Release (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “I have, haven’t I? I should get some sort of reward or something, don’t you think?”

  “Yes, because you surviving without sex for a whole three days must’ve been excruciating.” She took another bite of her pizza slice.

  “It is excruciating…especially when I could be fucking the hottest woman in Manhattan…not to mention the woman I love. The fact that they’re both one and the same, makes it even harder…if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  She smiled at his double entendre. “Poor baby…you’ve been taking such good care of me.”

  She put her slice down, and got on her knees in front of him, moving herself into position between his legs.

  “Mmm. What’s this?” he murmured.

  “Your reward.”

  She watched his eyes glitter while she undid the belt on his slacks, then slowly lowered the zipper and pulled his pants down over his hips.

  He let out a sigh. “Baby, don’t get me wrong. I absolutely do not want you to stop, but you really don’t have to do this if you’re not feeling…”

  His sentence trailed off into a garbled moan, as she reached into his boxer briefs and pulled out his very hard cock. God, he was a beautifully formed man. So long and thick.

  She licked her lips.

  She reached out and took the pizza slice from him, anticipating it was going to slip from his hand momentarily.

  Once she put it on the coffee table with hers, he buried his hands into her hair, and kissed her aggressively. His tongue plundered and dipped, licked and sucked. When he finally began nibbling on her lower lip, she pulled back, gave him a sultry look, then leaned down and licked his entire length.

  He let out a controlled breath.

  They continued looking at each other, as she licked up the length, then reached her hand in to stroke at his sac.

  “God, Ryann,” he whispered. “I need to see my dick in that gorgeous mouth of yours...don’t make me wait much longer.”

  She smiled and ran her teeth up the length of his shaft, then while looking him in the eye, wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

  He was breathing heavily, letting out incoherent moans, and gripping her hair.

  “I love when you fuck me with your mouth. It feels fucking amazing…God, baby.”

  She made an ‘mmm’ sound, as if she was enjoying a scrumptious treat, letting the vibrations run over his tip and his shaft, as she swallowed more of him into her mouth, her tongue undulating along the sides.

  He was groaning in earnest now, watching her mouth, while she was watching his eyes.

  She reached her hand down to the base, and fisted him, moving him up and down into her mouth while she sucked. She was so turned on knowing that she could bring him such pleasure.

  “Fuck, Ryann…I’m going to make you come so bad after this, baby. I don’t care if you have your period…Aahh, God…that’s it…Aahh…I’m gonna come, baby.” He was trying to give her ample opportunity to pull away, but she held on fast and sucked for all she was worth.

  And then he exploded into her mouth, grunting through his teeth. She kept sucking and swallowing, and he kept yelling…until he was completely spent.

  His hands were still in her hair, now massaging her scalp, easing the pain he may have caused when he was gripping it. But she thought it felt incredible. She adored it when he loved her freely, without worry, and surprisingly, she loved the small bite of pain that always accompanied their lovemaking. She never wanted him to hold back.

  She looked at him with a satisfied smile on her face, and licked the final remnants of his ejaculate off the tip, watching his overly sensitive cock jump when she did so.

  “Come here,” he demanded and dragged her up his body, then devoured her mouth, eating and sucking at her, tasting him on her lips.

  “I’m going to fuck you senseless tomorrow night, woman. You better be prepared, because when your period is over, I’m going to go at you for hours. You won’t be able to walk for days.”

  She bit her lip. “Promises, promises,” she whispered against his lips.

  “Oh, you better believe it… until then, take off your panties.”

  She paused.

  “Are you wearing a tampon?”

  She nodded.

  “Then take off your panties, and turn around.”

  She was still wearing her long flowy skirt, along with the tank top she wore to work.

  She faced him and reached under her skirt, and pulled down her panties, then turned her back to him, wondering what he was going to do. She could hear him moving slightly on the sofa. Her heart rate accelerated. She had never had an orgasm while she had her period, and wasn’t sure about this.

