Page 13 of Tattered
Five
MAVERICK
There's a heated look on Ryan’s face hearing my dirty talking. Fuck, this girl is perfect. So fucking perfect for me.
Moving to stand up in front of her, I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her closer to me, pressing a kiss against her lips before tugging her by the arm with me.
For the first time since stepping into Ryan’s loft, I let my eyes take in her space. It’s everything I would expect in her home. She has a small living room with a kitchen off to the side. She doesn’t have a lot of furniture, just a small high-top table and a loveseat facing the wall-mounted television. Off to the side, taking up most of the space, is an easel and a desk. Papers litter the table top and I can see this is where she likely spends most of her time. I picture her sitting there for hours, drawing.
Looking over my shoulder at her, my eyes connect with hers and I find her watching me take in her home. I’ve always found myself looking for the hidden meaning, little tidbits of information that cue me in to who she is or what she’s thinking.
Running the palm of her hand over my forearm, she pulls me closer and presses a soft kiss against my mouth again. It’s as if she can read my thoughts; I only hope she knows how much it means to me to be here. To soak up any time with her I can.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispers against my mouth before feathering another soft kiss against my lips. Nodding my head, I let her pull me behind her.
Not many women I know feel as comfortable in their skin as Ryan does. Standing in front of me in her black lace thong underwear and bra, she leads me across her apartment and up the stairs into the loft.
As soon as we take the final step, I don’t waste any time. We’ve never been alone like this before, where there is no one threatening to interrupt us. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I step up close to her, moving her so she’s standing at the foot of her bed.
Rubbing my dick against the curve of her ass, it strains against my zipper, begging to break free. Ryan’s soft hand reaches behind her and wraps around the front of my jeans. Squeezing my eyes shut, I moan into her ear, “Easy, baby. When I cum, I plan to be inside you. I don’t care if it’s in your mouth or in your pussy, I’ll let you choose.”
Leaving the invitation hanging in the air, she wastes no time to make her decision as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, kneeling before me. Her hands make quick work to unzip my pants and pull them down my legs. They only make it about halfway down my thighs when she pulls on the belt, sliding it through the hoops.
She moves to stand, the salacious grin that stretches out across her face has me raising my eyebrow.
“Hold your hands out, Mav.”
My lip curves up, knowing where she’s going with this.
“Rebel,” I taunt.
“You’re not going anywhere this time around. Hold your hands out.”
Letting out a deep chuckle, I hold my hands together in front of me and watch as she wraps the leather belt around my wrists. The buckle tightens, biting into my skin as she peeks up at me. I’m not about to tell her it’s too tight.
Pieces of her hair fall over her breasts, distracting me from the way her hands work.
Holding my hands against my chest, I lean my head toward her and feel her shallow breaths against the curve of my neck. Her small hand runs along the planes of my chest while the other wraps tightly around the base of my dick.
“I promise, before the night is over, you’ll remember who you have belonged to for all these years.”
She slides down to her knees once again, leaning forward and swipes her tongue over the head of my cock. She hums softly in appreciation as she licks the bead of pre-cum before taking me in her mouth.
My hips jolt forward on their own accord, taking her off guard but she quickly recovers. Grabbing onto my thighs, she urges my body toward her. The sounds of her moans fill the air as she continues to bring me closer to her.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I grit out, watching as my dick tunnels in and out of her mouth.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around her fist, holding off my release. “I changed my mind, baby. I want to cum in your pussy. Stand up,” I command.
She moves to stand and doesn’t wait for another word as she pushes me down, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
Wrapping my hand around my aching cock, I pump my hand up and down as she moves to stand in front of me, sliding the lacy material down her legs until it falls on the floor. She leans forward, pushing me forcefully on the chest so that I recline back.
Moving to climb over the top of me, she positions herself above me as I move my restrained hands behind my head. She rubs the head of my cock along her folds, lining the head up and leaning back onto her haunches.
I’m not sure what I expected this to feel like after all this time, as she slowly takes my dick until I bottom out. She doesn’t move as I tilt my hips up, making a rotating movement. I’m scared if she moves to pull out, I’m going to cum, ending this before we have a chance to get started.
Forcing my eyes shut, I let out a deep breath as I tilt my head up toward the ceiling. I’m searching for some sense of control because this woman is going to ruin me.
