Page 77 of Stick With Me
“Yes.” Gone is the hesitation I felt last time. I can’t believe I’ve wasted years without knowing the feeling of Ryan’s lips buried between my thighs.
“If you don’t like something, you’ll let me know.”
“Yes.” Apparently, that’s the only word I know tonight.
He smiles up at me before his tongue laps at my center. I can feel his groan of pleasure when his tongue meets my clit.
I’m going to come much toofast, which is something I never thought I’d say. Until Ryan, I could never consistently come with another person. I can count on one hand the number of times Jace was able to get me off. But with Ryan, everything aligns. My whole body hums.
I’m so wet that I worry it’s off-putting to him. I quickly reject that thought when his lips refuse to leave my skin and he mumbles, “I love how wet you are.”
He keeps teasing me, bringing me higher and higher, but not giving me enough to fall over the edge. I’m torn between wanting this feeling to last forever and craving relief.
I try to enjoy the coiling feeling in my core, the tingling sensation running down my legs, to the tips of my toes, but I’m practically trembling with the desire for release. “Please,” I whimper. It’s hard to get words out. “Please, Ryan. Please. Please. Please. Please.”
When I focus down on him, his eyes are closed, and his breathing is heavy. His body is strung as tight as mine. He grinds his hips onto the couch, and it’s nearly my downfall. A sound escapes me, and his gaze snaps to mine.
He sucks my clit as his fingers enter me and curl up. Once. Twice. That’s all it takes for me to go off. My eyes slam shut, and white light flashes against the dark backdrop of my closed lids as I clench around his fingers. He continues with light licks and slow thrusts, prolonging my climax.
I open my eyes to him kneeling between my spread thighs. He’s lost his shirt, and his pants are pulled down just enough to free his cock, which rests heavy in his hand. He alternates between squeezing tightly and lazily stroking.
“Can I?” His voice is a harsh rasp. “I want to stay between these pretty thighs all night, but if I don’t take care of this, I’m going to come in my pants… again.” He gives me a lazy smile.
The thought of him stroking his cock until he comes on me sends aftershocks through me. I’m very on board with the idea, but I didn’t get to touch him last time we did this, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity. “No.”
He frowns slightly but quickly schools his features and stands abruptly, stumbling as his feet remain tangled in his dress pants. “Okay. That’s okay, just give me one minute…”
Grabbing his hand to halt his movement and rambling, I tug him back down to sit. I, not so gracefully, roll off the couch and kneel between his spread legs.
“Hannah,” he rasps, looking down at me with so much adoration I don’t know what to do with it.
“Can I?” I repeat the question he asked me earlier.
He nods jerkily.
“Words,” I mimic, smirking at him as I lick my bottom lip.
“Yes, you can do anything you want, always.”
Holding him at the base, I lick up his length, swirling my tongue around the head each time I reach it. He stays perfectly still, watching as I take him as deep as I can and suck.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I meet his half-lidded eyes. With one hand, he caresses the side of my head, not interfering with my movements but creating another connection between us. With his other hand, he reaches between us and gently pinches my nipple, causing me to moan around his length.
“That feels so good, baby,” he pants. His face screws up like he’s in pain. “I don’t want to come.Fuck, I want this to last.”
His abs strain, and I know he’s losing the battle as I continue to suck him greedily, focusing on the head while using my hand to stroke him in tandem.
“Are you going to swallow me down?” Before I can respond, which would have been a yes, he’s coming in hot, salty spurts on my tongue. “Fuck,” he groans.
I gently lick him, not wanting to miss a drop, until he becomes oversensitive and urges me into his lap. He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine.
He tucks me under his chin and holds me tight. “I’m sorry about that. I was holding on by a thread. I should’ve said something sooner.”
I kiss the underside of his chin. “Don’t apologize. I liked it.”
“Okay, good.” He takes a deep breath and, on the exhale, says, “You’ve ruined me… I mean, you ruined me years ago. But now I’m really fucked.”
