5
Ryon
The scarlet color in her cheeks is enough to drive me crazy.
I watch as the blush spreads down her neck and disappears past the neckline of her shirt. My eyes drift past the neckline, over her breasts, and I see her nipples are straining against her bra, peaking boldly as she takes in a deep breath.
She’s speechless. . . I fucking love that.
“I know you want me, wife—”
“I’m not your wife yet,” she says sharply with a little smile.
“Well, you’re my fiancée, at least,” I say, inching my face closer to hers, making sure she feels my breath tickle her face. “Don’t you want to sample the goods before you commit?” I trace a finger down her cheek, run it lightly over her lips. She’s not breathing. Holding her breath. I lean closer, so my cheek brushes against hers, my lips hover over the beating pulse point in her neck. “I can see it in your eyes. Tell me you want me too.” She lets out the breath she’d been holding in, and stretches her neck ever so slightly, and I feel her body move closer, a fraction of an inch. She’s yielding, though she may not even know it yet.
Growling, I swiftly wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap. Curling my hands around her ass, I bring her hips closer to my body, feeling the heat from between her legs on my cock.
“Wife or not, you want me, I can see it in your eyes.” Gil rolls her hips slightly, rubbing against my erection. “Tell me right here and now that you don’t want this, and I’ll stop. Tell me this is just a business deal, nothing more, and I’ll draw that line back where it belongs.” Moving my hands to her thighs, I dig my thumbs into the creases at her waist. “Say nothing, and I’ll fuck you until your legs are numb and you don’t know up from down.”
Gillian looks at me, her breath shallow and fast, her tits rising and falling rapidly.
Say nothing, say nothing. . . The mantra plays over and over in my head as I silently beg her to stay quiet. I love hearing her voice, but right now, her silence says more.
Her lips part, and I hold my breath as I start to lose faith that she wants me just as badly as I want her. But she remains silent, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying at it, and then her tongue peeks out from her mouth, licking her upper lip, and I see the corner of her mouth turning up in a sly smile.
That’s it, that’s all I needed. Those small gestures are the only answer I want. It’s permission.
Capturing her face in my hands, I pull her down to me for a kiss. I kiss her hard. Every fantasy and sexy thought that I’ve been entertaining for days goes into that kiss. All the yearning and temptation is unleashed as my lips press into hers. I kiss her like I’ve been imagining myself kissing her for days now. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and Gil tilts her head, kissing me back.
She tastes sweet, like honey and mint, and it drives me to kiss her deeper, harder, and with so much passion I can feel her in my bones. Her hands wind on to my head, threading through my hair and tugging at the roots as she rocks her hips back and forth into me.
I know what she wants, and it feels good to know I’m right. To know it wasn’t just in my head, that this woman is turned on by me, that she does want me too. I could feel it, but you never really know until you see it, until it touches you back, and there’s no question left waiting for an answer.
I push her back so her back is against the steering wheel, and I feather kisses against her exposed collarbone. She smells so good and her skin is so soft on my lips. Her hands never leave my hair, and when I kiss her below her ear, her hands tighten, and I feel a little shiver run through her. Her breasts are begging for me to touch them. I rub my finger around her nipple, feeling the lace of her bra underneath her shirt, loving the feeling of her nipple getting harder as I play with it. I wonder what it would feel like in my mouth. What color it is. As I play with her nipple, I feel her hips involuntarily shift a little harder against me.
I’m so hard it hurts. My cock is straining against my jeans, and there’s nothing I want more than to fuck her right here in the front seat of my car. Plunge into her hot pussy and feel her tight around me. I want to be inside her so badly, but not yet. I can’t stop touching, kissing, tasting her. I wrap my arms around her back and tug her closer to me, so we’re chest to chest. I take her hips and move them against me, trying to find the perfect friction between her legs and against my straining erection. I can feel her heat against me, and I pick up on the rhythm she’s establishing, the soft moans she makes when she glides her hips forward, her clit rubbing up against me. Again and again I hear her make that little noise, and when I catch a look at her face, I see her eyes are shut and her lips are parted, a look of sexy concentration on her face. Fuck, she’s getting off on this. I can make her come if we keep this up.
