She laughed mechanically, as if forcing herself to be polite, and opened the door wider for him to enter. Nervous tension radiated from every pore in her body, from the way her eyes darted everywhere but at him to her fidgeting fingers across the crease of her dress. What did she have to be nervous about? This drop-dead gorgeous woman had a killer wit and could get a monk to converse and enjoy it! Her age made her even more beautiful to him, and her experience and confidence made him want to run back out the front door and wait another thirty minutes—at least until his palms stopped sweating like a freaking seventeen-year-old’s. God, the things this woman did to him.
“How was your day?” She attempted safe but polite conversation.
His day? Should he tell her he went home and jacked off three times before coming because he couldn’t get her out of his mind—and he didn’t want to come two minutes into having sex with her. Maybe he shouldn’t say that. He needed to keep it safe, too. Awkward, but safe. “My day was fantastic. A beautiful woman agreed to go out with me tonight, and all I could think of was I couldn’t find a pair of matching socks.” He hiked up his pant legs to show her the navy-blue left foot and his cartoon character-clad right foot.
“Snoopy?” She giggled, and her eyes crinkled with humor. If Shay could see herself, she would probably make another of her “I’m too old” comments, but Ryan knew she had never looked younger or more beautiful. Laugh lines accentuated her perfection. He wiggled his Snoopy foot so he could see her face light up again—at him. With him.
After that, things got less tense. They went out for sushi and chuckled over dumb puns with sushi ingredients. “How’s it rolling?”
“No more Mr. Rice guy.”
“You make miso happy.”
“Never let you, gyoza.”
They enjoyed each other’s company, even the relaxed, quiet moments while he drove her back to her place.
Her nervous tension came back full force as soon as she got to her front door.
“Listen, you don’t have to invite me in if this isn’t the right timing,” he said, giving her an out. “I’ve got to get up early anyway.”
She stood with her back to him, as if analyzing the perfect way to fit her key into the lock.
Yeah, he should be a gentleman and call it a night. She wasn’t ready. “Thanks for going to dinner with me. I’ll never look at ginger root or sticky rice the same way.” He leaned toward her when she turned, ready to give her a chaste kiss on her cheek.
She yanked him toward her, shoving the front door open, kissing him like she was starving and he was the decadent chocolate cake they had shared earlier. “Take your pants off and sit on the couch,” she said, breathless.
His head still reeled from that amazing kiss. “Are you sure—”
She slammed the front door, shoving him backward until he fell onto the couch.
“Pants down. Now,” she growled, and his heart almost beat out of his chest. His cock surged to life.
He had barely gotten his pants down to his knees when she knelt before him and took him into her mouth. “Oh Christ.” Her warm, wet mouth sucked him, and her tongue did the most amazing thing along the ridge of his head. His eyes almost rolled back as he groaned. The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room.
It didn’t take long before he knew he couldn’t take much more. “I’m close,” he grunted through pursed lips, clenching his fists as tightly as he could.
“Time to take a breather.” She took her perfect lips off him and gazed up at him with a seductive grin, her eyes flashing with desire.
He couldn’t stop his anguished moan. God. He had been so close. But the way she looked at him right now… This sexy woman, on her knees giving him the best blow job of his life, had needs. And she wasn’t asking politely. She was demanding he satisfy them. And damn, it turned him on.
She inched up her dress and gave him a full view of her shaved pussy. Her nether lips were wet and her clit engorged and plump, all for him. “Touch me.” She leaned back onto the coffee table and opened her legs wide.
He had never been more turned on in his life. He ran his finger along her wet folds and tickled over her clit.
“Oh my God, right there. Do it again.”
He vibrated his finger against her engorged button, enjoying watching her tense and relax as her face turned the most brilliant shade of red. “May I taste you?”
