by K E Osborn
He pulls my nub between his teeth with a pop and then kisses back up my neck toward my mouth. Our lips connect again, while my hands run to the hem of his shirt lifting it up and over his head. We part lips again as I pull the shirt over his head, but our lips quickly reunite as our bodies slam together once his shirt safely hits the floor next to my discarded clothes.
He edges his hips against mine and his hard cock presses against my tummy making my stomach flutter with giddy excitement. I gasp into his mouth as he grinds it into me and I grip onto his hair harder. He moans into my mouth while his hands find their way to my skirt. He fumbles with the zip but manages to undo it and it slides down my legs. I step out and kick it to the side leaving me in just my white lace panties.
Ryan runs his fingers along the seam of my panties and groans into my mouth. His hand dips in between my legs cupping my pussy and the warmth of his hand ignites a fire inside of me. I gasp at the feeling of him touching me, knowing I’m already soaking wet and he can probably feel it, but I don’t care.
He starts to move his hand, gently rubbing my pussy back and forth with a gentle friction as we kiss. My hips move slightly needing better friction as I press onto his hand and he grinds his cock into the side of my leg.
This is hot.
His fingers start sliding and one moves under the fabric pressing up into my folds. I gasp into his mouth needing him to touch me more. But he’s teasing me. And he knows it. Putting just enough pressure for it to feel so good, but not enough to get me off.
“Ryan, please…” I beg.
“You want more?” he murmurs.
“Mmhmm,” I reply.
He smirks, turning to face me then takes his hand away completely leaving me bereft. I frown when both his hands come back to my panties and he rips the fabric away letting it fall to the ground. I gasp with a slight chuckle and he grins widely.
“Animal,” I say, and he nods.
“Part your legs,” he demands.
I flick open my eyes wide at his tone of voice but the slight demand actually turns me on, so I take a step to the side as he moves in closer and slides his hand back between my legs.
“Don’t make a sound. If you whimper I’m gonna stop,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Not a sound till I tell you to, okay?” I nod and smirk as his calloused finger collides with my clit harshly and starts rotating. I almost fall back on the bed, but his other hand rests on my back holding me up. Ryan’s mouth connects with my neck, nipping and sucking, which only heightens the intense feeling between my legs.
He’s pushing quite hard on my clit, you’d think it would hurt but the feeling is so intense that I’m gasping for air but I’m doing it quietly. My hips move in time with his finger and all I want to do is moan and scream out his name, but I’m scared if I say or do anything he’ll stop and I don’t want him to stop. Ever.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I ride the wave of euphoric pleasure.
It builds and builds.
Higher and higher.
I grit my teeth together, breathing harshly out of my nose trying as hard as I can to not make a sound. But it’s building and building deep in my chest. I need to scream. I need to moan to let out some of this tension. My eyes clamp together tightly, as my body begins to jolt rapidly from the undeniable pleasure he’s giving me. Heat floods my veins as he continues his circles on my clit.
Flashes of light dance behind my eyes, and just as I’m about to scream out in delightful agony he relieves me and says, “Now Tillie.”
“Oh God, Ryan!” I moan as he pushes harder on my clit and sucks on my neck. The pleasure taking me to new heights. My knees buckle and I fall back onto the bed as I come hard. Ryan falls beside me and chuckles as I pant, breathing harshly through my nose as I fall back down from my intense high.
Ryan moves over me pressing his lips to mine tenderly and kisses me softly. I kiss him back lazily as my hand runs up into his hair holding him to me. His finger circles my clit slowly, and with a lot less pressure as he brings me back to a normal state. I slump into the mattress and giggle into his mouth. He pulls back raising his eyebrow and looks me in the eyes.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that was… different. I’ve never had to keep quiet before.”
He smiles. “Yeah, some find it odd. But others, like you I’m guessing, find it heightens the pleasure.”
“Yeah, that was… amazing.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
I glance down to his jeans and smirk, moving my hands down his torso toward his button. He smiles and stands up at the edge of the bed. My hand follows and attaches to his button, undoing it, and then his zipper. His jeans fall down and his cock tents in his boxer briefs, and I know from seeing him naked already following that chili incident, Ryan is big.
He grabs the hem of his boxers and looks at me in all seriousness. “Are you sure?”
“Ryan, you better pull those boxers down,” I say, and he chuckles threading his fingers around the hem and he pulls them down. I clear my throat looking at the sheer size of him when his cock springs free. I saw him briefly at dinner, but I didn’t get a really good look. Now I’m taking it all in and I’ve never seen anything so big in my life.
He shuffles out of his jeans and boxers along with his shoes as he grabs my ankles and slides off my heels. I’d forgotten I still had my shoes on. Drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth, I grin as Ryan saunters toward me and leans down over the top of my body. I shuffle up the bed a little more as he moves over me and we now settle in the middle of the bed. Our chests heaving in sync as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he reaches down and grabs my glasses pulling them off and placing them on the edge of the bed.
