by Ward, Penny
My hands drifted down the contours of his chest and abs, sliding lower until I gripped his cock in my hand and pumped it.
He groaned and nipped at my bottom lip.
“Yes, that feels so good, Claire.” I don’t know what turned me on more: his mounting desire or the fact that he bent his forehead to mine so he could watch me give him a hand job.
“Just shut up,” I growled.
He did, a heavy groan escaping his lips every now and then.
He wouldn’t let me have all the fun though, and it didn’t take long for him to bury his fingers deep inside my core.
Oh…
My hips bucked toward him involuntarily and a gasp tore from my throat.
“Two can play that game,” he said as I gave him an incredulous look.
He worked his magic, stroking me and bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm even as I worked his cock in my hands.
I pushed him away from me.
My ability to do so surprised both of us since he was so much larger than me, but a pleased grin covered his face as I pushed him down on the bed and bent over him.
When my mouth wrapped around his girth, he groaned, throwing his head back as pleasure rippled through him. I purred my delight, taking my time as I sucked on him, lifting my head to watch his expression and lap at the head of his dick.
“Claire.” His words were elongated around a groan, which only made me grin as I continued to work.
I don’t know who tired of the game first, but after a while he pulled me up into his arms so that I straddled him.
His cock slid inside me with ease.
I was so wet just from pleasing him, there was no resistance, which made both of us moan with pleasure.
Then I was riding him, my hips rolling to meet every thrust of his hips.
His hands grasped my waist, guiding my actions and my own fingers snagged on the short tufts of hair upon his head. He bent his head down and latched onto my breast.
It took everything in me not to come then and there, but I managed to hold on.
I was climbing higher and higher, but I wasn’t ready to fall yet, and I knew he wasn’t either.
“You feel so good, Claire,” he murmured against my flesh as he put his head between my breasts. “So, so good.”
There were no words to describe my own emotions.
I was riding on a roller coaster.
The ride was exhilarating.
I was climbing higher and higher, knowing soon I would fall off the edge, but it wasn’t coming soon enough for me to predict it.
Then his mouth closed upon my other breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened and I came, gasping for air as my pussy clenched around his cock, milking him with each contraction.
I clung to him, knowing full well that he wasn’t through, but unsure of how much longer I could handle his demands.
My answer came then.
“Get on your hands and knees, Claire. I want to fuck you from behind.”
I didn’t even question it.
A thrill went through me as I turned away from him.
Then he was slipping inside my folds, and pumping fast and hard.
I grabbed a fistful of my blanket with one hand and braced myself against the wall with my other, crying out in pleasure.
“Ryan!”
He grunted in reply, and for several moments, the only noise between us were the sound of skin against skin and my throaty moans as I took his thrusts.
I could feel a second orgasm building on my end and knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer.
As if he knew that, Ryan groaned. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now.”
I did, soaking his cock in my juices.
It was exactly what he needed.
With a loud groan, his nails bit into my hips, and he thrust himself inside me one last time as he threw his head back.
Hot jets of cum filled me with creamy warmth.
I purred with pleasure, making him chuckle as he bent over my body and pressed a kiss upon my back.
“Are you a cat now, baby?”
“Meow?” I teased. “I’ll be your pussy for a bit.”
He chuckled, sliding out of me and pulling me against him as he laid in the bed.
“I love you, Claire,” he whispered in my ear as he tucked hair behind my ears. “One day, I’ll prove that to you in a way you’ll accept it. Do you understand me?” He shifted his body so that he looked down at me, his dark eyes burning. It felt like he was trying to brand me with the importance of his statement. “I love you.”
I bit my lip and nodded, accepting his words for the moment but not ready to say them to him in return.
I wasn’t in love with him, and I wasn’t dumb enough to say I was when I knew the truth.
I could only hope he saw that on my face.
In a way, I think he did for he kissed me, a soft smile on his face. “One day, you’ll believe that. One day, you’ll reply in kind when I say those words. You’ll see.”
Part of me hoped I would, that my fears about his relationship with Patricia were without standing and that he really did care about me.
The other part of me was already in love with him but wouldn’t admit it until I was sure of his affection for me in return.
The only thing I could say to his words were, “So, show me.”
He accepted my challenge.
Chapter 12
Derrick grinned at me.
That in and of itself was rare.
“I don’t know what you did to this kid, but I’ll have to thank you,” he said.
I stared at him in shock. “What for?”
He shrugged, turning his attention away from me and back out to the mat where Ryan faced off with his opponent.
“For straightening his ass out.” He shook his head. “I’ve always known him to be a bit of an airhead, more worried about looking good rather than tackling this match. He can do it. He has the talent, no doubt about it. He’s fast and strong, but he’s never had the motivation before. I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but keep it up. It’s working. He’s more focused and he’s actually concentrating on what he’s doing rather than just going through the motions.”
It was the longest speech I’d ever heard from the trainer, and I didn’t doubt it was one of the few I’d ever hear.
I had no reply to it though.
Ryan and I were still on rocky terms with each other.
I didn’t trust Patricia, who seemed glued to his side during the match.
However, I did notice that beyond a kiss on his cheek and a hand on his chest, he and Patricia kept their distance from one another.
As Ryan had told me, it was all an act for the sponsors and the potential new fighters for the gym.
She was merely playing a part.
There was no chemistry between them, no love apparent in the way they stood together.
That was something I hadn’t known the first time I’d seen them together.
Then again, I hadn’t been looking for it either.
Whose fault was that?
Mine.
All mine.
Ryan moved in a flash of skin and clothing, too fast for me to see, and the next thing I knew, his opponent was flat on the mat.
Beside me, Derrick pumped his fist in the air and the crowd cheered.
“What happened?” I asked Derrick, still uncertain what was going on around me.
I was only here because Ryan had asked me.
I didn’t even understand the dynamics of what was happening.
Ryan jumped out of the quickly gathering crowd and found me.
“What happened?” I asked Ryan.
“Well, baby,” Ryan said, walking straight up to me. “I just won.”
There was a wicked grin on his face as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
I answered his kiss.
What girl could resist a man like him anyway?
I certainly couldn
’t, but at that moment, I didn’t want to.
Not in my lifetime at least.
The End
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