by Amy Brent
“I didn’t know you were a documentary buff,” I said.
“I love them, but I can never find anyone to watch them with. Do you watch them?”
“All the time,” I said. “I just watched that one on home births versus hospital births.”
“I saw that on Netflix. This one’s good too. Really good in fact. I keep telling myself to watch it again whenever I get the time, but I haven’t yet.”
“Well, you have the time now,” I said. “Want me to grab us some plates?”
“Plates?” she asked as she flipped open the pizza box. “What are we, fifty?”
She winked at me as a chuckle fell from my lips. Kylie fell to the couch with a slice in her hand and an open beer in the other. She really was an iconic woman. Her hair tousled and her breasts flopping around and her legs uncovered and barren. She didn’t have a care in the world, and she looked breathtaking in the moment. I opened my bottle of water and sat beside her, then reached for a slice as we started to watch some documentary on American politics.
It really was an interesting watch.
Kylie was wholly focused on it, and sometimes she’d interject with knowledge of politics that greatly astounded me. I considered myself brushed up on the ideas of economics and business in regard to how our governmental system worked, but Kylie knew much more than even my mind had acquired over the years.
“You know you’re distracting me, right?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” Kylie asked. “I’m just sitting here.”
“You’re sitting there and interjecting with all these little tidbits that make me want to look at you. You’re distracting me.”
“Then I’ll stop talking.”
“That won’t help,” I said.
“Then what will help, you crotchety old man?”
I reached over for her body and pulled her into my lap, my hands caressing her curves. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t make a move to get off me. I rounded my hands over her ass and pulled her closer to me, listening as a light sigh fell from her lips.
“What’ll help is getting rid of these clothes,” I said. “They’re very distracting on your body.”
Kylie bite down on her lower lip, and I snapped. Fucking hell, this woman was beautiful. She was intelligent beyond all reason and had curves my cock could no longer ignore. I slid my hands up her back as her forehead fell to mine, and soon the pizza and the documentary were long forgotten about.
Her lips fell to mine and I sucked on that precious lower lip, feeling her grind herself into my growing dick.
I had to have her. I had to feel her. I had to make her mine again.
Kylie
I moaned when his teeth stroked my lower lip. My body was instantly set on fire as his hands meandered underneath my shirt. I rid him of his clothes as quickly as I could, undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding everything off his shoulders. I ripped his undershirt over his head before he pulled my tank top over mine. But before I could fall to his body, his lips wrapped around my pert nipples, suckling on them, causing painful peaks to rise as his free arm wrapped around my body.
“Oh shit, Ryan,” I said with a groan. “That tongue.”
I bent backward in his lap, feeling his arm support my body weight. I ground myself into him as his teeth raked across my skin. I felt him growing harder against my clothed pussy. I felt his body yielding to mine as he strengthened his hold on me. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged him closer to my bosom, and he moved with me, stood to his feet and carried me to my room as I wrapped my legs around him. The documentary droned on in the background as he walked me into the darkness, then dropped me onto the bed.
My body bounced for his viewing pleasure as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes.
Ryan’s entire body shone for me as he stalked onto my bed. Movement by movement, inch by inch, he crawled between my legs and kissed up my stomach.
“I need you,” I said breathlessly.
He hovered over my body, supporting himself on his hands as his cock dripped onto my stomach. A stream leaked from the tip of his dick and dropped onto my skin, and something inside me flipped. I reached down and ran my finger through the precum on my skin and brought it to my lips. I painted them with it, coated them in his gloss as his eyes stared at me with a devilish want.
I hummed with delight as my tongue darted out to lick him off my lips, and he crashed back down to me.
His body fell to mine and his hips rolled back. Our tongues did battle, shivering my body as heat sparked in my toes. With one smooth motion, his cock entered me, pushed deep into the caverns of my pussy and quaked me against his form. I whimpered into his lips, felt mine swelling at his assault as he pressed harder against my face. He groaned, growled, pulsed against my walls until his hips seated against mine.
