Chapter Thirty-One

 

DAVIS

 

Ryan takes my hands in his and pulls them away from his shirt. Part of me worries, as if this is going to be some kind of rejection. A rejection I've known all too well, more times than I would like to recall.

Then his arms bunch up and push and I lose my balance when my legs hit the bed. I fall back and find myself looking up at him. His fingers work the buttons on his shirt, and it falls back behind him. The undershirt goes after a moment later.

I can see the lines of his body, as if they'd been traced there by God himself. He's like a statue in motion, and then he reaches down and stops my hands, idly undoing my own shirt-buttons, and does it himself. His hands work simply, directly, and quickly.

He doesn't waste any motions. No faster than a comfortable pace, yet he doesn't take even a second longer than he needs to, and then my shirt is open. My bra barely contains my breasts, threatening to fall out the top from the way I fell.

I sit forward just enough to reach around behind and undo it, and I take my clothes. The first time we came together, he took so much care to make sure that I had everything I could want.

A little voice inside me, a voice I know is more competitive than it should be, tells me that I have to return the favor. If I don't, it says, he'll lose interest. I can't let it go without proving that I'm able to do what I want—and sometimes, that what I want is for him to feel good.

I work the buckle on his belt for a second. It comes apart easily, and the weight pulls his pants down over his narrow hips so easily that my hands are doing little more than helping guide them.

Even through the fabric of his boxers, I can see the outline of his hardness, standing out and proud. It looks uncomfortable, there. I pull them away from his body a little bit, giving his cock room to breathe.

After a moment I pull it down a little, enough to reveal the head. I press a kiss onto it, experimentally. He lets out a soft breath, one that goes right to my head.

I give it another experimental kiss, pull his boxers down a little more. Now it's standing out and hard. Hard for me. I kiss it a third time, wrapping my fingers around it. The feeling in my hand is good, like it's shaped just for me.

This time I taste the length with my tongue, swirling at the last moment around the head. Another soft hitch in his breath. I like the sound of it, like the way that he tries to hide it from me.

Finally, though, the moment of truth. I open my mouth and take the head of his cock inside. He lets out a long, low breath, and his cock twitches inside my mouth. I take it deeper, feeling the fullness in my mouth.

I start bobbing my head softly. His hands find my hair, not unlike I did his. He forces himself to hold back, even though I know he wants to guide me, and I don't know that I want him not to.

I take it deeper still, the head dangerously close to the back of my throat. Ryan groans above me, his hips moving subtly to press in deeper still, trying to get every ounce of pleasure out of me. I pull back, enjoying the way that he tries to hide his disappointment.

His cock comes out of my mouth with a soft slurp, and I smile up at him.

"Do you like that?"

He closes his eyes slowly. "Fuck yes."

My smile widens and I take it back in my mouth. I go slow. Slow enough to taunt him. It doesn't take him long to figure out the message, and I can feel his hand pressing me, forcing me deeper, faster. I don't fight him now that he's finally taking control.

I can feel him getting close, can feel the increased urgency of his movements. I know what comes next, and I'm ready for it. Instead, he pulls me back, off his cock.

I'm breathing as hard as he is, now, arousal surging through me that I can't begin to explain.

He doesn't offer me any explanation for why he stopped me, either. He just puts his hand on my chest and pushes. I fall back, not resisting. He undoes my belt, pulls my pants down and off. They're discarded on the floor beside the rest of our clothes.

He grabs me by my legs and pulls me down the bed. I can already feel where he's lining himself up with one hand. The other presses a palm into my breast and squeezes softly. His voice is low, and I can see his teeth when he says, like an animal's growl.

"You're mine." A shudder runs through my body. "And I'm going to make you mine."

The thrust that takes me makes my eyes shoot wide, all on their own. One hard, long motion and then he's inside me to the hilt. I don't have time to cry out until after.

By the time my body catches up with itself, it's already built to a fever pitch and comes out louder than I want it to. Loud enough that I'm worried the guy in the office could have heard it.

He pulls out and slams back home again. Another moan bubbles out of my throat, forcing its way out in ways that I can't stop, and wouldn't if I could.

His hand goes around my throat and I want it there. I try to take a breath, but only a tiny bit of air comes through. Enough to tell me I'm choking.

The haze of oxygen deprivation begins almost immediately, swirls in my head with the feeling of another powerful thrust into my pussy. I don't know if that's me moaning or not, any more, but it sounds like my voice.

I can feel myself tightening around him, the pleasure too much to stand any more, and yet I can't stop myself, either. I can feel him speeding up his thrusts, taking the pleasure that I'm desperate to give.

His hand tightens for one last thrust, cutting off what little air I was able to pull in before—and then he pulls off and I take a sweet, deep, oxygen-filled breath.

My head immediately goes blank, my vision goes dark. In my hazy, pleasure-filled mind, I can feel his cock moving inside me, my pussy milking him as best it can.

My vision starts to come through again, dim and blurry. I don't need it. My eyes close as another orgasm takes me, my hands looking for any purchase it can find, and finding the bed-sheets beneath me. My hands ball up into tight fists and I try to pull myself closer to him however I can.

Another thrust, hard and deep, and I hear Ryan let out a roar above me and he leans down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, not pulling back out this time. The tell-tale warmth of his seed starts to spread through my belly.

We lay there a little while longer, breath coming in hard and hot and ragged. When he pulls out, I almost feel a little bit disappointed, through the glow of pleasure. But we've got time. Plenty of time for a second go, and if it's half as good as the first, I'm sure I'll get over it.