Bedding The Best Friend (Bedding the Bachelors, Book 4)

by Virna DePaul

  She lifted her hips slightly, and she was so wet, so ready for him, that Ryan’s cock slipped inside her. He thrust up, filling her completely.

  They kissed as he continued to thrust upward, and she ground downward in what seemed like the most perfect rhythm there ever was. Annie finally understood what the term “pure ecstasy” meant. No, she more than understood it. She was living it.

  When she broke their kiss, Ryan opened his eyes and smiled at her. He didn’t speak, he just gave her nipples a hungry look and ran his sexy tongue along his lips. She pushed herself up so that he could reach one, and she let out a heavy gasp as he sucked one into his mouth. Her body quivered as Ryan ran his tongue around the outside of her nipple and grazed it gently with his teeth. Annie let him work on one for a while and then adjusted her body so that he could suck in the other.

  “Oh Ryan, that’s so good. Oh fuck! It feels so good.”

  When Ryan took a break for air, Annie sat upright. She pressed her knees into the mattress and pushed herself up so that he nearly slipped out. Before he did, she slowly sank down and squeezed him tight with her internal muscles, causing more satisfied noises to escape from his chest. She repeated the action a few times, delighting in watching his fists clench as he grew even more desperate for her.

  She put her hands behind her and rested them on the tops of his thighs. She used the leverage to quicken her movements. His gaze dropped so he could watch himself plunge in and out of her. Keeping the rhythm going, she reached down, rubbing her clit, circling it with her fingers, doubling her own pleasure, and sending Ryan into fits of strangled moans.

  He thrust his hips up harder, as hard and fast as his restraints would allow him. Sliding her hands under his shoulders, she molded her body to his, pressing herself against his chest until her breasts were crushed against him. She sucked on his bicep as she continued to work her hips back and forth and up and down.

  Her own moans had turned into whimpers, and the noises he made were driving her crazy. She was close, and she knew he was, too. She rested her lips against his ear and said, “Come with me, Ryan.”

  His body tightened from head to toe, and with a shout, he came. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, and she covered his mouth with hers, swallowing his grunts and groans, whimpering along with him as the waves of pleasure crashed over them both, drowning them in ecstasy.

  Once their trembling had passed and their breaths steadied, she lifted her hips. They both moaned as he slipped out of her. Gently, she kissed his throat, right over his pounding pulse.

  She could have interpreted their continuing silence as a bad thing, but for some reason she didn’t. Instead, their lack of words felt reverential. Silent acknowledgment that they’d just professed all they needed to with their bodies.

  He kissed her temple and she cuddled close to him for a long time, almost falling asleep and only rousing when he shifted beneath her. A quick glance confirmed that despite still being tied, he was about to doze off himself. Forcing herself to move, she got to her feet, kissed him gently, and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” Unable to keep herself from smiling with pure joy, she staggered to the bathroom to grab a small pair of scissors from her makeup bag, then released him from his bonds. Immediately, he pulled her into his arms. She buried her face in his neck, breathed in their combined scent, and with a final sigh of contentment, fell asleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Annie woke up with a smile on her face. She’d had such a nice dream about Ryan last night. A dream in which they’d finally admitted they wanted each other and done something about it. Wow, the way he’d caressed her. Talked to her. Like she was a woman who drove him crazy with desire. A woman he wanted to fuck to the point he lost all control. God, if only he really felt that way about her.

  She stretched and rolled over, bumping into something—or someone—as she did.

  “Oh shit!” she said, jerking upright.

  Ryan was on his side facing her, the sheet pulled up to his waist. Her mind could barely comprehend the sight of all that naked skin and bulging muscle, and she gasped when he opened one eye and grinned. “Wow, that’s kind of a rude way to wake someone up.”

  “Oh damn! I’m sorry, Ryan.” Annie suddenly realized that last night hadn’t been a dream. They were both still naked and…God…even now the sheet was tenting, revealing how aroused he was getting just lying there in bed with her. She wanted to snatch the sheet away to uncover him in all his glory. Take him in her hand. Her mouth. Claim what was hers.

  She felt so unlike herself. So wild and possessive. Entitled to do with him whatever she wanted, for as long as she wanted.

  Heat stung her cheeks as she remembered in vivid detail everything she’d already said and done with him. She’d tied the guy up, for heaven’s sake.

  Laughing softly, Ryan rolled over onto his back. “What are you sorry for, exactly?”

  “Nothing. I mean, for waking you up with profanity. I was just startled.” Great, Annie. That’s just great. You’re really messing this up. Recover. Fast. “I mean, I forgot—”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You forgot?” Putting his hand over his heart, he quipped, “Just shove a knife in my chest, why don’t you?”

  “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t forget. I was disoriented. I thought it was a dream.”

  “Well, I am pretty dream-like,” he said, a teasing smile creasing his face.

  Annie settled on her back next to him. “Yeah, you kind of are.” There was no kind of about it. Ryan was her dream man. The one who made her feel whole and secure and happy.