  He reached out his hand and rested it on her butt. “Come back here and sit between my legs, baby.”

  She sat down between his legs, and he pulled her back onto his chest.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded. “I’ve just never…done this while having my period.”

  He nuzzled the side of her face. “Well, just for the record, I’ve never done this either. But I want to make you feel good. And I don’t see why I shouldn’t.” He moved the hair away from her neck and sucked there. “Will you let me make you feel good, baby?” he whispered in a sexy challenge.

  She breathed out a “Yeah.”

  “Lean forward, baby.”

  She did, and he pulled her tank top up over her head, then he unclasped her bra and took that off, as well. He began to massage her back, her shoulders, her neck.

  “You spoil me, Jeremy,” she moaned.

  “You like that?” He bit softly at her neck, and she let out a soft gasp as goose bumps raised on her flesh.

  His hands went down her arms and pulled her back against his chest, placing her hands next to his legs on the sofa. Then he reached his arms over hers, trapping her arms, while he began to touch her breasts.

  Her head fell back on his chest, and she let herself drift on the erotic sensations coursing through her body. She was so turned on, and knew if she hadn’t been wearing a tampon, she would feel the wetness from her arousal. She liked it when he didn’t let her move...it made the experience feel dark and dangerous.

  “I love touching you. I love watching you get excited,” he said quietly. He lightly pinched her nipples, and began pulling them gently out from her body. “Are they sore? Does this hurt?”

  “No,” she breathed.

  “I love your tits…you hate that word…sorry. You have gorgeous breasts,” he whispered in her ear. “They’re so responsive.”

  She whimpered. “It’s okay. For some reason when you say it, it sounds sexy.”

  “Hmm. Good to know.” He continued his soft pinches. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered. He pinched them again, pulling them away from her body, then released them, only to start all over again.

  “Yes. I love how you touch me,” she whispered back, squirming in her seat.

  “Open your legs for me, baby.” He helped her by spreading her knees, and draping each of her legs over his own, opening her wide, moving her skirt up to pool in her lap. While one hand played with a nipple, the other one dipped between her legs, and found her nub.

  “How’s this?” he murmured.

  “Mmm,” she sighed.

  He licked his finger, then returned it to her clit.

  “I love listening to the sounds you make. When your voice catches...when you moan...whimper...scream...I love them all. You’re going to come for me,” he said nuzzling her neck some more. He sandwiched her swollen nub between his two fingers and began massaging it, lightly abrading it.

  Over and over, he kept rubbing her, all while his other hand continued to tease her breasts. Every once in a while, he would run his thumb nail lightly over her clit, and she would jump from the sensation. Her breath began to catch in her throat, as little gasps escaped.

  Her head was beginning to thrash on his chest, as she approached the edge of reason. He sucked a
t her neck, pulling at her nipple and building up his tempo at her clit to match the one playing with her breasts.

  “That’s it, Ryann. I want you to let go when you’re ready...I love hearing you come.” He pinched her clit when he said that, and she gasped loudly, moving her hips, grinding them into his fingers reaching higher and higher.

  “Jeremy…” she whimpered.

  “That’s it, baby. All the way…all the way, honey.”

  He stopped massaging her, and started quickly running the pads of his calloused fingers over the stimulated swollen bundle of nerves, faster and faster, causing her to stiffen her legs and strain for her release.

  “Ahh, Jeremy…”

  “Now, baby…Come for me...”

  He ground his fingers on her clit, pinching and stretching it, while pinching and pulling at her nipple, and she screamed, trying to move her hands. The sensation of being trapped, only added to the toe curling orgasm as it burst through her. She was at his mercy, and he wasn’t taking prisoners…just carrying her through her entire journey of pleasure to its completion.

  She was gasping for breath, and he held her tightly to him until the end. She was thankful, because she had felt as if she had fallen apart.

  As she calmed her breathing, she rolled her head on his chest, then looked over her shoulder at him.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me, Mr. McCallister.”

  “Was that good for you?” he asked with a cocky grin.