My breaths are coming in short sharp bursts as he leans in kissing me. I lay back on the bed completely letting him hover over me. The warmth of his naked body is sending chills down my flaming hot skin. I don’t know how anyone can be as utterly sexy as Ryan is. Sure, he may not be defined but he’s still fit, and fuck if he doesn’t make me crazy.
Ryan moves in between my legs, my pussy aches at the feeling of his cock pressing against me—it’s almost too much for me to handle. His lips connect with mine and we kiss frantically while my hand runs up his muscular back.
He moves his cock into place and I gasp feeling his tip at my entrance.
Suddenly, I freeze. “Wait!” I call out pulling my lips from his.
He pauses all movement and looks in my eyes furrowing his brows.
“I’m not on the pill,” I say honestly.
He winces and exhales pulling back from me slightly. Then his eyes widen, and his frown deepens. “Fuck! I don’t have a condom on me. I didn’t think this was going to happen, so I didn’t bring anything with me tonight.” The utter devastation that this might not happen, is written all over his face.
I bring my hand up to his cheek and caress it tenderly. “Check the top bedside drawer,” I say, and he looks at me raising an eyebrow. “There might be one in there, but it will probably be at the back. It’s been… a while,” I admit.
His lips turn into a half-smile as he leans in kissing the side of my mouth. Then he moves off me to look in the bedside drawers. He digs around down the back and grumbles as he searches for a good thirty seconds before he chuckles, and then turns to me holding up my clit stimulator. “This could come in handy,” he says while I turn bright red.
“Oh shit! I forgot that was in there.”
Ryan chuckles and turns back to the drawer and then swings around again pulling out a line of condom wrappers. “Jackpot! We have enough here to go all night and morning,” he says.
I count at least seven condoms.
Wow! Ryan must be a machine.
He sits back tearing off one of the condom packets from the line and rips it open. My heart begins to race rapidly knowing this is actually going to happen. He pulls out the latex and rolls it onto h
is long length, and I swear that is the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, moving back over the top of me and pulls my leg up placing it over his shoulder with a wicked smirk.
“Hold on, baby,” he says. I bite down on my bottom lip as he kisses my ankle next to his face and slowly moves his cock into place. The tip of his head is right at my opening, and I blow out a puff of air as he runs his head up my slickened, swollen folds. I’m so ready for him I’m practically begging for it.
His hand grips on to my leg by his head, and the other onto my hip as he angles my hips up to meet him. He tightens his fingers on my hip then quickly pulls me onto him. His cock thrusts deep inside me, stretching me completely and filling me to the hilt. I moan as my head falls back in pleasure. It almost hurts, but it’s a pleasurable pain, as he gradually draws out and then quickly thrusts inside me again.
He’s torturing me slowly.
Working me up on a painful rhythm.
He knows what he’s doing and exactly how to hit the right places.
Not too fast, not too slow. He thrusts in and out at a steady rhythm. Just the perfect timing to get me worked up. We both pant as he moves me with him. The position I’m in, he has me under his complete control.
He’s not dominant but what he’s doing is allowing him to take my pleasure, and I’m willing to let him do to me as he wants. I like letting him control me. And as he thrusts into me, back and forth, deeper and deeper, the tingles start deep within my core. I know he’s working me higher to a precipice, the same one I was at not that long ago. He’s a master with my body and yet he hardly knows it. He’s so skilled at what he does that he’s not only a rock god but he’s a sex god too. The thing is, he knows it and uses it to his advantage as he thrusts in deeper.
His hand moves from my leg down, grazing the inside of my calf. It sends goosebumps all over my body as his gentle caress is in contrast to his powerful thrusts. His hand continues south moving between my legs, his finger finds my clit and presses hard, circling and pressing just enough to send a pulse through my core. I jolt and moan as my hips shift in time with his movements.
My body blazes with intense heat as I start to tremble. My skin slickens with a fine mist of sweat and my breathing hitches.
He circles again on my clit as he thrusts deeper, and it’s just the push over the edge I need to send me into bliss. My head goes foggy and the twinkling behind my eyes starts to become more intense as my body explodes into a wave of delight.
I moan out loud as my head flops to the side and he thrusts into me deeper.
“That’s it, Tillie, come for me,” he says in his deep gravelly voice that almost makes me come again just at its sound.
He pulls my leg down from his shoulder and moves down so we’re chest to chest. This feels far more intimate and I glance up, my eyes meet his and his hooded eyes are so intense it sends a shockwave straight through me. A burst of energy surges and it makes me feel even more connected to him, if that’s even possible.
His hand comes up and caresses my face as he leans down kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwine as we move together rocking back and forth, in unison. My legs come up wrapping around his waist pulling him into me deeper. This now definitely feels less like the fucking we were just doing and more emotional. There’s more of a connection as we slow our pace down and ride the wave together.
Soft low moans echo from both of us as we rock back and forth. He feels so good I don’t want this to stop, as my fingers dig into the muscles of his back. He thrusts deeper and harder inside of me and the heat starts to rise again, it’s less intense but it’s still there nevertheless.
Ryan thrusts once more, slowly, then pulls back and plunges in again. His kiss is strong and passionate and it works me up just as much as his intense thrusting. Our bodies are sliding together making sounds of passion as they move in unison.