Gripping her hips, I press her down, moving her in tune with her own motion. She glides forward, and I help her with a firm tug. She rocks backwards, and I give her assistance with another hard push.
Gillian starts to moan louder as her body rocks faster. Her forehead is pressed against mine and I can feel the intensity of her kiss rise as her hips move faster, trying to hold on to that feeling, chasing an orgasm that’s just within reach.
Our lips never break as I give her what her body is begging for. With no hands, no fingers, no cock, I rub her pussy against my erection, the denim creating just the right friction for her. I slide my hand up under her shirt and feel her smooth skin warm on her back. Goosebumps explode down her arms and then I feel her thighs clenching around my hips, and she groans into my mouth.
A shiver runs down her body, and I feel it in my fingertips as she smiles against my lips.
“Fuck, I haven’t done that in a long time,” she laughs, looking a little bashful.
“Oh baby, we’re not done. Not by a longshot.”
Gillian grins, lowering her hands to my fly. She rubs her flattened palm up and down my shaft, firmly, and I can’t help but jut my hips up, looking for more contact. A harder touch. She smirks at me in the sexiest way and then drags her fingernails up and down the bulge in my jeans. I’m so hard you can see the outline of my dick through my pants, and she runs a single finger around the crown, making me hiss, it feels so good.
She starts to lower my fly, but I stop her. There’s a moment of confusion in her eyes, when I know she’s wondering why I would stop her.
“Grab a condom from my backpack.”
Relief floods her body and her muscles loosen as she leans over and reaches into my bag. She finds it quickly, and when she hands it to me, her hands are shaking. She lifts herself up a bit and I take down my pants. When I get them past my hips, she greedily reaches for my cock while I tear the condom wrapper with my teeth. There’s an urgency we both feel. I roll the condom down my cock and look up at her. She’s looking down as the thin material sheaths my cock.
As if remembering what we’re about to do, she gets up on her knees and unbuttons her shorts. We’re elbows and knees knocking into each other as she takes off her shorts and panties. It takes some maneuvering, but finally she tosses them into the passenger seat and she’s back on my lap. Her mound is shaved and I can see her pussy lips are glistening. She’s so wet and ready. We just stare at each other. The condom’s on, she’s naked from the waist down. It’s a foregone conclusion what’s happening here, yet neither of us move. Finally, I make a move. I take her chin and pull her face toward me.
“You want me?” she asks, cupping her mound and dragging her finger up and down her wet seam.
“Yes, of course I fucking want you,” I say, pointing at my cock that’s jutting up straight as a rod. “Look how hard you make me. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful.”
Gil smirks as she massages her pussy, playing with her folds. She glides her fingers up her slit, then circles her clit with the pad of her finger. Using her free hand she squeezes her tit, pinching her nipple beneath the fabric.
“Good, because I’ve thought about fucking you for some time
now. I’ve imagined it. I’ve gotten off to it in bed at night when I was all alone, wishing you would show up at my door.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” I say, digging my fingertips into her hips and pulling her forward. “Then make it reality. Fuck me, Gil.”
She kisses me, her tongue snaking past my lips, and then she slides across my cock. Not letting me inside, but so close. I can tell how wet she is by the way her pussy glides across me. She’s so hot between her legs it practically burns, and my balls draw tight to my body, anticipating what it will feel like to finally sink into her. Back and forth she slides over me, and I try to angle myself so I can get in her tight pussy, but she’s playing with me. Drawing it out.
She breaks the kiss and stays seated in my lap. Her pussy lips wrapped around my cock and the head rests just below her swollen clit. I bounce her once in my lap and watch my cock nudge at her clit. The sexiest noise escapes from her throat, so I do it again.