Her answer came in the form of her grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him down to her wet pussy. Yeah, Max the military hero had razzed him a number of times about his hair being a bit too long—longer than Max’s crew cut anyway, with a few loose curls on the ends— but after this, he’d keep it. Shay’s grip was strong as she guided him down to her sweet spot and he licked her swollen nether lips. Her honey danced on his tongue, and she moaned and gripped him tighter as he stroked and licked and teased her clit. His scalp was on fire where she frantically squeezed, her body tensing underneath him. He was never cutting his hair.
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Holy crap, the man could do things with his tongue! She alternated between holding onto his hair and the edge of the coffee table to get a better angle to his hot mouth. He pulsed another rapid breath onto her clit right before his tongue dove into her pussy, and she almost broke the table with her wild undulations. “Hold on.”
He stopped and looked up at her through a heavy-lidded gaze.
“Bedroom. The mattress is much better for my back, and your knees have got to be getting rubbed raw.”
He helped her to her feet, and she yanked him along the too-long hallway and into her dark room.
“Take off your pants and lie on your back.” She wrenched off her dress while he shucked his lower clothes and did as she requested, hands at his sides, relaxed, as if awaiting her next direction.
Roger had never taken direction in the bedroom. And he’d never given her a real orgasm either. It had always been about him.
Well, tonight was about both of them. She and Ryan would both be getting what they wanted tonight. And, thanks to his more-than-accommodating nature, she planned on rewarding him handsomely.
“I’d like to continue where we left off.” Part question, part statement.
He nodded vigorously and licked his swollen lips.
Placing both legs around him, she knelt and rubbed her wet pussy all over his bare chest and took his cock into her mouth. It seemed to grow even larger as she sucked and laved while he groaned and tugged her hips back to meet his mouth.
His warm mouth and firm tongue drove her crazy again, as they gave each other the best they could offer. She could tell when he was about to come. His whole body tensed beneath her, and he let out a long hiss and pulled her away from his thick cock.
“Wait,” he said, his breath hot and heavy against her clit. “You first.”
Then, without asking, he dove back into her pussy while tickling her throbbing clit. She humped his face, screaming in sheer bliss as she came. Holy cow! Her BOB had never given her an orgasm like that. She was pretty sure she had drenched his face, and was about to pull away when he yanked her back down onto his mouth again.
“Once more.” His breath was ragged and deep and husky, vibrating against her poor swollen clit, and she wasn’t sure she could come again so soon. But she did when he took her whole pussy into his mouth and sucked. Hard.
She shrieked and thrashed, and her body exploded as pleasure coursed through every inch of her. When she finally came back down to earth, she sagged on top of him, her face right next to his penis. “Th-that was incredible. Thank you.” She licked the tip of his penis and watched it jerk back to life. Sitting on his warm, bare stomach, she engulfed his head, licking and sucking.
“Let me know before you get to your end again. I want to draw this out for you.”
He groaned and gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she licked his throbbing cock.
“Trust me, baby. It will be so much better this way,” she cooed, and popped her mouth back on an
d off his raging-hard cock. She licked a drop of pre-cum, and swallowed it. So salty and tangy. Delicious. She loved feeling like this. Empowered, strong, beautiful. This man wanted her. His body said it all.
God, Shay, I’m close.” He groaned and fisted the covers as he tilted his pelvis up and down on the bed.
She pulled off him and reached for her nightstand to take out the pack of condoms. She had to get past her BOB and a couple of other toys first. Hallelujah! “Here.” She handed him the condom and watched him tear open the package and don it. “May I ride you, Ryan? Hard? Fast?”
His eyes glazed with lust and need as he nodded his head. “It’s your show, woman. Tell me where you want me.”
“Right there. Don’t move an inch. And don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
His surprise morphed into humor as he winked at her and placed his hands behind his head. “I’ll do my best.”
