Sting

by Jennifer Ryder

  I scoop up the last of my meal, and scoff it down. “Ah well, give her something to talk about.”

  She shakes her head. “Triplets,” she whispers.

  “Why not? I’d love a brood of kids one day. I just found out my sister’s having one,” I blurt out. Ah, slow down on the personal information, buddy. “Anyway, can’t say I’m not a little jealous.”

  “Yeah,” she says, and looks down at her plate, pushing her fork around her empty plate. Yeah. Kids is definitely a sensitive topic.

  I get up from the table, and tuck in my chair. “I guess I’d better take a shower. Probably should have had one before dinner, but I was starved.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll wash up.” She stands and stretches her arm in front of me and stacks our plates and cutlery.

  “I’ll be quick, so don’t go anywhere.”

  “Okay. Thanks for dinner, by the way. It was really nice to have someone cook for me.” She smiles, and I feel like I’m king of the world.

  I have to pull myself back from leaning in and kissing the soft skin of her neck. The way her hair is piled on top of her head is allowing full access. Although I’ve just eaten, I’m hungry for something else. A side of Willow.

  “Anytime.”

  I shower quickly and wrap a white towel low around my waist.

  Time to step things up a notch.

  When I creep into the kitchen Willow’s back is to me and her hands are splashing about in a sink full of soapy water. She’s singing what seems to be an old Creedence song, “Bad Moon Rising”, but she’s got the words all wrong. I’m pretty sure the lyrics don’t go In the back room on the right.

  It’s fucking adorable.

  It’s also the last straw.

  I can’t take it anymore. I have to have her.

  I move behind her and pin her body to the sink, with one hand gripping the bench either side of her hips. I lean in and let her feel my hot breath against her neck. She drops a dinner plate on the edge of the sink and it smashes.

  “I’m pretty sure you’ve got the words wrong, Blondie,” I whisper.

  Willow splays her hands on the bench, either side of the water. “Oh,” she says, her voice gravelly. Her breath catches in her throat as I roll my hip, positioning my hard-on against her back. With prime view of the valley of her perky tits, I admire how her chest now labours for air.

  I dot restrained kisses down the nape of her neck. Her skin prickles beneath my lips with a shiver that moves through her petite body.

  “You smell like those cookies,” I say. Good enough to eat. Given the chance, I’ll feast on her.

  “I thought we were going to be friends,” she whispers.

  “We are.” I run my tongue over her earlobe and then graze my teeth over the soft flesh.

  Willow turns and places her warm, wet hands on my bare chest. She baulks, like she’s trying to retreat, but she’s got nowhere to go. I’m all over her like lint on a cheap suit.

  “Sweet cupcakes, where are your clothes?”

  This woman and her sweet sayings. “On my bathroom floor. Not important right now.”

  “But—”

  I hold a finger to her sweet lips before she can continue. “Don’t need them for what I’ve got in mind, Blondie.”

  “Oh,” she says under her breath. She lets out an exasperated sigh and runs her soapy hands over my nipples, causing them to harden. As she explores down my torso, her touch is soft and gentle as if she’s fascinated with the ridges of my stomach.

  “I’m gonna ask you this one time, and one time only,” I ask her. My tone is as serious as my cock is hard.

  “Uh-huh,” she mumbles, her eyes not leaving my happy trail.

  “Willow,” I say louder, demanding her attention. Her eyes dart up and for a second I get lost in her sparkling blues. “I’m not the kind of man to deny a friend anything.”

  “Okay,” she says, holding my gaze. Her hands sweep around my sides. My dick twitches.

  I don’t miss the sexy moan that escapes her lips when I roll my hips, rubbing my hardened cock against her stomach. I sweep my palms over her shoulders and weave my fingers into the loose strands of hair at the nape of her neck and hold her firm.

  “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  She blinks a few times in quick succession and her mouth opens. For a split second, I have a feeling in my gut she’s going to say no. That she’ll tell me she just wants to be friends. If she does, I’ll respect that. I’ll do the gentlemanly thing and get the fuck over it. But, I don’t think I’m misreading the signals.