Then he parted my pussy folds and placed his trimmed curls against my throbbing clit.
“Oh no,” I said. “Ryan, I-I…”
He rocked deeply into me and my head fell back onto the pillow. Every motion he made smoothed against my aching clit. His hands pinned down my wrists above my head. He stared at me from his perch as he swiveled his hips. My legs jolted with electricity and my mind raced with pleasure. My jaw quivered and my eyes fluttered closed as he stroked every part of me. I bucked into him. I planted my heels on the bed. I rose to meet his thrusts as he chuckled down at me, watching me lose control of my faculties.
“Yes. Right there. Ryan, it’s there. I’m so close. So close. Just a little…more…”
But he backed away from me before I got there, and I let out a shuddered sigh.
“Oh no,” I said in a whisper.
I opened my eyes just as he captured my lips, his nose nuzzling against mine.
“Oh yes,” he said darkly.
He rolled us over and planted my body on top of his. He rolled my hips the way he wanted while his thumb toggled with my clit. I planted my hands on his chest, keeping myself upright as he played with my body. He squeezed my tits and tugged at my nipples, kissed my hands as he pulled them from the muscles of his broad form. I jolted as he circled my clit. I felt myself unraveling against him. My pussy fluttered and my legs jumped, my entire body plummeting to his.
“Please, Ryan. Let me come. It feels… You feel…”
And again, he backed off.
“No, Ryan. Why?” I asked with a whimper.
All he did was kiss my trembling lips softly.
He rolled me back over and tossed my leg over his shoulder. His hands fisted my hips, pulling me into him and fucking his cock with my body. I arched my back and squeezed my breasts, trying to relieve their ache any way I could. His grunts were intoxicating. I felt drunk on his touch. His hips snapped against mine and my toes curled, feeling him stroke me deeper and deeper. He grabbed my other leg and tossed it over his body. Then he bent me in half and slid against that incredible spot.
“Oh, Ryan! Yes!”
I cried out his name as stars burst in my vision, my body filled with a heat I couldn’t abate. I wrapped my arms around his forearms as he pounded into me. My heart raced. My blood pressure skyrocketed. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t catch my breath. His eyes never left mine as he watched my face contort and my lips pucker. Watched me gasp for release.
“Ryan, I beg you. Let me come. Just once. Please. Please?”
A tireless grin broke out on his face as my body coiled up again. I needed it more than I needed life. Or water. Or air. Or work. I needed to come more than I needed purpose or direction. I needed Ryan to give it to me more than I needed anything else in the entire world.
There was only him, only Ryan in that very moment.
“Please,” I choked out. “Don’t take this from me.”
He stilled his hips and dipped his lips to mine before sliding out of me. I whimpered and banged my fists against the bed as beads of sweat accumulated on my body. I was vibrating with nowhere to go. I needed to move but didn’t have the strength. I wanted to pin him to
the wall and grind into his body until I sought my release, but I wanted him to give it to me willingly, in all the ways I knew he could.
He picked me up, then sat on the edge of the bed. He situated me onto his cock and slid me down, filling my body as I collapsed against him. My face pressed into the crook of his neck, kissing him and nibbling at him as my arms snaked around his neck. He held me close to him as he swirled his hips, filling me and stroking me and shooting surges of power through my veins. My toes curled. My teeth dug into his shoulder. All I could think about was him. All I knew was him. All I smelled was him. Ryan, with his perfect body and his perfect words and his beautiful sounds and his lovely eyes and his strong arms.
“Come with me,” I said in a whisper.
And with relief, I felt him nod.
He rolled his hips deeply into my body, sinking his cock deeper than any man had ever gone before. I groaned and gasped, no longer holding back my sounds. I dug my hands into his back. I clung to him for dear life. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me as my tits bounced against his chest. I kissed every part of him I could access. His shoulders. His cheeks. His neck. His pulsing vein. His nose and his forehead and the shell of his ear.