She swung herself around, straddled his hips, and lined his cock up. God, she needed him right now. She inched herself down little by little onto his hardness. The man was built like a god. His muscles gleamed in the light of the lamp, and his face showed eagerness, lust, disappointment she was going so slowly… Shay wanted to impale herself on him, but the heady power she felt right now—watching him groan, practically begging for more—aroused her more than ever. Deep satisfaction engulfed her scorching body when she seated herself fully onto him.
He closed his eyes as she rode his cock with short, fast motions followed by long, smooth ones.
“Look at me,” she commanded. “I want to see myself through your gaze.”
What she saw when his eyes flashed open almost sent her into another orgasm. This younger man, with the body of a Greek god, wasn’t just looking at her. He devoured her with his gaze. She saw sexual acceptance, but also an almost reverence. Those bright, shining wide brown eyes worshipped her naked form as if she were the most beautiful sight in the world, as she took what she wanted from him. That look, along with her final tight plunge sent her world into overdrive again.
“God, Shay. I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Hold it,” she grunted as she flew apart around his cock, withdrawing almost all the way as he moaned again and his hands fisted the comforter, sweat pouring down his forehead.
She sank back down onto him and twirled around his penis, taking his balls into her palm and gently squeezing and fondling. “Now you may come.” She gave him another, tighter squeeze and shimmied around his cock, and he exploded with a loud shout, almost deafening her.
Seeing him lose control like this shattered her again, and she contracted her vaginal walls right along with his hard thrusts before falling to the bed next to him. “Was it worth waiting for?” she asked, still slowing her labored breaths.
When he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his eyes shone. “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before.”
They lay there spooning each other, the room quiet except for their breath and the sheets rustling. “A little experience goes a long way. When you get to be my age…” She trailed off, the awkwardness settling into her stomach, souring it.
“It’s okay, Shay.” He kissed her and gave her a warm hug. “We can take it slower if you want.”
She nodded, thankful he was always so gracious about everything. “Listen, I hope I don’t sound like an ass, but I need some time to decompress and process. Are you okay with me giving you another hug, and then walking you to the door and saying I’ll see you tomorrow?” She did feel like a jerk, but Ryan had been honest with her from the get-go and said she should do the same. She needed some space to think for a bit, and as intimate as tonight had been, sleeping over would be a bit too intimate. She wasn’t ready.
He rose to get dressed. “I understand, Shay. Take your time and process as much as you need.” He kissed her again, and her lips tingled from the touch.
She was such an asshole. She didn’t deserve someone as kind as Ryan. She wrapped her robe around her still-sweaty and wonderfully sticky body and walked him to the door. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’m not confusing you or sending you weird signals—”
“Woman.” He placed his pointer finger in front of her open mouth. She could smell her essence on his finger as he stroked her cheek and gazed at her warmly. “I appreciate your honesty. There are no weird signals.”
“We’re feeling each other out to see if we can fit, right?” She leaned against his open palm, thankful for his easygoing nature.
“Exactly. Just keep talking to me, and we’ll be fine.” He leaned close and paused, his lips an inch from hers, eyebrows raised in question.
Nodding, she pressed her lips against his, tasting her own saltiness mixed with his. “Thanks. Good night.”
“Get some rest. You have a double workout tomorrow, and your trainer doesn’t accept slacking.” He winked before letting himself out the front door.
She couldn’t help the laugh bubbling out of her. He wasn’t a stern, dominating, aggressive-stanced man, like Max. And he wasn’t the jerk her husband had become. But Ryan was going to give her a run for it. And she wasn’t just talking about the upcoming race.
She slept that night remembering all the wonderful things Ryan had done to her body, and the things she had done and would still love to do, to his. Instead of worrying about what they didn’t have in common, she let it go for the night. It was her best sleep in a long time.
Chapter Three
Holy crap, the past month had been amazing, and Ryan couldn’t remember a time he had been happier. If he was one of those caveman types, he’d be beating his chest and giving loud bellows of joy and pride. “Yeah, suckers, she’s mine!” If he were a wolf, he’d mark her in every way possible and leave his scent all over her, erasing all doubt to her, him, or anyone within a fifty-mile radius—hands off, she belongs to me. He rubbed his sore shoulder where Shay had bitten him last night.
