As I was driving I was crying so hard I could barely see the road in front of me. To try and help I rolled the windows down and turned on the radio, as loud as I could stand. One of my favorite songs came on. I don’t know if it helped or made it worse. I cried the words to How Can You Love Me by El DeBarge out, as I made my way to the Callahan house.
Soon enough I was pulling up in front of it, in my famous beater. I cut the car off. I put my head down on the steering wheel as the last few words of the songs played out thru the radio. When I looked up Ryan was standing beside the car door with a sweet smile on his face. I almost smiled back before I realized why I was here. I quickly shook myself off and climbed out of the car.
“Do you need any help,” Ryan asked with his arms out ready to help if I needed it?
I just looked at him then I turned and marched to the front door. He let out a sigh as he followed behind me.
I opened the door and walked in without knocking. I didn’t care if it was rude or not. Ryan didn’t object either.
“Ryan, did you find Sunshine,” I hear someone ask as we both walk in thru the door.
I guess the weren’t expecting me.
“Sunshine, you’re here,” they all say surprised as we walked into the living room.
He stood beside me and waited for me to sit down before he would. I made him wait a few seconds before I sat down on the couch. He sat down right next to me.
No one said a word at first. They all sat there looking at me with sad looks on their faces like they didn’t know what to say. It was very frustrating.
“Ryan, I don’t have all day. Please say what you have to say so I can go see Mom, then leave,” I say looking directly into his face.
He swallows hard then he says, “I really need you to watch the rest of that video; then you can ask me or say anything you want to say.”
“I don’t think I could stomach watching anything else with you and Rachel in it,” I say pointing at him and the rest of the guys; Including my stupid brother.
“Please,” he pleaded.
Just watch the stupid video and get the heck out of here, I say to myself. He said that he wouldn’t try and stop you.
“Where is it at?”
“I sent you the video,” Ryan replied.
“Fine,” I say as I dig thru my purse to find my phone.
When I do I took it out and braced myself for what I was about to see.
It showed Rachel laughing hard and Ryan saying that it was over, could she please call the man that had a gun on his girls at the house, and tell them not to shoot them. Rachel laughed tossing her head back, then saying how stupid they all were for thinking she would really hurt mom or me. That she only wanted me to leave him; and that if she couldn’t have him she was going to make sure that I would leave him. Then it showed Ryan cussing her out telling her how cold and disgusting she was for doing this to him.
A few more things were said but I really didn’t need to see anymore. I heard enough to know why everything happened. So I put my phone back in my purse and was about to get up when Ryan grabbed my arm.
“You see I did it to keep them from hurting you. I didn’t want to do it,” he said.
I looked down at his hand then back up at him.
“Get your filthy hands off of me.”
He yanked his hand back like my skin was on fire.
“Do you think that that video helps with the pain I’m going thru?”
“But Sunshine, please you have to understand. I love you,” he was begging now he reaches up and tries to pull me into him.
“No, I don’t want you ever touching me again. I saw where you hands have been, and I’m fucking disgusted,” I say pushing him in his chest, making him fall back onto the couch.
I am looming over him as I the rest of my pent up frustrations with him, just rolled off my tongue.
“I would rather have risked dying than to see what I saw.”
“My sweet baby sister, please don’t say that. I love you too; and I need you here with me too,” my brother says.
“You shut up. I wasn’t talking to you. I don’t ever want to talk to you again.”
“He’s right, Sunshine,” Ryan says.
I turn to him with fire in my eyes.
“Shut up. Don’t call me Sunshine again,” I say pummeling his chest.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” I continue to scream as I am now straddling him and smacking his chest, face, arms; where ever my hands landed; I hit. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hurt like I was hurting. He didn’t try and stop me either. No one did. They knew that I was hurting, and I needed to get all this out. Although when I did pop him in the nose, he did grab his face.
“I think you should calm down,” Ryan said smoothing his hands down my arms.
“Are you stupid? Take your hands off of me. You had those fingers in that bitch’s asshole,” I spat.
They all gasped at the viciousness of my words. I didn’t care. My heart was racing and it felt damn good to tell him exactly how I felt.
“I don’t think I could stomach any part of you that touched her, ever touching me again,” I said with my face about two inches from his.
He flinched back a bit, but he stayed firm. Boy did he. I don’t know what about the whole situation he could find attractive but he did. I could feel his hardness pressing up against my sex; and I’m ashamed to say that I like it. I miss the feel of him stretching me and sliding in and out of my throbbing wetness. I need him now. But I have to teach him a lesson first, then I’m leaving.
I reach down and begin rubbing his hardness through his pants.
“Please, not now,” Ryan said.
“I thought you liked someone watching you have sex,” I say as I continue to rub his hardness.
“Please, no,” he says and puts his hands up my back.
I lean into his ear and say, “What you don’t want anyone else watching me suck this hard dick. Or watching it slide in and out of my tight wet pussy. What about me bending over and letting someone else’s dick work its way into my virgin star and pound it until I can’t take it no more.”
