldn’t get as close to him as I wanted.
He rose up onto his knees and grabbed onto my ankles. He held them over his shoulders as his cock pounded into me. My fingertips curled into his throbbing thighs as he pulsed against my walls.
Stars began to burst in my vision as my orgasm crashed over my body.
“Ryan. Yes. Oh. Shit. Come. I’m com—I—uh—”
My pussy clamped down around his cock, but he didn’t let up. His hips slammed against mine as my juices sprayed along his skin. His balls slapped my ass and his cock grew thicker within my body. He bent forward and rested himself onto the backs of my thighs, opening my body up and diving deeper than any man I’d ever felt before.
This was how close I wanted him.
This was how deep I needed him.
“You should see yourself, Grace. Sweating and speechless. So hot.”
I couldn’t move, couldn't speak. All I could see was Ryan’s dark eyes and the devilish smile on his face. My hips ached and my pussy kept begging for more. I felt my toes involuntarily curling as my vision began to blur. My hands curled into the sheets, begging for some sort of leverage as my body was pinned beneath Ryan’s.
“Ryan! Yes! Oh, fuck!”
My pussy burst, sucking his dick deep into my body as his hips began to stutter.
“There it is. That face. Fuck, I’ve missed that face. Oh, those lips. That—mm.”
He crashed his lips against mine, his tongue pressing deep into my mouth. He lapped it across the roof of my mouth as my pussy milked him dry. I felt his cock pulse deep inside of me, filling me with his hot cum.
Thread after thread filled me, until there was so much it was dripping out from between my legs.
My legs slid from his shoulders as his body collapsed onto mine. Our lips released and his head fell to my neck, his cock still buried between my thighs. My arms lazily wrapped around him as I took in the strength of his back. The sculpted muscles were shaking from the exertion of bringing me pleasure.
I kissed up and down his shoulder until we both heard the front door open.
Ryan leapt off the bed and started pulling his clothes on. I stumbled off the mattress, searching for my dress.
“Ryan, where’s my dress?” I asked with a whisper.
“I got it. Don’t worry. It’s—um—”
I felt fabric hit my face before something cold and wet dropped to my feet.
I grimaced as I put my underwear back on, then rushed to get the rest of my clothes on. I fluffed my hair in the mirror on the back of Ryan’s door, then the two of us came out of his room like nothing had happened. I could tell by the look on Jason’s face that he wasn’t buying it, but Ryan was putting on a good show.
I, however, wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“Nice to see you again, Grace,” Jason said.
“You too,” I said. “How’s school?”
“Boring, as usual. I’m ready for college. Hopefully that won’t be so boring.”
“Trust me. College is the experience of a lifetime,” I said.
“Did you go to college?” he asked.
“I did. In Texas.”
“Why Texas?” he asked.
“I needed a change of scenery and a college in Texas offered me a scholarship I couldn’t refuse.”
“Maybe we could talk about it sometime?” he asked.
“I’d love to.”
Ryan led me out to his car and took me home. His hand kept creeping up my thigh, trying to feel me one last time before I had to go. I gripped tightly onto his hand as my cheeks began to flush, and he pulled me in for one last kiss before I left.
“I had a great time tonight,” I said.
“Trust me, the pleasure was all mine.”
Then I got out of Ryan’s car and headed for my porch, unaware of the hickey Amy would be ogling over the moment I walked through the door.
CHAPTER 13
RYAN
Holy hell, the vixen Grace was. Classy, intelligent, independent, and the tightest pussy I could’ve ever had. The sex had been fantastic, and I couldn’t get my mind off it. How beautiful she looked over dinner a
nd how wanton she had been on my couch. She parted those legs for me with ease and was more than willing to bend to my every whim.
I loved a woman who could cave to me like that.
Sitting in the kitchen, I was mindlessly munching on some chips. I could still smell her in my room. It was an intoxicating scent that made me long for her even more. I recounted the night. How hard we laughed over dinner and all of the amazing stories she told me from college. She talked about Grant and some of the things they did together and I told her a few more stories about my father. The positive memories I had of him and all of the cars we had worked on when I was younger.
“You should keep your head in the game, you know.”
My eyes panned over to Jason, who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“It’s obvious what’s happening.”
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“You’re falling for Grace. And that’s not good when you’ve got a job coming up.”
“What the hell would you know about something like that?”
“I know that’s what got Dad in trouble on his last job.”
“You have no idea what happened on Dad’s last job. You were eight,” I said.
“I know he got friendly with some of the guys he was running with. Put his trust where it didn’t need to be. Falling for a chick right now isn’t a good idea. It’ll tank what you’re trying to do.”
“I don’t even have the mental capacity to break down everything wrong with what you just said.”
“Ryan, if this is going to be successful you can’t be daydreaming over a piece of ass.”
“You shut your mouth right now, Jason. You don’t talk to me like that and you don’t talk about women like that.?”
“I don’t want to see you go down like Dad did,” he said.
“I won’t. Because there’s more to life than robbing banks.”
“I think there’s nothing cooler. You and Dad are awesome.”
The guilt I felt welling inside me felt like it was about to choke me of the air I was breathing.
“You just keep your head in the game for college. That’s where your life is headed.”
“But what if I don’t want that life?” Jason asked. “What if I want yours?”
“I’m an uneducated, unemployed criminal, Jason. Is that what you wanna be?”
“You and Dad turned out okay.”
“Dad’s in prison for the rest of his life, Jason!”
“But I want to be cool. I’m tired of being picked on! I’m tired of being the scrawny kid at school with glasses and his nose stuck in a book!”
“Who’s picking on you?” I asked.
“No one,” he said.
“No. Don’t play that game. This is coming from somewhere. What’s going on at school?”
“They pick on me for wanting to go to college,” he said.
