Back To You

by Fontaine, Bella

  Ryan moved back to my stomach and placed hot fiery kisses over the flat plane and tugged at the edge of my panties with his teeth.

  I gasped and he gave me a deep chuckle. He then nuzzled his face between my thighs and ran his tongue over the lace covering my mound.

  I watched him, getting sucked into the wildness of him when he rolled my panties down my legs and that smile came back to his handsome face accompanied by the sin that glittered in his eyes.

  Before I could catch my next breath he went back to my mound, now licking over my bare skin. One thrust of his tongue straight into my pussy and I gasped, grasping onto his wide shoulders.

  He moved my thighs apart and thrust deeper, his tongue pushing past my folds and sweeping over the already sensitive hard nub of my clit.

  “Fuck… Lana. You taste so damn good.” He spoke in a rough voice, husky with sex.

  I couldn’t answer. The passion that cascaded over my body held me there in its grasp and at his will.

  The moan that fell from my lips when he pushed his finger deep inside me was answer enough. Answer enough for him to continue to keep doing what he was doing to me.

  The beginning of a greedy orgasm coiled within me when he started moving his finger in and out of my core. As he sped up and started finger fucking me I thought I was going to faint from the pleasure.

  Faster and faster he went until it became too much and I arched my back into the wall, tossing my head back as a greedy orgasm tore through me, my hair falling backwards then forwards over my face.

  I writhed against his fingers and he went back to my core to drink the flow that came from me, taking in everything as if I were some rare, exotic dish. He licked and continued to suck, flicking his tongue over my clit as he did so.

  The desire that filled his eyes aroused me all over again.

  He stood up and the bulge against his pants was bigger. He reached for me and kissed me hard, squeezing and kneading my breasts. It pushed me over the edge of reality.

  “For fuck’s sake Lana, please tell me you’re on the pill. I’m clean.” He growled against my lips. “I want to be inside you, no barriers.”

  Nothing sounded better than that.

  “Yes. I want you inside me. I want to feel you.” My voice was heavy with the desperation that filled my soul.

  Gripped with scandalous pleasure I watched, never taking my eyes off him for a second as he undid his belt buckle and shoved his pants and his boxers down his legs at the same time.

  I could have been eighteen again. Because only a teenage girl could gawk at the length of his massive cock the way I was. Massive and erect, ready to be inside me.

  Unlike that teenage girl I was back then who didn’t know what the hell I was doing, I stepped forward and gripped the base. He smiled with pure satisfaction and clamped a hand down on mine when I started to move my fingers up and down the thick length of his shaft.

  “Don’t you want me to taste you too?” I asked, rubbing harder. He allowed me to continue stroking him for a few seconds until his cock strained up toward me.

  “Later.” He groaned. “Princess look at my dick, I won’t last two seconds if you continue to do that.”

  I would take two seconds if that was what we had. Anything that saw me with him like this.

  He took hold of me, picking me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

  I held onto his shoulders and sucked in a sharp breath as he eased me down on to his cock.

  The skin to skin contact made my body spasm with wild passion and ecstasy.

  I was ready for him, always ready for him.

  One thrust and he shoved deep inside me. The connection was so powerful and overwhelming we both crashed against the wall, moaning and groaning.

  Liquid fire streamed through my body as he started to move inside me.

  At first it was a slow grind then it sped up to a rhythm we both enjoyed. Moving together, perfectly giving and taking.

  Then the tension of the pleasure coiled deep inside me and he sped up.

  Pinning me harder against the wall he increased his pace and the smooth strokes of his pumps and thrusts became harder. Filled with need and greed.

  Raw, primal greed and need that crippled my body with pleasure. Intense, insane wild.

  And with that same rawness he started fucking me, fucking me hard until another orgasm took me, powerful and sharp like a blade that split me in two and severed me from reality. It left me weak and drained, crippled from the intensity.

  But… he wasn’t finished with me yet.

  He pulled out of me only briefly. Just to set me down and turn me to face the wall.

  My hands pressed against the cold concrete and my hair fell forward over my face.

  I glanced behind me just as he gripped my hips and ran his hands over my ass.

  “This is mine, all of you is mine.” He spoke the way he used to, demanding, and there was no other route other than to obey because I wanted him too.

  My gaze snapped around when he plunged back inside me and I cried out from the mindless pleasure.

  This position was a hundred times more effective than the last. I felt every move inside me and it sent a sizzling wave of blistering pleasure through my soul.

  He didn’t hold back. Rough hard strokes rocked my body as his cock seared into me over and over again. It made my entire being shiver in contentment and splintered my mind.

  The world would fade and come back again, then fade and faze out leaving us in this purely erotic moment which actually felt like the only time we were together that was truly ours.

  First we were a secret sneaking around so our parents wouldn’t find out about us getting up to no good in the house. He’d worried about what my mom would think. Never what his parents would think. Always my mom.

  Then he wanted to show me off to the world and it never happened. It was like we never happened.