  “You know it was,” she sighed, and allowed herself to drift for a while. “You’re an incredibly sexy man, Jeremy. I didn’t think I would be able to…come. But once again, you proved me wrong,” she murmured, content.

  “I want you all the time, baby. If I could make you come several times a day, I would,” he purred in her ear, then gripped her earlobe with his teeth.

  “Mmm, that would be very nice. But I think I may need to use the bathroom.”

  “Does that mean I need to let you go?”

  She laughed back. “Yes, it does.”

  He held her for a second more. “Don’t put your top back on. I want to see you walk around my place topless. It’s one of my fantasies.”

  “You have a lot of fantasies, sir.”

  “You have no idea. And calling me sir is another one,” he said, his gaze pinning her.

  She shook her head and disentangled herself from him so she could stand. “I’ll be right back.”

  She left to use the bathroom to clean up, then went back to the living room…still topless. She laughed at herself. The things a woman did for the man she loved. It did make her feel sexy, though. He made her feel sexy. He was turning her into a nymphomaniac, and she was just fine with it.

  He watched her walk back in, his eyes zeroing in on her chest.

  “Did I say adolescent before? I meant pubescent…”

  He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a guy.”

  She smirked. “Yes, you are.”

  She sat next to him and finished her pizza, while he watched her. She looked at him, and said, “I’m putting my shirt on.”

  “Maybe you should. All I want to do is throw that skirt up and take you from behind over the arm of this sofa.” He cleared his throat. “I can’t help it. You do this to me. It’s your fault.”

  She chuckled and shook her head, putting her tank top back on, sans bra.

  “Like that’s any better,” he groaned. “I can see your nipples. I fucking love the taste of your nipples.” He reached out and tweaked one through her shirt.

  “Hey!” she squealed as she slapped his hand away. “Would you let me eat in peace, you horny man?” His words made her hot again. He totally did it for her. All of the time, apparently.

  “Not possible…I want you. I can’t wait to have you tomorrow night. Yup, you definitely won’t walk for a week.”

  She tingled in anticipation. Then she heard a text message come in.

  She got up to look at her phone. It was from Ayanna.

  AS: Hey girlfriend. R u w/ lover boy?

  RT: Yup, but I can talk. Call u in a sec.

  Ryann turned to Jeremy, and said, “It’s Ayanna. Do you mind if I call her? I haven’t seen her all week.”

  “Sure.” He got up and grabbed their pizza plates, then stopped by her on the way to the kitchen.

  “Tell her I said hi, and hope she can make it tomorrow,” then he leaned down and kissed her nose.

  “I will,” she said, melting slightly. She needed to get it together. All she wanted to do was get naked with this man. “I won’t be long.”

  “Take your time,” he said over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen.

  She sat on the sofa and called Ayanna. They talked and caught up, then Ryann dropped the bomb.

  “So,” she whispered. “Can you hear me?” she asked, looking toward the kitchen. She had heard Jeremy go into the woodshop.

  “Yes,” Ayanna whispered back. “Why are we whispering?”

  “Jeremy told me…that he’s in love with me,” Ryann continued whispering.

  “He did?!” she screamed, nearly blowing out Ryann’s ear drum. She laughed, knowing this would be her reaction. “Ry!” she screamed. “Oh, Ry… holy shit. What did you say?”

  “I told him I was in love with him, too.”

  “Ho-ley shit. This is amazing.”

  “I know. Do you think this is too quick? I mean, am I crazy? It’s only been like three weeks!”

  “Sweetie, when you know, you know.” She sighed wistfully. “I am so happy for you. Wow. I can’t wait to hug you guys tomorrow.”

  “You’re able to come then?”

  “Yup, I’ll be there. I’m making my cupcakes.”

  “Nice! The chocolate ones with the caramel icing?”

  “You know it.”

  “Double nice! There are a ton of people coming. All of Jeremy’s family. My parents…and did I tell you Jonathan and Emily are coming?”