She’d bitten him! Talk about marking territory. Maybe he wasn’t meant to do the caveman, wolf marking stuff, but he didn’t care. Shaylee Markle had chosen him. They fit together so well. Not in the yin-yang way, where opposites attract and offset the extreme differences, making a completed puzzle. But more like two slightly different items, great alone, but mixed together…a masterpiece. Chocolate and peanut butter. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Brown sugar and sweet potatoes. Caramel and chocolate. Salt and pretzels. Maybe he was hungry. All his love anecdotes revolved around food. Luckily, Shay would be feeding him again. The woman made a killer lasagna. Another great mixture—noodles, cheese, ground beef, and sauce. Great. He was comparing the woman he loved to ricotta. She might bite him again.
“Right on time.” She flung the door open, smiling. “What’s going on? Are you plotting something again?”
He kissed her and pulled her in for a hug, inhaling the wonderful combination of her floral presence, oregano, and fresh bread. She wore a cute, red polka-dot dress that cinched right below her breasts, accentuating her curves, and her hair was pulled back in a lopsided half-ponytail—the kind she wore when she threw it out of her way at the last second for cooking or taking a shower. She would be gorgeous wearing anything, or nothing at all. The way her emotions so easily showed in her eyes and the special curving of her firm lips… He could read Shay’s expressions so easily. And her heart was glowing so brightly a blind man could see. “Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thanks.” She shut the door behind them. “Lasagna still has another twenty minutes. How about a few minutes of me thanking you properly for all you’ve done for me?” She led him to the couch and gazed up at him from beneath her dark eyelashes, biting her lower lip before giving him a playful, almost secretive, smile. “Have a seat, and I’ll do the rest.”
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked as she knelt before him and opened his zipper, releasing his already-hard cock.
Her eyes blazed with heat, and she licked her lips. “Hell, yeah, I’m hungry. Now, hold still so I can do naughty t
hings that will make your head spin.”
“I’m not too worried about my head right now.” He groaned when she licked the base of his hard penis and took all of him into her mouth. “God. I don’t even remember my name with you doing that.”
“You’ll remember mine.” She growled, a husky tone to her voice. “Shaylee Markle.” She sucked him hard and popped off again. “The woman who’s going to give you the best blow job of your life. Say it.” She took him deep in her throat and did the most amazing thing with her tongue, before pulling off again. “Say my name.”
“Holy shit, Shay.” He fisted the edge of the couch as she engulfed him with her tight throat, her mouth so hot and wet. “Shaylee, God.” He felt like a teenager again, ready to blow his load in one-minute flat. But that’s what this treasure of a woman did to him.
Her blonde head bobbing up and down, she looked him in the eye while giving him the best mouth fucking of his entire life. The little swirl of her tongue, combined with the tight heat and the way her lips worked him over; he wouldn’t last much longer.
She released him with a loud pop and gave him a heated look that scorched him, her eyes molten with lust and power. Licking him from base to tip, she grinned lasciviously up at him. “I can tell you’re holding off.” She licked him again and swirled her tongue around his head. “Don’t.” Another lick. “I want you to come in my mouth, down my throat. I want to swallow every last drop so you can mark me from the inside as yours. Want to mark me, baby?”
When she sucked all of him so far, her cheeks bulged and her eyes watered, he came. He bellowed and rocked his hips against her as his balls tightened and his whole body went into a frenzy. The gorgeous woman on her knees in front of him took every last drop he exploded into her. Her eyes wide, she mewled as he gripped her hair in his fists and plunged as deep as he could, shouting her name loud enough to let everyone within a mile know—she was his! His body shook and trembled, his cock raging within her tight lips, releasing everything as he accepted the beauty of the moment. And she kept to her word, swallowing everything he gave her.
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