  Pleasure rocked me again. Fierce. Then an orgasm hit me full force and sent me over that edge, leaving me open to all the emotions I’d ever felt with this man.

  With our bodies burning, and the wild sexual sounds of our skin slapping together, we came as one.

  Every inch of my body was alive with savage energy, every secret part of me crying out his name.

  That was what Ryan O’Shea did to me.

  His pumps slowed to a stop and he pulled me close to his chest, holding me.

  I rested my head back against him burying my face in the side of his neck.

  We didn’t talk, we just stayed there like that.

  Him holding me, reminding me of what I’d lost.

  Resounding to me that I’d only ever feel like this with him.

  He stayed the night and the thought played through my mind the whole time. Embedding itself in my mind as he took me again and again, and all over again.

  My heart came alive each time. Then… it sunk into despair when I opened my eyes the next morning and found that he’d left.

  Chapter 13

  Ryan

  Eighteen years ago…

  There were some things in life you did and you knew you’d either get in trouble for it or end up doing some damage.

  Those were the things that interested me the most.

  I knew right from wrong.

  I knew that ninety percent of the time I was an asshole and yet I still did whatever the hell I wanted to.

  The only thing that scared the absolute shit out of me was Amelia catching me with her daughter.

  Me, who she knew had gotten up to all manner of shit.

  There was no way she would have approved of me. She might even leave, quit or something like that and then she’d take Lana. Truth be told that was the very thing I would do if I’d caught my daughter with a guy like me.

  For a person who claimed to be so smart, and for a person who actually was smart, I made a lot of dumb decisions.

  That included my current state.

  Me in Lana’s room at twenty to midnight. Twenty
minutes before I had to confirm my acceptance to Georgetown. Me with Lana in my lap with her legs wrapped around me as I devoured her lips.

  Yes, I’d lost my mind.

  It was all my fault though. All of it.

  The story actually began like this. I met her when I was nine.

  To the world it looked like we were enemies, or rather I was her enemy.

  Lana didn’t have a bad bone in her body and she never hated me, when she should have.

  Not when I teased then bullied her constantly and not when she saw me getting up to all kinds of shit with other girls.

  All the while she fascinated me. Right from that first day when her mother came to work for my family. I laid my eyes on the little brown skinned girl with her hair braided into two cornrows, lilac ribbons were at the end of the long braids that fell down past her waist.

  She looked like a doll. Literally like a doll with her large brown eyes surrounded by thick lashes and that pretty little mouth.

  Over the years the doll like look only enhanced to what I called true beauty. The kind you couldn’t replicate. That she was possibly the purest being I’d ever known in my life was another reason why a devil like me should have stayed away from her.

  It was that kiss.

  The kiss that happened months ago in the attic.

  The kiss broke down the barriers I’d placed up for the last nine years of our lives because it gave me that taste.

  A taste of her. That taste I’d always fantasized about. That taste that drove me insane from the desire that coursed through my body when my lips touched hers.

  It made me want her.

  More.

  Anyone would ask the obvious question of why I’d been such an ass to her all our lives and my answer would be this: I don’t know.

  I’d be the coward and lean on the side of the age old explanation of why guys bullied girls they liked.

  One thing I wouldn’t do was deny I liked her.

  I may even be bold enough and take one step further to admit that I felt she was too good for me, and the knowledge of that enraged me. It fueled me with anger because I wanted something I shouldn’t have.

  I went with the easy girls, and the asshole I was savored the look of jealousy I’d see in her eyes whenever she saw me.

  Anything to instill some response from her.

  I was eighteen years old and I should have known better. I should have known much better on all fronts and as much as I liked her, a lot of what I’d done was no way to treat anyone.

  As she kissed me back now with the same passion I gave her, temptation coursed through my veins.

  The same temptation that made me sneak in here over an hour ago. The same temptation that made me sneak her out of class at school and lure her into my car.

  We’d left the school grounds and parked up in the back of an alley where we made out for hours.

  Fuck. I was a senior so I was allowed off campus, but she would have gotten in trouble if we’d been found. She would have gotten in trouble anyway because I made her take her top off so I could suck her breasts.

  We could have both landed our asses in trouble whether at school or with the police. I knew that but I didn’t care.

  The same temptation got me now, enticing me to take her virginity.

  It would be so easy to do.

  I’d been sneaking in here at night because her room was at the corner of the house on the east wing. While Amelia’s room was on the northern side of the house, Lana basically had the top section to herself. Downstairs was the kitchen.

  I could almost say with certainty that no one would hear us in here if I did it, but sometimes people did go in the kitchen late at night. If that happened there was a chance they could hear.

  My damn dick was practically bursting to be inside her, aching to flow my load in her virgin passage, aching to claim her and dirty her up.

  I wanted to. She wanted to. What stopped me from doing it was the part of me that must have had some good. That part inside me that thought I needed to do some more changing before I took the most precious thing she had.

  Couldn’t get that back once she gave it to me, and I didn’t want her to regret it. I’d lost mine years ago and it wasn’t with anyone I wanted to remember.