  She had no idea where to go from here. Was she supposed to tell him she loved him as more than a friend? Was it too soon to blurt the words out? He wasn’t running away. To the contrary, he’d spent the night, and he was smiling. He was also acting a little cocky. Those were all encouraging signs, but…

  He leaned in like he was going to kiss her, and she actually yelped as she pulled away.

  Raising another eyebrow, he said, “No morning-after kiss?”

  Turning her head to the side slightly, because he was still so close, she said, “I’d love one. Let me go brush my teeth first.”

  She jumped out of bed and left Ryan lying there. Annie closed the bathroom door behind her and stood in front of the mirror. Her hair was a wild mess, and she had never been fond of looking at herself naked, not even after she’d lost the weight. Speaking of which…

  She reached into the bottom of her makeup case and took out her bottle of diet pills. She shook one out into her hand and swallowed it with a cup of tap water. She put them back underneath her makeup. She didn’t want Ryan finding them. He already thought she’d lost too much weight. He would definitely have something to say if he knew she was still taking diet pills to help her along.

  She picked up her hairbrush and did her best to smooth down her crazy hair. Brushing it only served to make it bigger…frizzier. She made a face and pulled all of it back to the nape of her neck. She wrapped a stretchy band around it and decided that was the best she was going to be able to do at the moment. After emptying her bladder, washing her hands and face, and brushing her teeth, she put on her robe, took a deep breath and went back into the other room.

  Ryan was still in the bed, but he’d propped himself up against the headboard with all the pillows.

  “Oh, there you are. I thought you left,” he said with a grin.

  “I’m sorry, I was a mess,” she said.

  “Come here.” He patted the bed next to him.

  Annie walked over. Ryan tugged on the belt that held her robe together and pulled her toward him. Then he pressed his lips to hers.

  He tasted like cinnamon. He must have used the breath spray she’d left on her nightstand. As he kissed her, she felt him untying the robe and sliding his warm hands inside. He gripped her hips with his big hands, and Annie shivered as she felt them begin to roam across her curves. Ryan kissed down the side of her face to her neck. She felt his hands
slide upward and push the robe down off of her shoulders as he licked and nibbled. Annie leaned her head back to give him better access, her whole body quivering with delight.

  Ryan brought his face back up to hers and kissed her softly. At the same time, he reached back and took the wrap out of her hair, letting it fall free.

  “I like all that hair in my face.” He pulled her back against him, crushing her body against his as his mouth took hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His lips nearly devoured hers, and she moaned and leaned further into him. When Ryan finally broke away, her lips were moist and parted, and she had to suck in a deep breath before opening her eyes. She looked at him, sure that her complete surrender was reflected in her eyes and splashed across her face in vivid color.

  “Kiss me again. Please,” she said in a soft, husky voice.

  He let out a deep groan and kissed her as hard as the first time. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss with a wild passion that spurred him on. He wrapped a thick bundle of her hair up in his fist and tugged her head backward. He blazed a wild trail of kisses from her lips, down across her chin, and down her neck before stopping at the base of her throat. His other hand moved slowly down her back until it met with the supple curve of her ass, gripping it. Annie was practically in his lap now, grinding herself against him, remembering the night before and how amazing he’d felt inside of her.

  Ryan adjusted his body so he was lying on his side with his body resting against hers. He propped his head on his elbow and looked at her. She could see the desire in his gray-green eyes, and she loved it. He began to lightly trail his hand across her body. He started with her shoulders and traced a path down her arms to her hands. Then he dragged his fingers across her abdomen and her softly flared hips. She shuddered when he reached the tops of her thighs and ran his palms across her soft skin. He smiled at her before finding her lips with his again. This time, he kissed her softly, gently probing and gradually becoming more insistent. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, pushing and teasing. Annie sucked on his tongue, tasting him and loving it as his hand continued its exploration of her thigh. He slid it upward, groaning and smiling against her mouth when his fingers reached her hot, wet center. Annie settled back farther so that she could open her legs wider, giving him full access.

  “Oh Ryan,” she breathed against his mouth as his fingers worked her. He stopped kissing her and raised his head. He was looking at her seriously, his mouth open as if to speak even though he remained silent.

  “What, Ryan? What is it?”

  “You’re just so beautiful, Annie. I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” Without waiting for her to reply, he pushed her down so her back was against the mattress and rolled on top of her.

  He kissed her until they both couldn’t breathe. When he came up for air, he shifted so his hard erection pressed against the inner part of her thigh. His left hand reached up and softly pinched her nipple then tugged on it. Annie shivered, hoping he’d use his mouth on her. He didn’t disappoint.

  He flicked his tongue across one of her nipples and then lightly grazed it with his teeth. Then he drew it into his mouth and sucked, sending vibrations directly to the juncture between her legs. She moaned as he gave equal attention to each of her breasts before letting his mouth travel down—over her ribs and abdomen, across her navel, and finally, between her legs. With his index finger, he rubbed her clit, causing her to cry out before he leaned in and ran his tongue through her moist slit.

