Chapter 28
I Mean It
Radar
“I love you.”
Holy shit, did I just say that?
I've never been in love. I wasn't sure I ever could fall in love. I wasn't sure I'd know what it felt like … or if it was even real.
But I've also never told a girl I loved her before. And I wasn't planning on saying it to Ella, either.
The words just … had a way of coming out, all on their own.
And then I'd done it. I'd said those words.
Ella reacted the only way she could: her mouth cracked open just the tiniest bit, and her eyes went wide with surprise. I was sure I'd blown it.
But then she surprised me.
“I love you too.”
Were we serious? Had we lost our minds? We barely knew each other! How could we say those words when we'd just met two days ago?
I couldn't possibly answer those questions rationally. But, I guess love wasn't the most rational thing, either. All I knew was that I'd never felt this way about a girl before, and I wasn't one to throw those words around to impress somebody. They'd always scared me.
But with Ella, they felt … right. So right, I'd spoken them without planning on it. And once she'd said it too, something magical happened. It was like we'd sealed a sacred bond, something we'd share forever, something bigger and more important than space and time itself.
We locked lips and kissed like we never had before, so hot, so raw, so deep. I pulled out, and we both trembled and gasped to be put back together again.
“Fuck me, Ryan,” she moaned, clutching two handfuls of my ass.
I pumped myself back into her tight, steaming-hot pussy. She truly opened for me now, and I slid in even deeper than before, until every last inch of my cock disappeared inside her. With a devious smile, Ella squeezed me so tight, I couldn't even pull out.
“Fuck me?” she sang. A taunt. She knew what was she doing. I tried again to withdraw, but her grip was too strong.
“You're so tight, Ella,” I grumbled vulnerably.
“C'mon, Ryan! I said, fuck me,” she teased in a tone that told me she knew it was an impossible task.
With a roar, I pulled against her with all my might, fighting against the sweet, blissful friction of her muscles. The intensity of our struggle ratcheted higher, until at last, her hold gave way and we were torn apart, separated in a crescendo of grunts, groans and moans.
“I'm not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that,” I gasped.
“Try again. I promise I'll let you out this time.” She smiled at me and I knew she hadn't meant it. Not that I minded. I gave her my tongue, eased forward, and slid my dick right back into her sopping-wet tightness. She let me right in. But when I tried to pull out, sure enough, she clamped down on me.
“You are such a liar.”
“Fuck me, Ryan?” she sang again.
I didn't hold back. I pulled and pulled against her until at last she lost her grip, and then we shoved ourselves back together again.
She teased me with her strength, her tightness, and I began to realize why: she'd kept herself pure all this time, and she wanted me not just to appreciate it, but to claim it, to own it.
We fucked, harder and faster, each thrust a tussle, until her resolve finally gave away and she couldn't hold me anymore; she could only grip her muscles against me as I plowed in and out of her, and then things really got loud and out of control.
With her tightness, her wavering screams of pleasure, her tits bouncing and jiggling as I fucked her, I didn't last long. My cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, shooting my load into the condom.
After I'd spilled my seed, I held her tiny body against mine, and the two of us didn't speak a word. We just grinned like fools, basking in each other's warmth and the bliss we'd just created.
“I love you,” she said, once we finally caught our breath and settled down.
“I love you too,” I said, and I gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
***
We were up for hours, and we did it all. We made sweet love. We fucked like animals. We screwed with dirty, pent-up frustration.
We fucked on the bed, on the floor, up against the wall, and all over the bed. We did her favorite sixty-nine, too, which was just as hot with Ella as I'd imagined.
I was the first man she'd ever had, after all, and she wanted to try it all. She had a penchant for hard, athletic sex—sex that took us both to the physical limit; sweat dripping, flesh clapping, bed creaking, headboard banging, hard sex.
Once, Ella sweetly asked if she could be on top and be the one in control. I'd just grin and tell her if she wanted to be in control, then she should just be in control. Without another word, she hopped on top of me, dug her nails into my chest, and rode me in cowgirl. She rode me rough, just like she wanted it: pelvis gyrating, hips bucking, clit grinding against my shaft with every pump. When she came, she let her hair cascade over my bare chest. She kept going, her hips slowly swiveling on my hard cock, until she milked me for my orgasm and I came inside her.
Every time I exploded inside Ella, I was left feeling totally drained. Like I had nothing more to give, and the only I desire I had was to shut my eyes and let sleep take me. But then she'd sneak a hand down and massage my balls, or put my soft cock in her mouth and swirl it around until it was hard, and, well, the whole process started over again.
And then we'd collapse into each other again, clutching each other near, our sweltering bodies even sweatier and stickier than before. On and on and on for hours, until the first crack of daylight started to appear out the window and the bed sheets beneath us were damp with our mess. We knew we needed to get our hands off each other and at least try to get some sleep.
I watched as she climbed out of bed and started pulling her panties up her legs.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I shouldn't sleep in here, should I? It's already so late, and if Lance comes home in the morning, and I'm still in here, he'll kill us both …”
I blew out a gust. “I want you with me. Lance is not going to get between us.”
“You actually mean that, don't you?” Smiling, she rushed and jumped back into bed and wiggled out of her panties. She pinched the item between her fingers and held it out to me.
“I guess you want these?” she asked. “For the box? Your collection?”
I didn't take them. “God, no.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
“They don't belong in there.” I shook my head. “I'm throwing that damn thing away. I can't stand the thought of it anymore.”
“Nooo!” Ella squealed sarcastically. “But how will you ever remember all the babes you've boned!”
I jealously put my arm around her and squeezed her into my body. “They don't matter to me. All I want is you.”
She giggled with her lovely laugh, but she pushed herself away from me. “You know, you shouldn't talk like that …”
“Why not?”
“Because you know I've gotta go back to New York tomorrow.”
“So?”
“You really think you'll still want to be with me, once I'm gone and all this craziness is over?”
“I said I love you and I meant it. I'm not letting you get away from me that easily, Ella.”
“But what if you get traded to … what did Lance say? Winnipeg?”
I wrapped my arm around her even tighter. “I'll figure it out. I'm not letting you get away. I've been waiting for a girl like you my whole life.”
She quietly sighed and melted in my arms. “I love it when you talk to me like that.”
“Good, because I mean it.”