  I glide her bra strap and her tank top down both her shoulders, and trail my fingers down the length of her arms and back up. Her lips part. She exhales out of her mouth as she shivers.

  “Before you answer that, you need to know that if I do, I won’t stop until I’ve had you.” I shake my head from side to side. “I won’t stop until I’ve had your naked body wrapped around me, trembling, and you’ve screamed out my—”

  She lurches forward, crushing her mouth to mine. Her sweet tongue probes my mouth as she hooks her hands behind my neck, her nails clawing at my skin. Like some kind of wild man I suck and bite at her bottom lip, and flick her tongue with mine. My kiss is hard enough to bruise, my need to have her fuelled by her strong hold on me.

  I raise her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. My towel drops to the floor. She moans as her sweet spot makes contact with my dick, the join of her jean shorts our only barrier. I grip her arse in both hands and squeeze tight, eliciting a rough groan that rumbles up my throat. Fuck me, Blondie and I are gonna happen.

  “Oh, Ryan,” she moans against my lips.

  “Practising already, huh?”

  I feel the grin that tugs at her mouth as she presses her lips against my cheek. With a playful pull at my lower lip, I kick the towel from my feet and carry her towards the bedroom. I’m mindful that I’ll be doing this journey pretty much blind, with her face in front of me.

  “You know where we’re goin’?” I ask, taking slow steps.

  We lock lips again. Man, she tastes so sweet. She nods without breaking her lips from mine. Her body shakes, as if she’s cold.

  “I can guess,” she whispers against my mouth.

  Halting in my bedroom doorway, I press her up against the wall, and thrust between her legs in a slow rocking motion. Careful not to get myself too worked up, I give myself a moment before I remove a hand from her denim-clad arse and flick on the light.

  Moving us towards the bed, Willow’s mouth moves to my neck. She sighs in my ear as she gifts me with wet open-mouthed kisses beneath my ear. Damn. I lower her onto my unmade bed and stand at the foot.

  As if her body is on fire, she tugs at the bottom of her tank top. She arches her back and whips the fabric over her head and across the room. Her bra is loosened and gets flung in the same direction. The tan lines from her triangular bikini highlight the creamy skin of her tits.

  Perfect. Perky. Pink, rosy nipples.

  “Slow down there, tiger,” I say through a chuckle. “I was kinda hoping to take care of undressing you myself.”

  Her blue eyes widen when she takes in my naked form. Her focus centres between my legs. She draws her bottom lip between her teeth. I’m starkers, standing firm with a proud, rock-hard dick. Hard for her.

  On hands and knees I crawl up the bed. Willow scoots back and rests her head on the pillow as I hover over her.

  Positioning my knees either side of her thighs, I undo the button on her shorts. I raise an eyebrow as a silent request for permission. She nods and squirms beneath me, desperate.

  I draw one of her pink buds into my mouth while I lower the zip on her shorts. With a rumble from my throat, I slide my hand over her underwear, and revel in the feeling of finally getting close to her wet heat. Sweet suffering fuck.

  “Ryan,” she begs, tilting her hips off the bed and lowering the material. Greedy girl.

  I shuffle down the bed, taking her shorts and damp black G-st
ring with me.

  And then I notice something.

  She’s waxed. Not a hair on her mound. I feel like breaking out into fucking song, I’m that excited by it.

  I push her knees apart, opening her glistening pussy to me. I dot kisses up her inner thigh, her legs trembling with need as my stubble grazes her soft skin. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she tugs hard. It’s borderline painful, but I fucking love it.

  I lap at her sweet flesh and flick my tongue over her swollen clit. When I draw her clit into my mouth and suck hard, she cries out. I nearly explode all over her.

  Slow down. I wanna remember this. Not because it’ll be a once off, but because it’s the first of many. Until now, I’ve never felt this way.

  Willow wrestles me to her as I climb up her body. I reach into the top drawer for a condom. I’m sure I threw some in here. My hand slides over cool, familiar metal. I bite my tongue from cursing myself for being so careless with my weapon. Should’ve stashed it, knowing the likelihood of having company tonight.