I remembered those days. It was one of the reasons why I didn’t go to college, despite what I told everyone else. In Tell City where the factories were a mainstay, it was like making something more of yourself was some sort of idiotic fantasy to be mocked.
I never did understand where that mentality came from. But it was a mentality that sunk both myself and my father.
But I wasn't going to let it sink Jason.
“Do you think Grace is cool?” I asked.
“I like her, yeah.”
“But do you think she’s cool?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, Grace got her cool because she went to college. She didn’t give a damn about what any of those other bullies thought about her. And yes, she was made fun of in high school for wanting to go to college too.”
“She was?” he asked.
“A lot. I remember standing up for her all the time back in those days. But she didn’t let it affect her. And now? She’s got her own house and her own moneyand she’s providing for her daughter all on her own. She’s one of the best people in this damn place, and it was because she didn’t let those bullies in high school get to her.”
“But no one stands up for me like you did for her,” he said.
“Then stand up for yourself. Learn how to fight without throwing a punch. If you’re not going to tell anyone about it so someone can intervene, then you have to learn how to stand up for yourself, Jason. Don’t let people push you around.”
“Does Grace know about what you do?” he asked.
I shook my head and put my hands on my hips. “No, and I plan to keep it that way. The fewer people know the better.”
“You don’t think she’d tell the police, do you?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I know she likes me, but she’s also got a daughter to raise. I don’t know that she’d want me around if she knew that I did what I do. And I wouldn’t blame her one bit if she didn’t.”
Jason shook his head. “Do you ever get tired of it? Lying and sneaking around and not being able to tell people who you really are?”
“Yeah, I do. I am. That’s why this is my last job,” I said.
“It is?”
“Yeah. This is my last one, Jason. Everything I wanted to do for us will be set once this goes down. Then I can make a decent life for myself; one I can tell people like Grace about without having to lie.”
“I thought you only lied to Dad because we were in a prison visiting him.”
“No. I lie to keep people safe,” I said. “A life of crime isn’t glamorous, Jason. It’s dangerous. It rips families apart and destroys futures.”
“Then why are you doing it if it’s so bad?” he asked.
“Because—I let those bullies get to me. I let them convince me I was no better than Dad. I let their hatred and their asinine comments push me into the ditch, but I won’t let that happen with you. You’re smart, Jason. You can make something of yourself. You can be the first kid in our family that goes to college and fucking graduates. And I’m not letting you throw that away because of some skewed notion that the life I lead is cool. Because it’s not. It’s dangerous and lonely and risky, at best.”
“If you let me help, I could help you get out of it without getting caught,” he said.
I sighed and shook my head as I stood from my chair.
“Come here,” I said.
I embraced my brother and kissed him on the top of his head. The guilt was swallowing me whole I had tried to explain why he needed to stay out of it, but I still hadn’t deterred him from wanting to help. I told him I had to head into town to do a few things and to keep his nose in his books. He knew where I was headed. He knew what I was doing. And the disappointed look in his eye made me feel shittier than I already did.
Last job. This is the last job.
I headed into town to meet with Jesse to make sure our contingency plan was set up on the chance we got caught. He had fake I.D.’s made up for all of us and had our information temporarily written over in most of the basic systems the police would use to look us up. The delay in trying to figure out our identities would give each of us enough time to get away on our own and meet up at the abandoned warehouse where we stored our go bags.
It wasn’t the best plan, but it was one that would work.
Jesse handed me over my I.D. and my passport, in case things got really rough. He handed me a packet of information that earmarked the temporary change in my name, courtesy of a friend of his. I was irate that someone else had been roped into this without my consent, but something told me Kenneth had put his stamp of approval on this shit.
I really dispised that asshole and couldn’t wait to be done with him for good.
I shoved everything into my pockets as my burner phone rang. I knew there was only one person who could be calling, and I was ready to chomp into his neck. What the fuck was he thinking, telling Jesse to rope someone else into this fuckery we were doing? I didn’t know who this person was. I hadn’t vetted them. I didn’t know th
eir credentials or what they did for a living or even what the fuck their name was!
“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked.
“Before you blow a damn gasket, All Powerful Leader, the person we got to do this is legit,” Kenneth said.
“And you think I trust you,” I said.
“You should.”
“Well I fucking don’t. I want all of the information on this person so I can vet them for myself, and if something doesn’t check out, I’m out of this.”
“You can’t bail now.”
“Oh yes I can, and I fucking will. You knew the rules coming in. When you and Jesse accepted this partnership we’ve got going on, the two of you agreed I was the one running this show. And this entire fucking time, you’ve acted like you’re calling the shots. Get me everything on this person you have and I’ll be doing my own investigation into them. And if they don’t check out? I’m out.”
“Fuck you,” he said.
“No, fuck you for thinking you could go over my head like this and I’d actually be okay with it.”
“We’re supposed to execute this heist in three days.”
“Well now, because of you it’s three fucking weeks.”
“What?” he asked.
“You fucking heard me. Don’t like it? Too bad. Two to three weeks for me to vet whoever the fuck you roped into this without my fucking consent.”
“Dude, the guy’s fine.”
“Did you ask Jesse before you did this?” I asked.
“The fuck does that matter?”
“It matters because I’m a part of this fucking team, so if you asked Jesse you should’ve asked me. What the hell’s wrong with you? Did someone drop you on your head as a child?”
“I’m getting tired of your diva attitude,” he said.
“And I’m getting tired of your sneaky antics. Get me the information. You’ve pushed this job out at least two weeks. Deal with it.”
“Whatever. Information incoming, asshole.”
My phone vibrated in my hand with a slew of text messages. With each one that kept coming through, it made me angrier and angrier. He just had this bullshit on hand and wasn’t willing to send it to me? What the fuck was wrong with this guy?
