Page 57 of Love is Strange
She is soaked, dripping wet with need and I know exactly what she deserves.
Grabbing my jeans, I retrieve my wallet and get the condom out. Cliché, I know, but fuck it. I slip it on and then get to my feet.
“Stay just like that, Emily. Move, and I’ll punish you.” I warn, ignoring the fact that I called her by her name. I place myself at her entrance, but before I can enter her, she moves forward. I don’t have to see her face to know she has a sexy smirk on it. Little Deviant. “Mmm. Strike one.”Smack.
“Yes!” She means loudly. Before she has the chance to move again, I thrust forward, eliciting an even louder moan than before. Her tight pussy fits around my cock perfectly and it's hard not to get caught up in the feel-good moment. After I catch my breath, and brace myself, I slowly pull out then thrust forward again, creating a slow rhythm she seems to enjoy.
“You feel so fucking good.” I say breathlessly as I pick up the pace. She reacts to my movements, moving on her own, helping me thrust harder and deeper. “Fuck, Em.”
I let go of one of her hips and twist my fingers into her hair, pulling her up until her back is flush against my stomach.
“Say my name.” I command.
“Ry—Ryan.” She whimpers as I squeeze her breast. I pull a little harder on her hair.
“Louder.” I growl in her ear while thrusting forward, hard.
“Ryan!” She practically screams.
“That’s it, Em.” I release her hair and push her forward until she is bent down, ass on full display.I’ll have that one day, too. I shake my head, riding it of future thoughts and focus on the now. I reach around and place my hand between her legs and begin to rub her swollen clit as I continue to fuck her. She is soaked, and it makes me smile knowing I made her that way.
I can feel her tighten around my dick as I rub faster and fuck her harder.
“Come for me, Pretty Dancer.”
On cue, she comes hard, her pussy like a boa constrictor on my dick. “Oh, God, yes!”
I can feel her knees start to give way as her body comes down from riding the waves of pleasure, so I help hold her up by the waist, not giving her the time to regroup. I can feel that oh so sweet familiar build and my balls tighten. I’m so close to letting go. Just one more…
“Fuuuck.” I growl, digging my fingers into her flesh as I spill my seed. My vice grip loosens when I pull out. I can feel her quiver when I do so which elicits a chuckle from me.
Emily stands up and turns to face me, all doe-eyed and glowing. Leaning up, she gives me a kiss. She actually kisses me.
“I’m going to get dressed and order some pizza if you want to stay and help me clean up a bit.”
“Yeah. Maybe I can have dessert after?” I quip. Emily giggles, raising an eyebrow.
“Depends on how much work you put in, Mister Styles.”
I spin my shirt around, then flick it at her bare ass. As I watch her walk away toward the hall, a small pang hits my heart. I don’t know if it’s guilt or a fucking heart attack, but I’m honestly hoping for the latter.
What am I doing?
F I F T E E N
EMILY
I gavein to something that was far beyond my control the second his lips touched mine the first time. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have indulged in him, but he was a piece of candy sent to me to cure this unknown sweet tooth. Unfortunately for me, one piece wasn’t enough.
I don’t feel guilty for allowing myself to wander off the straight and narrow path I’ve always walked on. I feel like I missed out on so much in my life because I wanted everything right away, fresh out of high school. The husband with a white picket fence. The family and dreams come true.
I still want all that, but they say you can't have your cake and eat it too. I want Dan, I love Dan. But I need Ryan right now too. He is breathing life back into my lungs and it feels like I’m alive for what feels like the first time in a long time. I don't want to give that up.
For now, I’ll keep Ryan my dirty little secret until I feel like I no longer need him in my life.
“Hey, Em?” Dan calls from the living room.
“In here!” I call back, taking the milk out from the fridge and pouring me a glass. When he doesn’t answer me, I walk into the living room.