  Annie’s body jerked, and she moaned loudly as Ryan pushed his tongue inside of her, driving it in as far as it would go. He continued working her clit with his finger as he fucked her with his tongue. She writhed against him, bucking her hips wildly when he suddenly pulled his tongue out of her, licked her clit, then sucked on it gently.

  She crumpled the sheet beneath her in her fists and arched her back, letting out another long, deep moan.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He once again clamped his lips around her clit but this time added the sensation of his finger inside of her. He worked the finger in and out as he continued to nibble on her swollen bud. As her moans and cries increased in volume, Ryan slipped in another finger and then another until Annie suddenly went rigid. Her abdominal muscles tightened, and her pussy clenched and unclenched as a gush of wetness flooded his fingers.

  She climaxed until her body went limp and her ragged breathing echoed throughout the room. He gently removed his fingers as she stared down at him, her eyes wide with wonder.

  “Oh my God, Ryan,” she said in an emotional, heady voice. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.” Reaching up, she pushed the wild strands of her hair out of her face. She imagined she must look like a crazy woman. He’d driven her insane with lust, so it only made sense.

  “Not as incredible as you. Fuck, just look at you.” He stared at her swollen pussy and ran his tongue along the length of it one last time, looking satisfied by her scream of surprise as her body shook violently.

  He moved up next to her and brushed more of her hair back. The tendrils that hung around her head and neck were damp from perspiration. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips, and as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, she sucked on it gently.

  She moved her hand down his body and grasped his erection in her fist. Ryan groaned loudly and moved his hips closer to hers.

  “Is it my turn to taste you?” she asked, as she ran her tongue along his lower lip.

  Ryan let out a desperate little laugh. “If you do that now, it will be all over in a blink. I’m not ready for it to be over, are you?”

  Before she had a chance to answer, his mouth covered hers again, almost violently this time. His urgency excited Annie, and she sighed when he moved on top of her, covering her with his large, heavy weight. She reveled in the kiss he gave her, but she wasn’t expecting what happened next. He took her hips in his hands and without any further preamble, he slammed his cock into her, hitting bottom and causing her to scream. It felt so good, being filled by him.

  He growled deeply in his throat and stared into her eyes. He looked positively possessive. Then he pulled himself almost completely out of her. He hung there for a second, making her groan and cry out.

  “Please, Ryan. Please!”

  He remained still as she stared at him helplessly, desperate for more.

  “Please, baby. I want you so much.”

  He grinned, and then he thrust back into her with such force that it caused her to rake her fingernails across his back.

  “Is this what you want, Annie?” he breathed out as he began to fuck her in earnest, gliding in and out of her before suddenly increasing his pace and the intensity of his thrusts. Annie felt as though he’d taken complete ownership of her body. She would have given him anything he wanted in that moment.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Within minutes, she was on the edge again. She pressed her mouth back to his, and their tongues danced as their hips pounded against each other. He slid one hand underneath her and cupped her ass, moving her as he needed to, while the other hand rested underneath her head. She was close, and she could feel his body beginning to tense as well. His cock grew stiffer and swelled inside of her before he abruptly pulled all the way out.

  Annie couldn’t help crying out, “No!” She almost started sobbing.

  Ryan was struggling with his breathing as he wrapped his fingers back up in her hair and began kissing her lightly across her eyelids, cheekbones, and chin. Her body was shaking, and she was aching for him to finish what they had started.

  With his lips hovering closely over hers, he whispered, “Where’s your toy?”

  She jerked. “Wh—what?”

  “Your toy. The one from your naughty list. You brought it, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you used it? Since we’ve been here.”

  She felt herself turn red.
r />   “That’s what I thought. You did it while I was next door, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Get it.”

  “Ryan—”

  “Get it, Annie.”

  * * *

  Annie reached around him and opened the nightstand. She pulled out a box.

  “I—I put it back in the box. After I cleaned it, I mean.”

  “Very fastidious of you.” He took the toy from her, watching her carefully. Her eyes were dilated, her breaths ragged, her nipples hard. She licked her lips, alternately meeting his gaze and looking at the box he held with obvious anticipation. “Do you know what’s going to happen next?” As he spoke, he removed the vibrator from the box, flicked it to make sure it was indeed working, then turned it off, placed it in the box, and set the open box on the nightstand.

  She lifted her chin. “I have a pretty good idea.”

  God, he hadn’t thought it was possible for him to be more turned on than he already was, but her sassiness made his cock even harder. He was definitely enjoying getting to know Annie’s inner bad girl. But he didn’t want her getting too comfortable here. He still had plenty of naughty to show her.

  “Do you? Because you’re going to be underneath me,” he said. “Around me. Fucking surrounding me. And when I’m inside you, I’m going to get in you. So deep you won’t ever be able to forget the feel of me. It won’t matter who you sleep with afterward. Won’t matter how many men get inside you after me. Because you and they will know I’m still there.”

  She whimpered and her breathing escalated at the promise in his voice. Reaching out, he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, causing her to moan. When she opened her mouth and sucked his thumb into her mouth, biting it gently and laving it with her tongue, his moan melded with hers.