The heat pulses through my veins.
My back arches off the bed.
Flashes blast behind my eyes as my breath catches.
I gasp and moan into his mouth then splinter into a million pieces beneath him. My pussy clenching tightly around his cock, and it’s all he needs to help him along as he groans, pausing his movements, and unloading into the condom with a deep throaty growl.
My hands run up and down his back to help bring him down as his body relaxes and falls back onto me, but not enough to squash me. His face falls into my neck as we both pant from exhausted bliss.
“Fuck, Tillie.”
I smile and lean my cheek against his. “We’re good at that,” I whisper.
He pulls his head back and grins at me lazily. “We’re fucking epic at that. And we have at least six more goes before we run out of condoms before morning.”
I giggle and shake my head. “How ‘bout you just kiss me again first?”
“That I can do.”
Chapter Thirteen
RYAN
My eyes flutter and I take a deep breath as I take in my surroundings. A warm body pressed against me, an unfamiliar scene startles me for a brief moment, then I look to see it’s Tillie and I remember last night. Her body moving with mine, the way we fit together, it was a beautiful harmony and it was perfect.
But as she lays here in my arms a sense of unease washes over me.
I like her. A lot.
I haven’t been with someone I like since Katie, and even though this feels right, a part of me still perceives that it’s wrong.
My breathing starts to quicken and my heart pounds in my chest rapidly as a bead of sweat forms on my temple. I’m contemplating what the hell this means and what I’m supposed to do right now, when Tillie shifts in my arms and looks up at me.
“Morning,” her angelic voice and big doe eyes, unfortunately, do nothing to soothe my rising panic.
“Hey,” I say with a weak smile.
Her smile falters as she pulls her bottom lip in by her teeth and scrunches her brows together, her hand comes up caressing my face and she looks me in the eyes. “You okay?”
Exhaling quite loudly, I follow that with a hard swallow. “Fine, just gotta do some stuff before I head into the studio today.”
She nods, her hand falling from my cheek. “Okay… so we’re going in together?”
I pull back from her, turning to get out of the bed. “No. I better go, but I’ll see you there.”
Tillie sits up watching me but says nothing while I start to get dressed. The fierceness of her glare is penetrating my back so I turn to face her. The glare is even worse front on. I wince, it’s not a hateful glare like I’d imagined, it’s worse than that, it’s pain filled.
“I’m sorry, but I gotta go. I did have a great time, though.”
Her eyes open wide as her nostrils flair. Shit! Now I’m making her angry. Again, I’m fucking this up. But my head is too foggy to try and fix this now. I need some space. “I’ll see you there?” I ask.
She exhales with a simple nod. “Yeah.”
“Right!” Grabbing my keys off the cupboard, I turn, stepping off without looking back, out of her room to her front door. I pause at the door debating whether to go back and apologize, tell her all about Katie and Maddie and how fucked in the head I am because of them. But instead, I turn the handle and walk out like the pussy that I am.
***
Oliver has called a meeting this morning so I’m here in the boardroom with Danger and Lunar waiting on the others. I haven’t seen Tillie come in yet, but she’s probably avoiding me. I would be avoiding me if I were her.
“So you didn’t come in last night,” Lunar says wiggling her eyebrows as Danger smirks.
Exhaling, I roll my eyes. “Your stalker tendencies astound me, Lunar.”
She giggles. “Hey, the house is so much quieter without you in it, so we know when you’re not there mister grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“You’re a little grumpy, bro,” Danger says.
“I’m not fucking grumpy!”
My stomach flips and for the first time in a long time, I want to sucker punch him.
“Shut your face, prick.”
He puts his hands up in surrender and frowns. “Hey… was just kidding, Ry. You’re really tense, what’s going on?”
Running my hand through my hair, I slam my forehead down on the table and groan.
“Ryan, dude, talk to us,” Danger coaxes.
“I slept with Tillie, all right!” I moan then a clearing throat echoes from the doorway. As I raise my head, I see Tillie standing there red faced next to Oliver, Matt, and Nate. The room falls silent as I look to Tillie who’s purposely avoiding eye contact. My heart is racing so fast I’m worried it might burst right out of my chest as she straightens her posture, clears her throat, and walks in the room.
“I have some good news,” she says seemingly completely ignoring my outburst as she makes her way to the table, sitting down next to Lunar. She smiles at Tillie and Tillie weakly smiles back taking her seat and opening a folder. Oliver, Matt, and Nate all file in behind her taking their seats. She pulls out a headshot photo of Zaria and places it in the middle of the table, and everyone sits up a little taller at seeing the Hollywood A-lister. I smile genuinely, knowing what’s coming.
“So for the release of ‘Take my Breath,’ Zaria has agreed to come on board and be the starring lead in the music video. She needs to get back to us on when she can fit us into her tight schedule so the release of the song might have to wait a bit, but I believe it will be beneficial to have her on board with us.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nate calls out.
I screw my face up at him. This was his idea and now he’s annoyed because what? We have to delay our release?
