Page 89 of Unrest
I was completely naked in the public gym. A thrill of rebellion shivered through me, and I reached for Ry’s shirt, yanking it up over his head. His eyes were completely smoky now. Gone were the warnings and worries. His stomach flexed as my fingers grazed the line of elastic slung low on his waist. I leaned forward enough to press my breasts to his chest and take his mouth as I pushed his shorts down. Then I looked down.
Every ounce of pent-up passion I’d felt for Rylen over the last few days came rushing back at the sight of him naked, hard, for me. And so human. I took him in my hand and he crushed his mouth to mine, laying me back on the mat again.
He sat up on his knees between my legs and looked down at me. His gaze felt like a soft finger tantalizing every inch of skin it touched. My nipples peaked as he watched my chest rise and fall quickly. My stomach tightened while he took in my belly button. His hands landed on the tops of my thighs, hot and strong, his fingers digging in just enough to make me arch my back. I watched as he took himself in his hand and rubbed my nub with the hard, round head of his cock.
A moan tore from my throat. “Yes.” I bucked my hips but he grabbed my hip in his free hand to hold me steady.
He watched me as he rubbed himself slowly down my folds, both of us gasping when he came into contact with my wetness, around my waiting opening, and back up to the bundle of nerves that was throbbing wildly.
“Please,” I begged. “Oh, God.” I tried to reach for him, but he was too far away. I could only reach his knees, which I dug my nails into until he lowered himself to align with me. He waited until my eyes fluttered up and were watching his, and then he pressed his entire length slowly into me. With every inch I sucked in air until I was full. So full.
When our bodies met, his eyes closed and he brought his hands to the sides of my body, lowering his weight onto me. I arched my hips as far as I could and we stayed like that for a minute, pressed together, breathing hard, every inch of him inside of me. I swear I could feel him pulsating with self-restraint.
“Rylen . . .” He lowered his face to mine, his lips trembling against my cheek, and I whispered, “Don’t hold back.”
A guttural sort of growl rumbled through him and I felt his hips ease off mine a fraction, only to slam back down and grind into me. My head flew back. He did it again. My back slid against the mat, grains of dirt digging into my skin, but I barely felt it. Every time Rylen rammed his hips into mine, he rubbed against that bundle of nerves, grinding his body to mine as if he couldn’t get deep enough.
I tried to stay quiet, I really did, but I could feel those nerve endings building power each time our bodies met. His hips came down against mine over and over and over, faster and faster, until we had somehow moved up the entire length of the mat and my head was banging into the wall, but we didn’t care.
“Yes,” I breathed, clutching his back, reaching down for his ass, hitching my legs around him. “Yes.”
And then he did something fucking magical that made the breath stick in my lungs. Deep inside me, he stopped pulling out even an inch, and just started rocking his hips against mine. I moved mine circular while he pressed, pressed, pressed as hard as he could, and the explosion detonated inside of me, spreading out like wildfire.
Rylen crushed his mouth to mine, probably trying to quiet my uncharacteristic sounds, which were considerably louder than his own. I felt him ignite inside of me, and I wanted to cry at the rightness of it, shattering and breaking together. We stayed like that for a long while, the two of us catching our breath as one.
At the same time we both seemed to notice the intrusive wall that my head and neck were pressed against at an awkward angle.
“Um, whoops,” I said. A giggle escaped my throat, and the sound of it surprised me.
“Sorry about that,” he said, grasping my hips and scooting me down a few inches. He smiled down at me, and I wound my fingers in the back of his short hair, pulling his face to mine.
“I love you, Ry.”
“I love you too, Pepper.”
In the far distance we heard a door open and close, and our eyes flew wide. We jumped up, hissing at the sudden lack of contact, then ran around the room laughing as we yanked our clothes back on. Nobody came into the gym room. It was probably just someone heading to their shift, but we left anyhow. Rylen walked me back to my room. We kissed for a long time in the hallway until we both started to get worked up again. I was about to consider asking him to sneak to the grief room in the lobby with me so I could climb all over him, but he took the gentlemanly high road and showed me to my door. It was almost four in the morning, and as I went inside I got a whiff of myself.
I smelledsobad. I almost laughed again at the fact that Rylen was unfazed by it. I pressed my lips together as I grabbed a change of clothes and decided to get my daily shower right then. The warm water slid over me, a sensual reminder of Rylen’s hands and mouth. I sighed as I turned the water off, the five minutes ending far too quickly.
A small, unfamiliar smile graced my lips as I dried myself and got dressed. Today was a new day. And I could handle it.