  There was a pause. “Reeeaallly.”

  Ryann laughed. “Yes, reeeaaally. You should wear something sexy. Unless you’re too much of a good girl now.”

  She snorted. “Even good girls need to look smokin’. I’ll need to start strategizing my plan of attack.”

  Ryann laughed again. “I friggin’ love you...I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I feel like it’s been forever.”

  “I know! And hey, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you this. Guess who’s moving to San Francisco?”

  “Not you.”

  “No, not me. Chad and Steve!”

  “They are?! Why?”

  “Chad got transferred. They’re leaving at the end of the month. So, either I need to find a new roommate, or I’m finding a new place to live.”

  “Oh, no! We’ll figure it out…don’t worry. We have a whole month. We’ll figure it out,” she repeated.

  “Yeah, I know. Keep your ears open for people looking for roommates, ‘kay?”

  “You got it. Love you, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow. What time are you coming?”

  “I’m aiming for five.”

  “Awesome. I’ll see you then.”

  They hung up, and she went to find Jeremy.

  Chapter 30

  On the morning of the fourth of July, Jeremy and Ryann allowed themselves to sleep in a bit. The first of the guests wouldn’t be arriving until four, so they had the day to take their time in getting ready.

  Ryann’s plan was to sneak out at around seven that evening after dinner to run to the Institute to get the painting, and she hoped to be back within a half hour to 45 minutes, with Manny driving. Even though it was a holiday, she knew a security guard would be there to let her in, but she thought she would bring her key card just in case.

  As the two of them got ready for the barbeque, and double checked the delivery time of the side dishes from the restaurant Janie, his cousin the caterer, had suggested, Ryann marveled at the ease between them. She couldn’t believe it had only been three weeks with Jeremy, yet it was as if they h
ad known each other forever. There was a comfort between the two which made her feel so content. They didn’t feel forced to talk when they were quiet…they just worked in companionable silence, smiling at each other every once in a while, touching and hugging when they passed one another in the midst of their tasks.

  Shortly after the delivery from the restaurant, the first to arrive were Ryann’s parents. They planned on spending the night at Ryann’s apartment after the party, and Ryann would stay with Jeremy so there was enough room.

  When Jeremy opened the door to Riley and Tony Russo, Riley beamed up at him.

  “Well. You’re a tall one, aren’t you?”

  Ryann laughed and hugged her, taking the bottles of wine from her and giving them to Jeremy.

  “Hi guys.” She led both of them in, and she looked to Jeremy, who had an equally brilliant smile on his face.

  Jeremy leaned down and kissed Riley on the cheek. “I see where Ryann gets her beauty. It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Russo.”

  She chuckled. “Uh, oh. You’re one of those, are ya?” she said good naturedly. “You’ll call me Riley, and this good lookin’ man with me is Tony.”

  They shook hands and exchanged hellos and smiles.

  Riley took Ryann and Jeremy’s hands, and looked at both of them. “Let me look at ya, then.” She paused, then looked at Ryann. “He’s a handsome lad, isn’t he?”

  Ryann smiled while Jeremy laughed. “Yes, Mom, he is. Now stop embarrassing him.”

  “What? That’s what a mother’s supposed to do!”

  “Let me go put these in the fridge,” Jeremy said, referring to the bottles of white wine in his hands. “I’ll be right back.” He walked to the kitchen.

  Her mom looked at her intensely when he was gone, and said, “Are you happy, luv?”

  Ryann swallowed back the lump in her throat. “More than I can put into words.”

  The three of them shared a big hug together, just as Jeremy stepped back into the living room.

  Jeremy, not wasting any time, walked over to the group, and put his arm around Ryann, kissing her on the head, and looked at Riley.

  “Riley, I just figured I’d be up front with you from the start. I’m in love with your daughter, and there’s no other woman in this world that I’d rather be with. With your blessing, I plan on wearing her down until I’m the only man in this world that she’ll ever be with again….Do you have any thoughts on that?”