I rose up just enough to capture his lips, and I felt his hips beginning to stutter.
“Come with me,” Ryan said. “Do it, Kylie. Let me feel you.”
I ground against him, feeling my clit poke out from underneath its fleshy hood to seek what it so desperately wanted.
“Ryan, yes. I’ll come with you. I’ll come with you. It’s happening. Shit, Ryan. Yes, oh…I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming, Ryan! I’m com—!”
Instead of throwing my head back and tossing myself off the cliff, I curled into him, caved into his body. His arms cloaked my back and held me close as my pussy milked him for all he was worth. His cum painted my throbbing walls as he pulsed and grew with my ministrations. I cried out into his neck, cursing and moaning his name. My muscles contracted so much my bones ached. My body hummed with so much pleasure my head felt light. The room tilted and my nails dug into his skin, and for a moment I thought I was going to collapse, pass out, go dark, right there in his lap.
“Kylie,” Ryan said with a grunt. “So perfect.”
I went weak in his arms as he turned us around and lay down in my bed.
His cock stayed sheathed in me as the sweat on our bodies dried. I nuzzled my nose against his carotid artery, feeling his pulse through his neck. His arms never once left my body. He kept me as close as he could for as long as he could. I felt our intermingled juices dripping from my body, spilling onto his and making its way down his thighs. But not once did he move. Not once did he let me go.
It wasn’t until I moved to fall off to the side that he shifted with me.
His cock slid out as I situated myself in his arms, reaching down for my comforter. I pulled it over our bodies as my television continued to drone on in the other room. I didn't care about it. I didn’t care about the pizza we hardly touched. I didn’t even care about what the next morning would bring. All I cared about was allowing the sun to give Ryan and me another chance at a refreshing day.
Another chance at a next morning.
I tilted my head to look into his eyes and found him smiling at me. Gone was the devilish grin and the mischievous stare, and in its place was the soft, sensual man I’d come to know as Ryan Tucker. A man who, by all accounts, was very much like me. A loner. A documentary lover. Methodical in his ways and logical in his movements. Organized and driven, but not by money or creative muses. Driven by a want to succeed, a want to make his life worth something.
Like me.
My eyes felt heavy and they fluttered closed without a second thought. I felt Ryan press his lips to my forehead, and it caused me to move closer to him. He held me against his body, against his rippling muscles and his salty skin. I wanted to wake up to him. I didn’t want to wake up to another empty bed again.
“Stay with me until morning?” I asked.
Ryan’s hand began to stroke my back as his leg slid between mine.
“You didn’t have a choice,” he said.
And it was the first time that having a choice taken away from me brought a smile to my lips. It felt wonderful to fall asleep next to Ryan.
I figured I could get used to it, if I wanted to.
Ryan
Waking up with Kylie in my arms shot a thrill through my veins I couldn't explain. And watching her wake up and look at me with that sleepy smile of hers sent my heart fluttering in my chest. She was beautiful, a vision draped in nothing but a sheet. I pulled her close to me and she giggled, climbing onto my body as I settled my back onto her bed.
“Let’s go get some breakfast,” she said. “I didn’t eat a lot of dinner last night.”
“I did,” I said with a wink. “But I did work up an appetite before I fell asleep.”
She giggled and slid off me before her body came into view. Her mangled hair got thrown up into a bun before she stretched her arms to the sky. I watched every part of her body elongate as she stood on her tiptoes. I took in the slope of her back and the thickness of her ass, the beauty of her legs and the length of her neck. Kylie was breathtaking, and I wanted to reach for her and pull her back into bed.
But she made her way over to her closet and started riffling through her clothes.
I got up and put on my suit. Then the two of us headed out. Neither of us had taken the time to clean up, which made it seem a little more domestic. I ushered her into my car and took her across town to one of my favorite places. It had everything anyone could ever want to have for breakfast, and when we sat down, I promptly ordered us some juice and coffee.