“This is bullshit,” I hear James say storming out of the living room and up to the room he was staying in; and slamming the door.
I guess I was talking louder than I thought I was.
Ryan’s looked so mad as he was picturing all the things happen that I just described.
“Stop, please,” he begged.
“Its not fun is it. To think about the one you love being with someone else. Touching them like they should only be touching you,” I say still rubbing him.
My finger slowly walking up his lap and to his belt.
“No its not.”
“Well how do you think I feel.”
“I’m sorry, Honey. Please believe me. I love you,” he says.
“Prove it. I want to get fucked exactly how she did. A dick in every hole,” I say echoing her words.
I didn’t want this at all but he had to see what the thought does to me.
His two brothers began coughing; fighting for a good breath.
“Over my dead body,” Ryan shouts, his whole body is trembling as he tries to control his anger.
“You seem to like to share with your brothers. Why not share me.”
“Because I love you, and no one is touching or seeing your body except me,” Ryan says.
“Oh really,” I reply.
“Yes,” he answers.
“Ok,” I say then I reach over and my hand lands in his brother Killian’s lap.
“Ryan, what is she doing? Get her,” he pleads as I grip his dick thru his pants.
Ryan snatches me back firmly on his lap and says, “Are you crazy woman? Don’t ever touch another man again.”
Damn near every vain in his face was popping out thru his skin.
“It doesn’t feel good does it,” I scream at him.
I now have two handfuls of his hair and am shaking his head as I yell.
“No,” he says.
“I really hate you right now. You just don’t know how fucking used and stupid I feel right now. Not only have you jumped out of bed with me to be with that woman, I had to see you hugged up with her more than once. You fake cheated with her once, and now you, your brothers, and my brother have a good old time fucking her five ways to sunday. How am I supposed to feel,” I yell.
“I’m sorry. Please let me make it up up you. Please,” Ryan says.
“No. I gave you too many chances already. Why should I give you another chance to twist the knife that’s already in my back.”
“I promise you I won’t do anything like that again.”
“You said the same thing last time.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to do this. None of us did. I only wanted to save you,” He proclaimed.
“Save me, save me, for what. Save me so I can think about you and her being together. Fucking, moaning, and groaning, having all the fun. While I sit back and be miserable. No. You should have just said no and let whatever happen, happen,” I say now crying.
This time when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. I let him. I buried my head into his shoulder and I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. When I looked up at him he was smiling.
“I still can’t be with you anymore. Every time I think of you a picture of you and her together flashes across my mind, and I get sick to my stomach,” I say crying and shaking my head.
“I’m so sorry. Please let me make it up to you. Whatever you want. Please.”
I lean back and look at him, then run my hands down his chest into his lap. I want to see if he really means what he says.
“Ok then, take this thick hard dick out right now,” I say smiling and rubbing him.
“What,” he asks swallowing hard?
“Take your dick out and stroke it,” I demand.
He looks at his brothers then back at me.
“But,” he starts to say, but stops when I smack his face.
“I thought you said you’d do anything,” I say looking at him thru my lashes then lean in and rub my breast in his face.
“Damn, dude your woman is so hot,” his brothers say laughing as they get up and leave out the room.
He shoots them a few daggers, but I turn his face back around to me. I want his eyes on me. I slide the front of my dress down and swirl my fingers over my nipples.
“Damn, baby,” he groans and brings his hands up to touch them, but I smack his hands away.
“You can’t touch me. But you should be stroking this,” I say gently squeezing his hardness.
He moans then hurriedly unbuckles and unzips his pants, then pulls his thickness from his pants and begins to slowly stroke himself up and down.
Oh, it looks so good. Nice and hard in his hands. I wish that was my hands wrapped around him. I bet he is nice and firm.
“I want to touch you,” I purr.
His hands immediately move out the way and he sits back and waits for me to touch him.
“Spit in my hand,” I say.
He raised an eyebrow up as I brought my hand up to his face. He groans and spits in my hand.
“More,” I say.
“More,” he asks?
“Yes, I want it to be dripping all thru my fingers.”
“Damn, baby,” he says then spits in my hand again.
Lowering my hand and gripping as much of him as I could, I began to slowly stroke him up and down. My hand easily moved on him because it was wet with his spit. He began to move with my stroke.
“Stop, be still. No moving, no touching. No anything for you. You only get what I gave you,” I say speeding up my movements.
He was panting and groaning. I could feel him starting to thump in my hand, so I stopped.
He groaned and looked up at me. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because you’ve been bad. You don’t deserve to cum.”
“But you can get down here and lick my pussy from the back,” I say climbing from on top of him, and leaning over the back of the couch.
My knees spread wide and my ass in the air, waiting for the touch of his tongue.
He stood behind me for a few seconds not saying anything.
“Honey, your dress is in the way. Can you lift it up,” he asks?
“No. Use your teeth if you have to,” I say smiling to myself.