I can’t wait another second longer, so I hold my dick with one hand and push her down, watching as I disappear inside her, only looking up because I can’t resist seeing her face the first moments I fill her up, stretch her to her limit. Her mouth opens but she doesn’t make a sound as she sinks onto me. I can’t hold in my moan. She’s so fucking warm, so damn tight, I can’t stop my eyes from snapping shut and my head from falling back.
Reaching down, I pull the lever and recline the seat. She throws her body forward and grips the head rest as she begins to ride me. She moves so slowly, so I can feel every inch of her as she raises off me, and then again as she lowers herself. Her hips move back and forth, her skin flawless and her thigh muscles taut as I watch her fuck me. I watch her take what she wants. I slip a hand under her shirt, roughly pulling down her bra cup and grabbing her tit.
Gil moans loud as her shoulders roll forward and she drives her face into the crook of my neck. The sharp edges of her teeth dig into the muscle of my shoulder as her hips move faster and faster.
She’s getting close again, and I’m right there with her. My balls draw up tight, and my stomach clenches as my skin turns hot. Gil presses up a little, her tits rubbing my face as she fucks me.
Biting on one of her nipples behind the fabric of her shirt, I grunt as I jerk my hips when she slams down. With one final thrust, her body goes stiff and mine shakes as we come together. Hot cum explodes from my dick, filling the condom in her pussy.
Her walls clench around my cock, pulsing and throbbing as she straightens her back, dropping her head back and releasing a moan that’s music to my ears.
It’s perfect. Everything about this woman is perfect.
“Wow,” I say, reaching up to her hair and pulling her face back down to mine. I give her kisses on her lips, inhale the amazing fragrance of her hair, and look her right in the eyes. “That was incredible, I’m speechless.” I press her forehead against mine and I grin. “My wife,” I say playfully, like I did before. It’s kind of crazy we’re doing this. What we just did and what we’re about to do when we get to Las Vegas.
Gillian eyes me, her cheeks flush, her breathing ragged. But the look in her eyes is different. . .
Uncertainty. Confusion. Doubt.
Everything I don’t want to see, but it’s right there at the surface and I can’t ignore it.
And it hurts me to see it.
6
Gillian
What now?
The words ricochet inside my head like a pinball machine. Relentless. Unanswerable. How do I explain to him that I’m afraid of losing my job? I left my last job because I was accused of unprofessional behavior; I know that accusation was bullshit, but still. If any were to find out what just happened between Ryon and me, and I had to look for a new job again, well people would definitely start to see a pattern, regardless of the facts.
But more urgently, how do I control the growing lust that I can feel building inside me?
All of it is too much for me to deal with at one time, and in the same breath, I’m realizing that I don’t really care. That the old me, the one who played it safe, is being replaced by a newer version who’s screaming, Don’t I deserve to have a little fun? Pursue something that I want?
So, why can’t I have both?
This isn’t fair. . .
I shouldn’t have to worry about who I sleep with, and how it might affect my job. Except, he’s isn’t just anyone, he’s Ryon Daniels, my client. Probably the clinic’s most important patient right now. There’s a difference between him and some random person I meet in a bar.
It’s also unethical. I could lose my license.
The thought makes me nauseous instantly. I slept with my client. What the hell am I thinking?
Shit. What if my ex-boss really did what he said he would? What if he told everyone I’m easy, and Ryon is just taking advantage of what he thinks is a sure thing?
I feel sick to my stomach. Clutching my belly, my shoulders roll forward, and acid rises in the back of my throat.
“You all right?” he asks as we get back on the road. “You’re looking a little pale.”
“I need you to promise me something,” I say, slowly turning my head to look at him.
“Sure. Anything you want and it’s yours. I should probably get used to doing what the wife wants.” He laughs jokingly, and I realize he has no idea how serious of a situation this is for me.
My entire livelihood is at stake. I’m putting everything on the line for this man. I need to know I can trust him.
