Page 74 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
Ryan shifts between my legs, his touch like fire. His fingers rub over my clit in the slowest of circles. Pleasure pulses through me, my head tipping back.
“Please,” I beg, writhing under his hands. “I need more.”
He’s smiling, I can hear it in his voice. “You’ll get it, Chirp. But first this.”
Then his mouth is on me, kissing my thighs, kissing my wet heat. I’m dizzy, delirious, and already close. His tongue does something that makes me cry out, makes my fingers tangle in his hair, makes the world around me dissolve. I’m not used to this, not used to him, my body on fire, barely able to breathe.
“Fuck,” I gasp. His low laughter rumbles against me.
I didn’t know I could want anything this much. “Please, Ryan,” I plead, words escaping like gasps. “I want your cock.”
He doesn’t let up, just intensifies, his mouth and hands like sin. My body arches, a bow pulled tight. I explode against him. I see stars. I can’t hear my own cries. It doesn’t stop, keeps going, again and again. He moves up my body, holding me as I shudder, and captures my mouth with his, letting me taste the wild and wicked flavor of myself.
I don’t know how I’m even alive after that. I feel molten, barely holding it together. His weight is on me. It feels incredible. I reach down, fumbling for him, desperate to touch him.
“Ryan,” I breathe.
“Do you even know what you want?” he teases, breath hot on my neck, hands making the rest of my body catch fire.
I shift and press against him. His erection is so hard against my thigh I can’t help but moan. I catch his lips again, tasting myself on him. “Yes, I do.”
My hands grip Ryan. I pull him down onto the bed, straddling him. His eyes are wild, but I’m wilder, my legs tangling with his. I’m bold, so bold. I tug down his briefs, freeing his cock. It’s huge, daunting, and beautiful. I want it, all of it; I want him.
I position myself above him, feeling reckless and slick, then his length is hard against me. He thrusts upward, making me dizzy with wanting.
“Fuck me properly,” I gasp, my hands pressing into his chest, needing it all. When he hesitates, I lean down to whisper in his ear.
I want him to know I’m serious. I want him to know that I want this, want him.
“Ryan,” I whisper, lips brushing his ear. “I want you to be my first.”
His eyes are wide, wild. He’s never looked more perfect to me. He’s staring like I’ve said something shocking, like he can’t believe it.
“Are you sure, Chirp?” He groans. “You could do so much better.”
I laugh. “What are you talking about, Ryan? Look at you. You’re a walking wet dream with a hockey stick.”
That makes him chuckle.
“That doesn’t mean anything. You should want someone your own age.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re not that old. Get ahold of yourself.”
“But—”
I silence him with a finger against his soft lips. “I know you’ll do it right.”
This revelation makes him move, all restraint shattered. He flips us, my back hitting the mattress. His mouth is on mine again, kissing me like he means it, like he’s claimed me and can’t get enough. He reaches for the nightstand, one hand holding me close, grabbing a condom with the other. He’s so fast but so careful. When he rolls it on, I’m arching, needy, feeling like my whole life has led to this.
But Ryan doesn’t just fuck me like I want. He takes his time, kissing my neck, sucking on my nipples, teasing my slit until I’mdrenched. My hands roam his body and explore his smooth skin, his hard muscles, the way that he tenses and his breath stills when I run my fingers across different spots.
Ryan closes his eyes when I run my nails up the back of his neck. He tenses when I kiss and suck his fingertips. His breath stutters when I run my tongue over the delicate shell of his ear and nibble his earlobe.
Interesting. I make careful notes of what he seems to like as I navigate the parts of his body I can reach. The second I try to touch his cock, though, he stills my hand and shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he husks out. He gathers my curious hands and pins them back, holding them with one hand while he sucks my nipples and runs his fingers along the cleft of my pussy. It only takes a solid minute of his torturous, wonderful touches before I’m bucking my hips and biting my lower lip.
“Ryan…” I whine. “You’re killing me.”
