This was definitely not how Lucy expected this night to end, wide open on the kitchen counter being screwed out of her mind by a hockey player with the most amazing body she had ever seen. This was Ryan, the goofball guy who lived next door to her friend. Or at least it had been. The Ryan fucking her senseless was not the man she had known for the past two years. This Ryan was bold and sexy and a real man who was winding her tighter and tighter with every thrust.
Ryan's fingers tightening against her thigh, his movements erratic, his groans more desperate.
"Ryan, I'm so close."
He pushed her harder and harder until she was right on the edge before he finally sent her crashing over in a wave of pleasure. He growled against her skin, thrusting one more time until his body tensed and he stilled against her.
Ryan ducked his head, his muscles starting to loosen up as he gently let go of her leg. His hand slapped against the counter as he tried desperately to steady his breath and calm himself down. She leaned forward, his hair teasing the tops of her breasts so she could feel his warm breath against her skin. It was quiet except for their panting as they each tried to let their bodies return to normal.
"That was pretty mind-blowing," she told him.
He gave her a small chuckle. "Yeah."
His hand skimmed the side of her thigh as he gently pulled out of her and gave her a small smile. Then he grabbed his shorts off the floor and went into the bathroom.
Lucy closed her eyes, wondering what she had started with this. Ryan was not her type. He wasn't what she usually wanted. But her type, the men she usually wanted, never did that to her before.
She began looking around at the mess they had made. His boxers and shirt were haphazardly tossed on the floor. Her dress was still on — sort of. The top and bottom had both kind of pooled around her stomach from Ryan's earlier exploration of her breasts before he shoved her skirt up to have his way with her. She had to admit it was kind of hot that he screwed her with her dress still on. Her panties were definitely still on the floor. She just wasn't sure where.
She hopped down from the counter, her legs almost buckling under her before she was able to get her bearings. Then she pulled her dress down and straightened out the skirt before beginning to pull up the top to cover herself up again.
"Aw, I liked those."
Lucy turned to see a shirtless Ryan with his shorts on and looking at her with a sad puppy dog face that he was definitely exaggerating for comedic effect. She teasingly rolled her eyes and started to pull the straps up but was having trouble trying to retie them. It wasn't easy to do with her dress on her body.
"Hold on, let me help."
Ryan only had to take a few steps to get to her, gently taking the straps from her hands before he began to tie them. She could feel his fingers brush against her skin and what was once hot and fiery had become cool and calming. It made her think that perhaps doing what they had done together wasn't a bad thing. At the very least, she had no feelings of regret about what she had done.
Ryan moved to the other side of her, tying the second strap before gently pressing his lips against her bare shoulder, this time more deliberate and less rushed. Then he ran his hand down her arm, grabbing her fingers as he pulled away from her. He had a smile on his face now that was big and warm, flirtatious and happy. That was the best word she could use to describe it. He looked happy.
He gave her hand a gentle tug and led her over to the couch in the living room, sitting first before pulling her down next to him. She snuggled into his side, letting him put his arm around her as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I didn't realize you were a cuddler," she said.
"I'm an amazing cuddler."
He said it very matter-of-fact as he began to play with her long hair, brushing it off her shoulder. There was a confidence about him now that had been missing, that hockey star swagger returning to him. This was the Ryan that Lucy knew, but it also wasn't. Instead of being annoyed by his bravado, she found it endearing and maybe a bit attractive. There was something to be said about a confident man who had a reason to be confident.
But there was also the fact that they had known each other for almost two years. Obviously not like this, but they still had a friendly relationship before this. And then some weird sexual tension showed up yesterday that they definitely got rid of tonight.
"Hey," she said quietly. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
Ryan sighed and kissed the top of her head. "Is it OK if I say not yet?"
"It's OK."
And it really was. Maybe a good night's sleep would help her clear her head a bit or straighten out her thoughts on all of it. For now, in this moment, she liked things the way they were. Lucy snuggled in closer, resting her hand on his chest. Damn, she loved his hard muscles under her fingers.
"Can I stay here for just a few minutes?"
Ryan laughed a little. "Yeah, you can."
He reached over and grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch, covering both of them. Then he put his arms around her and pulled her against his body. That was the last thing Lucy remembered before she fell asleep.
