“No, leave the jersey on,” he rasps. I meet his eyes and can see the molten heat in them. He looks near feral and toeing the line from losing all sense of control.
Hmm, let’s see what we can do about that.
I push him back a step and his brows furrow in confusion. I smirk as I work the straps of my tank top down my arms underthe jersey. After some maneuvering, I shimmy the tank top down my hips and step out of it, leaving the jersey in place, open and revealing the lacy black bra underneath.
“Fuck. Why was that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?” he groans before retaking his position, pressing me up against the door. He shoves the jersey down one of my arms, leaving my whole shoulder bare. He works kisses down, down, down. A hand comes up and grabs my breast over my bra, giving it a firm squeeze. I let out another soft moan at the feeling and he groans in response. My hips move forward, grinding into his, seeking out the friction he was giving me back at the stadium.
He kisses his way back up until his lips brush my ear. “Do you want to come, Isa?”
“Ryan, please,” I whine as he traces his hands over the bare skin of my waist.
I feel the curve of his smile before he pulls back to look at me. “Can I?” he asks before I register his hands hovering around the waistband of my denim shorts. I nod emphatically, and he lets out a chuckle in response. “Words, Isa.”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “God, yes.”
He smirks before making quick work to undo the button and zip on my shorts, gently nudging them down over my hips until they drop to the floor. I step out of them and kick them further into the room behind him.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans when he sees the matching lacy black thong. He drops his lips to mine, tilting my head back with one hand to give him better access to deepen the kiss. His other hand trails back down my waist until he meets the waistband of my underwear. He drags his fingertips lightly across my pelvic bone and a shiver wracks my body in anticipation. Ever so slowly he drags his fingers down the fabric until he just barely brushes up against where I need him most. I would be embarrassed by the whimper that leaves me if I wasn’t so out of my mind right now.
“Ryan, stop teasing,please,” I beg, pulling away from his mouth, after he makes another ghosting pass over my clit.
He chuckles before burying his face into my neck again. “Only because you asked so nicely.” With that, he dips his fingers under my waistband and trails his fingers down until he reaches my center. “God, Isa, you’re so wet.” He swipes his fingers through the slickness. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp out in answer when he slowly circles my clit.
“Fuck, Isa. I’m so obsessed with you,” he groans into my neck as he continues to swipe over my clit, increasing his pace when I tilt my hips to press further into his hand.
He drags his finger down away from my clit, and I cry out at the loss, but not even a breath later he slips one finger inside me and shifts so he can continue to circle my clit with his thumb. He swallows the gasp I release.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can feel you clenching over my finger. You’re going to feel like heaven clenching like that on my cock.” He curls his finger until he hits that spot no one ever hits. Hell, I can barely ever hit it myself.
“More, Ryan. I need more.”
“What do you say?” he purrs.
“Please,” I moan as he strokes that spot again.
“God, I love hearing you beg.” He slips a second finger in with the first and continues to thrust inside me, curling to hit that spot with each thrust. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,yes, don’t stop,” I gasp as I feel the pressure building, licking up my spine.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
It only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers and swipes of his thumb before I’m coming apart, shaking in his arms and crying out his name. He loops an arm firmly around my waist, holding me up as my knees give out, while his other hand continues to wring out every ounce of pleasure from my body.
When I start to finally come down from the orgasm, forehead resting against his shoulder as I catch my breath, he removes his hand from my panties and grips under my thighs, lifting me up. My legs go around his waist on instinct. He turns and carries us to his bedroom where he tosses me softly onto his bed. I’m laid back staring up at him through my orgasm-induced haze as he reaches behind him to tear his shirt up and over his head, throwing it across the room. He reaches down and quickly undoes his jeans and kicks them off. I barely have a moment to take in the size of his hard length fighting for release from his boxer briefs before he’s positioned over me and pressing me down into the bed.
“You’re so fucking incredible.” He drops his mouth down onto mine and completely consumes my mouth. At this point he owns it. After several long moments, he pulls back to catch his breath and rests his forehead against mine, eyes closed. “I want to fuck you so bad. But I’m not going to.”
“I—What? Why not?”
He pulls back enough that I can see the conviction in his eyes. “I want to do this thing right with you. I don’t want to fall straight into bed with you the first night anything remotely sexual happens,” he says with a chuckle as he glances around where we currently are: the bed. “Okay, we may have fallen into bed literally, but I’m still not fucking you right now. I want to take things slow.”
“Some would say we’ve already done slow,” I retort with a smirk.
He kisses me until the smirk melts from my lips. “Brat,” he teases. “You know what I mean. I want to enjoy this. I’ve been dreaming of this since I met you, and I don’t want to rush it. We have all the time in the world.”
I smile at the meaning in his words. He doesn’t want us to fool around for a while. He wants this to last. He’s serious aboutthis. Us. “Okay, fine. But why are we both half naked in your bed if you don’t intend to fuck me?”