“I need you to promise me this will stay between us. Especially this.” Drawing a line between us, I want him to know this goes far beyond just casual sex. This is about my life, and my life isn’t his to play with.
Ryon steals my hand from the air, bending my fingers over his as he kisses the top of my hand. His eyes turn to metal as his face transforms into an earnest expression. I’m struck by an intense warmth that triggers my whole body to ripple from head to toe.
“I promise, Gillian. This stays between us.”
He lets out a warm breath across the back of my hand, and it spreads up my arm, making my stomach twirl like it’s filled with butterflies.
“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Smiling, I squeeze his hand. “You’re different, Ryon. You’re not like the other guys I see on a daily basis.”
“Oh yeah? How so? Because I’m so damn sexy?”
Giggling, I nod as I speak, “Yes, that’s it. You’ve hit the nail on the head. How’d you guess?”
“I’m sexy and intuitive. I just knew it,” he grins and winks.
“Seriously though, you’ve got something special. A real natural talent that most players wish they had. And you really want it, you want to succeed, you want to be great. That’s what it takes to excel. Not just in sports, in anything, really.”
He eyes me softly, crooking his jaw to one side. “You know you’re the first one to ever say something like that to me. Ever. Even my own father never told me I had talent. The coaches either. They tend to see the player, rather than the person.” His thumb swirls over the nub on my wrist and he pulls my hand in to kiss it again. “I will keep my promise, Gil.”
We drive the rest of the way to Vegas hand in hand. Our fingers tangle tightly, and loosen, they twist and play, but not once does he release my hand.
The lights off the strip are blinding as we drive into town. I press my face to the window and look out in awe at the brightly lit casinos, the roaring fountains, and neon explosions. It’s incredible.
We drive beyond the brightly lit strip to a small suburban strip mall. Everything is shuttered and the lights are out, except for one storefront where a sign flashes “Chapel of Love.” Ryon pulls into a spot by the entrance and shuts off the car. “I, uh,” he starts to say as he rubs his jaw. “I figured we’d just go get it done. In and out. Does that work for you?”
“That’s the only reason we’re here, isn’t it?” He nods, releasing my hand for the first time to grab the steering wheel. “But if you�
�re having second thoughts—”
“No,” he says loudly, jerking his body to face me. “I’m not having second thoughts. I’m actually worried you might leave me at the altar.”
“I gave you my word I would help you. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m not backing out. No cold feet here.”
“Good. Then let’s get this show on the road. Ready to get hitched?”
“Ready.”
We climb out of the car, and I grab my bag. Once we’re inside, it’s an explosion of hot pink and white tulle. There doesn’t seem to be a single solid or not shimmering surface in the chapel. Elvis Presley blares from the speakers singing “Viva Las Vegas,” and the air is thick with decades of cigarette smoke and also an overly smell I can’t put my finger on.
We approach the check in desk and a bored looking teenager barely looks up when we approach. “Ahem,” Ryon coughs, to get her attention. When she finally takes her eyes off her phone, she puts on a surely phony megawatt smile and says, “Welcome to the Chapel of Love where we can make you happily ever after in an hour or less, guaranteed, or we give you a ten percent discount. Are you the happy couple?” Her words come out in a quick stream as if she says this hundreds of times a day, and it take Ryon and me a few beats to process and respond.
“Yup,” Ryon says, gesturing between the two of us. “Happy couple. Happily ever after.”
“Ok then, let’s get started. Licenses?” she says as she quickly starts grabbing papers from under the counter. Ryon goes into his back pocket and hands over the marriage license he applied for online. While he pays, I sit down on a hot pink vinyl couch and start filling out the paperwork. Of course there’s lots to fill out about Ryon that I simply don’t know because . . . well, because I don’t really know the man I’m about to marry. “Ain’t Nothing But a Hound Dog” starts playing and Ryon sits beside me. I hand him the clipboard.
“You’ll have to fill in some of these questions,” I say, handing him the pen. “I don’t know what your permanent address is or your mother’s maiden name.”
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