  I sit astride her and roll the condom down my length, gripping the base of my shaft tight. The niggling feeling in my gut tells me that once I’m inside her, I’m giving her something I’ve never given anyone before. The power to weaken me. The power to break me. With these thoughts and the mad hammering of my heart, I’m compelled to ask her once more. There will be no turning back after this.

  Through hooded eyes Willow glances up at me and runs her small hands up my thighs. She grips my hips hard enough that her nails might break skin.

  “If you don’t want it, just say it.” Last chance.

  She sits up and interlocks her fingers behind my neck. “I want you,” she breathes, pulling my lips to hers for a soft kiss. Her words confirm that she’s not just in this for a one-time thing. She wants me.

  Without wasting another second, I move myself between her legs. I guide the tip of my length between her folds, spreading her arousal. So wet. I enter her, only a short way as I adjust. Man, she’s tight.

  “I’m okay,” she says in a soft voice.

  Surely she’s not a virgin?

  Willow sucks in a quick stuttery breath. I ease myself in, thrusting in further each time. Nope, not a virgin, just heavenly tight.

  “Sweet fuckin’ cupcakes, you’re tight,” I growl as I roll my hips into her, driving deeper.

  “God,” she groans, squeezing her thighs around me.

  “It’s Ryan, remember?” I joke.

  She laughs softly. “I’m not made of glass, Ryan,” she mocks.

  Am I treating her like she is? Yeah, Willow is different. She has a face and a name that I wanna remember. Am I turning into some kind of pussy? I wanna fuck her hard enough that she has trouble walking for a week, but it’s not what my head is telling me to do.

  I slide my hand over her stomach and press the pad of my thumb hard on her clit, moving in slow circles. “You want it harder, Blondie? Deeper?” I ask as I continue to pump into her, deeper now. I’ll give her whatever she wants. Fuck, I could lose myself in her.

  “Yes,” she cries out, and her eyes rolls back in her head. “I’m coming … oh.”

  Success.

  I raise her legs and lengthen them in front of my chest. I gently bite her ankle, distracting her before I drive in balls-deep. She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. My grunts grow louder. My balls draw up closer to my body and I grip her hips and slam into her perfectly tight pussy. Each thrust adds to the desperation of my movements until I come so hard it blows my mind. Sex hasn’t felt this good in a long fucking time.

  As my orgasm fades, I lower her legs either side of me. Still inside her, I press my sweaty chest to hers, my heart pounding against her own. Willow crosses her ankles around my arse and wraps her arms around my middle. Her warm hands glide through the sheen of sweat down my back. The closeness between us in this moment is something … else. It’s a different kind of satisfied.

  She moans softly against my lips. “I … just,” she says and gasps for breath.

  I prop myself onto my forearms, and brush the damp tendrils of hair from her forehead. She smiles. It’s beyond beautiful.

  “Incredible?” I take a guess, because that’s the only word that comes to mind. I feel so spaced out right now.

  “Yeah,” she says, on an exhale.

  My dick softens, but I don’t wanna move. Now I’m in, I don’t want space. I want … more. I pull out a short way and then push back in.

  “I could stay in here, you know.”

  She laughs softly and moves a hand to my face, cupping my cheek. My dick returns to normal size.

  “For how long?” she asks.

  “However long you want.”

  “As long as I get to work on time tomorrow, I don’t mind.”

  “Deal. Just give me time to re-group.”

  I kiss her softly and withdraw from her, disposing of the condom in the bathroom. I turn off the light. Willow squeals as I pull her on top of me.

  “Get over here,” I say, all caveman-like and bury my face in the crook of her neck.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  WILLOW

  I had sex. With Mr Sexy Brown-Eyes, no less. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be with someone.

  I’ve never had a physical connection with someone like that. Never has there been such a carnal hunger. When Ryan filled me and thrust in deep, massaging the most intimate parts of me, I swear I nearly blacked out as my body zapped with volts of pleasure. For me, sex has never been like that.