I hear him lower himself onto the floor behind me, and I feel my dress move and his warm soft lips kissing up the back of my thigh. I tremble under his touch. But I quickly still myself. His kisses his way up to my throbbing sex, blowing on it at first. Then softly licking my wet folds; causing a moan to escape my lips. When he heard that, he began to hungrily lap my sex. His tongue licking and sucking my bud between his lips. Nibbling on it lightly when he does. His tongue dives deeper into me as I wiggle my bottom around on his face.
“Damn, baby you taste so sweet,” he moans into my sex.
Causing another shiver to shot down my spine. He licks up the back of my folds, stopping to flick his tongue over my star.
“Oh,” I gasp, “Please.”
“Please what,” he asks as he teases me with his tongue.
“Please don’t stop doing that.”
“What? This,” he says, then he lick my star lightly and sucks it gently into his mouth.
“Ryan,” I cry as he pushes his face all the way into my body.
His tongue invaded my virgin star. My star sucking his tongue in deep, causing my legs start to shake. I not know how much longer I can take it before I cum; and I want to cum on his dick.
“Ryan stop. Please stop, I’m about to cum.”
“Is that such a bad thing,” he mumbles into my folds.
“Yes,” I cry.
“Whatever you say,” he says getting up, but not before he licked my wetness one last time; making me purr with delight.
He stood as close to me as he could without actually touching me. I could feel the heat from him on my skin, and it had my going crazy.
“What do you want me to do next,” he asks moving from one foot to the other, making his hardness bump against the back on my sex.
“This you might not like. Rub yourself on me until I cum,” I say.
“Why wouldn’t I like that,” he asks rubbing up against me?
“Well you can’t cum and you can’t stick it in.”
“Say what,” he asked, shocked?
“That’s all I’m comfortable with right now.”
He exhales loudly then finally says, “Ok.”
Then he slowly rubs the tip of himself down my folds; stopping only when he hit my throbbing bud. He smacks his dick on my bud and presses it tight against me; and rubs himself back and forth on me until I start to moan.
“Like that, baby,” he asks.
“Yes,” I breath.
He continues to rub me harder and harder until I feel like I’m about to explode.
“Oh Ryan. You feel so good. I’m about to cum, baby. Please don’t stop.”
He begins rubbing my bud in a frantic pace. Quickly drawing an orgasm out of me.
“Yesss,” I scream as those delicious waves rock my whole body making me collapse into the couch.
Ryan was behind me panting like crazy. I fall over on the couch, my whole body spent.
“Sunshine,” Ryan says his voice understandably shaky.
My eyes were heavy, I could feel myself falling asleep.
“Thank you, Ryan for loving me enough to wait,” I say closing my eyes and falling into a deep much needed sleep.
Chapter 14 (Ryan)
When I woke up this morning, I went back in the living room to check on Sunshine. She was laying in the same spot she was last night. She was a dream. Her hair is splayed all over the pillow and couch. The cover that I draped over her last night for warmth, was now wrapped up in her legs. Her dress rode up a bit and was showing her smooth thick thighs. I wanted to run over beside her and kiss up those thighs unt
il I reached heaven.
As if she heard what I was thinking she stretched out of her sleep, and rolled over facing me. At first she said nothing. She just looked at me with sleepy eyes, as she lay there. Then she carefully got up and walked over to me. I’m thinking she was going to freak out about what happened between us last night, but she didn’t. She stood up on her tippy toes and kissed my cheek, then turned and walked to the back; towards the room that she had always slept in when she was here.
What was that all about? I’m not mad that she kissed me, but why didn’t she say anything. Women.
Shaking my head I go plop down on the couch, stretching all my limbs; then leaning back on the couch, closing my eyes. I think on Sunshine and the hell she has been thru because of me and my carelessness. I thought on how incredibly sexy a woman she is, and how lucky I am that she is even agreeing to be in the same space as me. Because if she did what I did I think I’d be a monster. I would probably be the last person anyone wanted to be around, because I’d probably take out all my hurt and anger on whoever was around me. So last night when she started flipping out on me, smacking my chest and face. I wasn’t mad at her at all. I really felt sorry for her. Because I could see all the pain we put her thru all over her face. It tortured me to see her in so much pain. When she started giving me what she was feeling; how it felt to see her touch another man when she grabbed my brother. I saw red. I hated every second of it. I felt like I was going to kill someone. So if I felt how I did and she only touched him, I know I would be completely devastated if she did what I did. Even if it was to save her and Mom’s lives. I don’t think I would ever be able to look at her without going crazy. So I’m damn lucky she even spoke to me. Let alone stroked my heat; and let me lick her sweet tight pussy last night. Every time she smack my hands away, I felt myself get harder and harder. I nearly lost myself and slammed into her when I was rubbing my hardness all over her wet folds. It was hard not to. But I knew if I did she would never forgive me. So after she zonked out, I went to my room and had the longest cold shower in history. It helped for a while.
As I lay here and think about how darn sweet she looked sleeping just now, I can feel myself growing hard as a rock.
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