Ryan

 

 

 

She has barely said a word since I picked her up. I can still taste her on my lips, the sweet aftertaste of a hungry girl.

I expected her to draw back when I went in for the kiss, the one I’ve wanted to claim from her since the first moment I saw her, but she didn’t retreat. Instead, I could feel her lean into me, eagerly welcoming my tongue and chasing me with hers. It’s said that still waters run deep. Maybe they also serve as a hiding place for naughty nymphs.

I took her hand and led her to the car, enjoying the view of her tight skirt as it moved up her leg when she climbed into the backseat. She tried to fix it, but I stopped her by placing my hand on hers, and she let it go right away. No words necessary; a simple look sufficed.

Now she’s sitting next to me, playing nervously with her fingers in her lap. Her slim thigh is still mostly exposed, showing off her long legs. She doesn’t reciprocate my look, but turns her head to stare out the window for most of the ride.

“Nervous,” I state the obvious.

She turns to me, a shy smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Is that a problem?”

I shake my head.

“I like it,” I tell her. “As long as it’s just that, and not that you’re afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Hawkins,” she insists.

“You can call me Ryan,” I say, fixating on her with a demanding gaze. “For now.”

“For now?” she asks, her eyebrows arching in confusion.

“For today.”

She looks confused, but lets it go.

“You can call me Laura,” she says. “Or L. That’s what my friends call me.”

“Cute.”

She furrows her eyebrows.

“Laura is fine, too,” she says. “If you don’t like –”

“That’s not it,” I hurry to say. “It’s just that I usually use a different name for my girls.”

“Oh,” she clears her throat as she looks away, turning her attention down to her lap, onto her slender fingers. My eyes follow hers, and it’s the first time I notice the silver ring on the index finger of her left hand. What an odd place for a ring, especially when it’s the only one she’s wearing.

“What do you call them?” she asks. “Your girls.”

“Slut,” I say, curious to see her reaction.

She gasps at the word, her gaze jumping back to me with an indignant expression.

“I don’t like that,” she says. “I don’t want to be called that.”

I can’t help but laugh at her determined demeanor. She’s so fucking precious.

“Okay,” I say. “I’m sure we can come up with something else for you.”

“We can? It’s not against the rules?”

“It’s part of the negotiations, darling. We’ll agree on a set of rules that will work for both of us.”

“Negotiations?”

“We’re here,” I announce, as the car pulls up into the driveway, diverting her attention back out the window.

She appears confused when I help her out of the car. Her green eyes scan the surroundings in bewildered haste.

“I thought we were having dinner… before,” she says, suddenly seeming a lot smaller than she actually is.

“We are having dinner,” I say. “At my place. Well, one of my places.”

“Oh.”

She fixes her skirt again, and this time I don’t stop her, but I let her know what I think of it with a telling look. She catches my gaze and lifts her hands away from the material immediately, casting shy looks my way as I lead her through the entrance, my hand at the small of her back.

The entrance lobby is deserted as always, only the concierge greets us with a quick nod, recognizing me immediately.

“What a nice place to live,” she remarks randomly as we enter the elevator.

“I don’t actually live here,” I say. “It’s just a place I stay at when I have business in town. I live out in the country most of the time.”

“Right,” she says, watching as I hit the button for the penthouse floor.

The door closes, and her nervous breath tells me that she expects me to jump her. That’s what happens in the movies as soon as a couple finds themselves alone in an elevator, right? And I can see why. The small enclosure provides a degree of intimacy that a normal-sized room doesn’t, but the privacy is only temporary, adding a degree of excitement.

She tenses up next to me, her eyes meeting mine when she dares to look up. Her expression is laced with anticipation, and the way her tits heave under the thin fabric of her sheer blouse is driving me insane. I want to rip that blouse off her beautiful body and push her against the wall to have my way with her. My entire being yearns for this girl, fueled by almost a year’s worth of self-inflicted abstinence.

Not a moment too soon, the elevator doors open, releasing me from the temptation.

Soon. Soon, I’ll be able to do all of those things that I want to do to her.

The elevator leads right into the penthouse, which she finds surprising. Her mouth and eyes widen in awe as the light-filled hallway opens up in front of us.

She’s shy and doesn’t dare to move until I place my hand at the small of her back to gently push her forward. The sun is just about to set in front of the floor-length windows opposite us, and while I’m used to the view, it’s astonishing to her. She’s naturally drawn to the spectacle of orange and bright violet colors outside, casting their warm streams of light inside the living room.

“Wow,” she breathes, as she approaches the window and is finally close enough to touch the glass. There’s something childlike about the way she admires the view. Something so innocent and pure that even I can’t help but be affected by it.

“It’s quite a sight,” I admit.

She huffs.

“Quite a sight,” she copies me. “I can’t think of anything more beautiful than this.”

“I can.”

She turns around to face me, tilting her head to the side with a questioning expression. “Like what?”

I take a step forward, touching her cheek as I lean in closer to catch her eyes with mine.

“You,” I whisper. “And I bet this sunset doesn’t match the glow on your cheeks when I make you come. Again and again.”