  As I came, my heart was at bursting point, I suspect for more than just physical reasons, although that orgasm … Lying in his arms, my heart-rate has finally slowed down. It’s no longer thumping in my ears and threatening to escape my ribcage. My legs ache, but my body is singing. He’s brought a part of me back to life, like some kind of sexual awakening.

  I learnt a lot about this man today. Inside, I’m busting to talk to Gabs. She’ll die when I tell her that Ryan and I have been together and then she’ll cheer, hug me, and seconds later pump me for information. Because I’m a good friend, I’ll inform her that he’s been blessed with not only a beautiful body, but some impressive equipment, because I know that’ll be her next question.

  And boy, does he know how to use it.

  I swear I nearly choked on my own saliva when he stood at the end of the bed in all his glory.

  Ryan squeezes my shoulder, a silent assurance. With gentle strokes his fingers brush over the top of my thigh, which is hooked over his outstretched legs.

  For the longest time, I haven’t felt this safe … or sated.

  “My legs feel like jelly,” I admit as I make circles with my finger around his pecs muscles.

  “That was entirely my aim.”

  “If I tell you something, will you promise you won’t laugh?” I ask.

  “Course.”

  “That’s the first time I’ve had sex in nearly three years.”

  “Really?”

  “That’s not weird, right?”

  “Not at all.”

  “I’m glad I waited,” I blurt out. A hiccup bursts from my mouth.

  He lets out a hearty chuckle. “You and me both, Blondie.”

  Silence fills the room. It’s not uncomfortable, but it makes me wonder what he’s thinking. I’m so tired, but I’m not quite sure what to do here. Ryan is the second person I’ve slept with. Does he want me to go? Do I ask if it’s okay to sleep here?

  “Why are you tensing up?” His voice jolts me as negativity begins to seep into my thoughts.

  Am I that obvious?

  “Do you want me to go?” I ask.

  He rolls onto his side to face me, hooking my knee over his hip and gripping my arse firmly in his hand.

  “Does it look like I want you to?” His tone carries offence. Great. I’ve upset him.

  “No.”

  “Cause I don’t want you to.”

  “Oh,” I say, my voice quiet.

  “I d
on’t want this to be a one-time thing, Blondie.”

  I’m so relieved to hear him say that. I’ve had a taste of Ryan, and it isn’t enough. “Me either.”

  “Good. Then settle in, ’cause you’re stayin’.”

  “I have an early start, so I’ll have to go home beforehand. Get clean clothes, and—”

  “Shhh. I’m up at the crack of dawn, too. Relax.” His voice is soothing, calm. “Roll over the other way, huh.”

  I snuggle my back into the warmth of his chest, ever aware that his dick is right against my behind. I use his outstretched arm under my head for a cushion. He curls his other arm over my ribcage. The rough calluses of his hand sweep across my chest, until they rest supporting a handful of boob. Best snuggle ever.

  “Let’s get some sleep. I worked my arse off today,” he whispers and kisses the back of my neck.

  “Thank you again,” I say, and raise his hand to my mouth for a kiss before returning it to my boob. Where I like it.

  “Anytime.”

  Not even a minute later, Ryan’s breathing grows heavier until he’s snoring. It’s not loud, but it’s cute. My gentle giant sleeps. He must be exhausted. I have no idea how he achieved so much in less than twelve hours. It would have taken me a week to do all that, and that’s with help.

  I glance around the room as the light from the full moon floods in through the vertical blinds. I rub my cheeks. They’re sore from smiling.

  After a while, I wriggle to lie on my back to cool down, the heat of our bodies so close making me sweat. Ryan groans and reaches over and cups me between my legs. A loud snore rips from his mouth and I try so hard not to giggle. He’s still out to it. His hand doesn’t move; it’s there, almost possessively.

  His touch reminds me of what I’ve been missing. The effect of a simple touch; the embrace of a man and a woman. Sex, for crying out loud. I’ve been missing all the sex.

  The longer his hand is there, the more intense my desire grows. I simply want more. I know he’s asleep, but after so long without this kind of intimacy I feel so needy. It’s so weird. I was being truthful with him when I said I wanted him. I want him inside me, surrounding me. For the longest time, I haven’t wanted something this much.