One question, however, kept rolling around in my mind. I couldn't contain it any longer.
“What does this mean for us?” I asked.
Our drinks touched down in front of us as Kylie stared at me. The voice of the waitress shocked her from her trance, and then the two of us ordered. For her, the french toast with bacon and a fruit salad. For myself, three scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, along with a fruit salad and fresh vegetables to pour over my eggs.
“What do you mean ‘for us’?” Kylie asked.
She poured creamer into her coffee before stirring it around, and I saw that my question had set her on edge.
“I know where I stand with all this,” I said. “I made it very clear. I want to be around you. I want to be with you, Kylie. And I want to know if you want to be with me. Because if you do, then that’s fantastic. You’ll never want for anything ever again. But if you don’t, I need to know. I do deserve that.”
“I thought you said you were going to give me time to sift through all this.”
“I have. I’ve given you almost a week. But I can’t keep working beside you and gravitating toward you without knowing where we stand. Do you want to be with me?”
“It isn’t that simple, Ryan.”
“It is. I know you’re hurting, and I know a part of you still loves Adam, but can you put your feelings aside for him and look toward a future with me? Or is that not possible?”
“A future?” she asked. “You want me to make that decision now? I need time to think about this, Ryan. We’re talking about four years of history gone in the blink of an eye.”
“I can give you another week,” I said. “But after that, I need an answer.”
“And you think an ultimatum is going to fix this?”
“I’m not like the guys you know, Kylie. That’s why you gravitate to me. You know I can provide for you what they can’t, and you enjoy that. There’s nothing wrong with that either, because I want to give it to you. I want to give you all the things they never could. I want them as well. I want a wife. I want a house. I want a family and holidays and big Saturday dinners.”
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“But I’m older. I’m more mature. And I don’t play these games. I know what I want, and I go after it with my entire
heart.”
“I’m not playing a game with you, Ryan. This isn’t a game to me.”
“I feel like I’m in a game, and I don’t like that.”
“Well, I don’t like being fed ultimatums by my ex-boyfriend’s father who I happen to be screwing around with,” she said.
My back stiffened and I drew in a deep breath. This was not how I had seen this conversation going.
“I’m sorry. I just… Ryan, I get where you’re coming from, but ultimatums aren’t going to work just like Adam’s wishy-washy nature didn’t work. I work on deadlines, but not ultimatums.”
“Then you have one week to turn in your answer to me,” I said.
She shook her head before she got up from her chair.
“Kylie, if you would let me in and talk to me—”
“I let you in last night,” she said flatly. “I asked you to stay with me, to be with me. And this is what it got me.”
She picked up her juice and chugged it down before she set the glass down a little too hard.
“Enjoy your breakfast.”
I watched her walk away as she left the restaurant. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair as the waitress set our food on the table. I gazed out the window, watching from my perch as Kylie dumped herself out onto the curb. She crossed her arms over her chest before hailing a cab, and before she got in, she wiped her face off onto her shirt.
She was crying.
I’d taken the woman I cared for and made her cry.
I bit down on my lower lip and shook my head. Fuck. I was no better than Adam at that moment. I hadn’t meant to sound cruel or demanding, but I also wasn’t a child. I wasn't Adam. She didn’t have to treat me with kid gloves. If she didn’t want me, all she had to do was say so. If she didn’t want to be with me, it was no skin off my back.
Well, it was, but I wouldn't show her that.
She also couldn't close me out. If we were going to make this work, then she had to let me in—even when it wasn’t convenient for her. She had to clue me in and talk to me about how she was feeling, even if it didn’t paint us in the best light. Maybe that was her fear. Maybe she felt if she told me how she was feeling in the moment, it would cause me to back away. And maybe my son operated like that. Maybe she’d had to play that game with Adam. But she didn’t have to play it with me.