  Things like that never mattered to me, but I knew it would to her.

  Twenty minutes to midnight, probably fifteen now and we’d just been kissing like we had earlier.

  Five more minutes then I’d go and make the decision to go to college and study law or not.

  Five more minutes of the wild beauty on my lap and I’d go.

  Her beautiful silky hair slinked to the side so it hung partly over her face and her right shoulder.

  She’d curled the ends so it hung in long graceful waves. After the wild make out session it was all ruffled and she looked like an erotic version of a mermaid in a dark fantasy.

  Her tongue tangled with mine and while I knew I wouldn’t give in to temptation and claim her, there were other things I knew we could do to fill the need.

  I pulled away from her lips so I could look at her and that worried look filled her eyes.

  She looked like she was always waiting for me to change my mind. It wasn’t surprising since we didn’t exactly do much talking these days.

  I smoothed my hands over her breasts and gave them a good feel. The first time she allowed me to feel her up was at one of those stupid dinner parties Mom organized where everyone came.

  It was a week after Lana had sent her application to Parsons. She’d heard back and was so happy. That asshole Barney started teasing her at the party, like he did every time and I answered him with a fist in his face when he asked her if she’d wanted to taste his cock.

  I surprised the group when I took her hand and led her away to the garage. That was where I kissed her for the third time and took things up a notch.

  Barney knew better than to mess with her after that. That motherfucker stayed right away from her because he knew that punch was a warning sign that I’d mess him up if I caught him looking at her the wrong way.

  The worry faded from her eyes as I ran my fingers over her little nipples, through the cotton tank top. She’d been dressed for bed when I came in so she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  “Take your clothes off for me, princess,” I told her. I wished I could have sounded less like I was demanding her to do it. It was that need that was speaking.

  “What about Georgetown?” she asked in that meek voice.

  I gave her a crude smile. “Ten more minutes princess.”

  Ten minutes.

  When I looked at her pouty mouth I couldn’t help myself.

  We both knew how I felt about Georgetown, and everyone knew how I felt about going to college to study something I didn’t want to do. It didn’t exactly help that I’d gotten into twenty off-the-charts amazing colleges, and that had been me just doing my best. I went into my SAT’s without a day’s study and got the best score in the school, which was sixteen hundred.

  “Take your clothes off,” I repeated and squeezed her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Okay.” Nervously she slipped off my lap and took the hem of her top first. She pulled it over her head unleashing her perky tits.

  My damn mouth watered and my dick hardened as if it were the first time I’d seen her naked, or fuck, like it was the first time I’d seen a girl naked. She’d just managed to make me crazy. Crazier.

  Her breasts bobbled as she lowered to take off her pants and it was clear she was nervous but doing this for me.

  She stepped out of the pants and her hands started shaking when she tugged on her panties to take them off. I was so damn fascinated with how beautiful she was that I sat there dumbfounded and stunned. Not oblivious to how nervous and uncomfortable she was, but allowing stupid curiosity to take control of my mind as I watched her.

  I was nearly drooling when I saw a little peak of flesh on her mound, just like last night and I kn
ew that as much as I told her to take her clothes off and I meant all of it, there would be no way I’d be leaving this room tonight and I’d be screwed.

  Mom would kill me if I didn’t agree to accept the offer from the one college she’d dreamed of me going to since birth.

  Also, if I stayed for longer than ten minutes, and it was maybe eight or nine minutes now, I really would lose control and Lana would lose that virginity of hers I’d been so careful with.

  I caught her hands, stopping her from going further and slipped my hand around her tiny waist to bring her to me.

  Dainty hands pressed against my chest and she held my gaze. When she looked at me like that it felt like she was staring into my soul. It was the same look she’d given me a lot over the years. It was the sort that showed she was looking for the real me, and whatever she saw in me made her look past the asshole I’d been.

  She closed her eyes when I moved to her neck and kissed her between the elegant crook.

  I nibbled, sucking on the soft flesh just enough so it wouldn’t leave a mark. Of course I filled my palms with her gorgeous breasts while I did so, torturing myself as I felt her nipples harden beneath my fingertips. Her bare skin in my hands warmed, heating up the more I touched her. Heating up and hardening.

  I trailed a line of kisses from her neck straight down to her right breast and moved my hand over so I could suck.

  Torture was a mild version of what I was doing to myself and I was practically pitching a tent by the time I moved to her left breast and started feasting.

  Two minutes and I’d stop. Two minutes and I’d go. I couldn’t stay any longer. A little moan fell from her lips and the light flutter of her fingers over the bulge

  of my cock made me suck harder. When she gripped my shaft through my Levi’s and started rubbing up and down I stopped and pulled away.

  “Enough, I gotta go,” I said, standing up. Or more like bolting upright like I’d been jolted with a zap of electricity.

  The ache between my legs was too much and I’d sooner run away like a coward than embarrass myself in front of her.

  Her brows knit together and she grabbed her tank top, shrugging back into it. I could see she was annoyed but I didn’t have time to deal with that. I reached for my jacket and headed to the door.