Page 72 of Loathing Ryan
“They’re the best balls I’ve ever had!”
I gave her a pained look, and she threw her head back and laughed. I had been home since Christmas, and Bells and I hadn’t had a chance to reallybetogether. And now she was dressed up all sexy for the New Year’s Eve party, with that smoky eye shadow and red lipstick, talking about balls.
She would be the death of me.
Juliet was hosting the NYE party at her house. It was nice to see all my friends from school, but I wanted to bring in the new year with just Bells.
I was still feeling bad about bailing on her over Thanksgiving. She said everything was fine, but it didn’t feel like it.
Ever since then, things between the two of us had felt kind of...off. We didn’t talk quite as much, and it was short and sweet when we did. A quickhi, how are you? Oh good? That’s good. She still threw herself at me when I arrived at the airport and had been by my side ever since. But I wasn’t convinced.
We really just needed some time to reconnect. And with Christmas and New Year’s, it was feeling somewhat impossible. All I wanted was to get her alone, tear off that sexy dress, and reacquaint myself with all of her. I was aching to be inside her again.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Izabel asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I’m thinking about sweeping you off your feet and finding a bedroom,” I told her honestly, and she quirked a brow. Stepping closer to her, I put my hands on her hipbones, forcefully pulling her into me so she could feel what I was talking about. “You aretorturingme in that dress, Bells.”
Izabel patted my chest with her palm. “Cool yourself, Big Guy. We just got here.”
I groaned as I leaned my forehead down against hers. “Can’t we just take a short break? I know Juliet has a guest bedroom somewhere.”
Bells snickered and stood up on her tiptoes. Her lips met mine, eliciting another pained groan from me. She tasted like meatballs, but I didn’t care; I still clutched her to me desperately. Bells wrapped one hand around my neck, gripping and kneading the muscles.
“You two need to get a room!” Todd exclaimed from the other side of the space we were in.
I reluctantly pulled away from Bells and shot him a glare. “That’s what I’m trying to do!” My friend gave me a thumbs-up and laughed.
Glancing back at my girl, I almost came undone right there. She was a sight to behold. All done up with her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. There was a heat in her eyes that wasn’t there before, and I knew I had hooked her.
She reached down and grabbed my hand, interlinking our fingers. Together, we walked through the house on a mission to find some privacy. Izabel led me upstairs and to one of the guestrooms. She shoved me into the room before turning and closing the door, making sure it was latched behind her. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Slowly, Bells turned back to me and hit me with a sultry gaze. “You, sir, can be quite convincing,” she whispered as she stepped closer. Her hands went behind her back. I heard the sound of her zipper being lowered. Bells kept her eyes on me the whole time as she shimmied out of her black dress and let it pool around her feet.
I swallowed thickly as she now stood in front of me in nothing but her black strapless bra and a pair of lacy panties. A small smirk had developed on her lips as she carefully stepped out of the puddle of clothing and moved toward me.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmured as she stepped between my legs. I pressed my lips against her sternum between the swells of her breasts, feeling her hands snake up the nape of my neck and into my hair. Her fingernails scraped along my scalp as I pressed kisses against her skin.
“Make love to me, Ryan,” she said softly. “Please.”
My hands circled her waist, feeling the edge of her panties as I pulled her closer. Then, in one swift move, she was in my arms, and I plopped her straight on her back on the mattress. Izabel watched me as I unbuttoned my dress shirt and shrugged it off, her eyes burning with need.
When I started working on my belt, she groaned with impatience. Smirking, I shucked off my pants and then approached her. She parted her legs, allowing me to settle where I needed to be most.
I continued kissing her chest as I reached behind her back to unclip the barrier keeping her from me. Her back arched when it came free, and she pressed herself up and into my tongue.
I chuckled as I lapped at her. “Eager much?”
She huffed in frustration. “I need you inside of meright now.”
I was happy to oblige. I pressed into her and instantly felt at home as soon as her warmth wrapped around me. Our movements were sweet but desperate. Before long, we were both crying out our orgasms together.
Once we were both sated and satisfied, we lay cuddled together in the guest bed. I was on my back with Bells curled up against my side. Her head rested on my shoulder, and her fingers drew mindless patterns against my chest. My hand trailed up and down her spine, occasionally hitting the spot on her low back that made her shudder.
We were both quiet, but my mind was racing. I had just had slutty party sex with my favorite girl in the world. I should be over the moon. But I still couldn’t help but feel that something was off.
We reconnected on a physical level, which was more than enjoyable. I wasn’t sure if it was her or me, but I did not feel like we were connected mentally. I only had a few more days left in the States before returning to Berlin. Then we wouldn’t see each other until the summer.
I thought about all that I had planned for her visit to Germany. She would love every second of it. Or at least I hoped she would. It would be great to get the chance to show her around. To show her a piece of what my life was like over there. And then, hopefully, the little black box sitting in my sock drawer would be the cherry on top for her trip.
