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“There's a box of condoms in the drawer,” I say with a nod to the small table next to my bed. “Get it.”
While Ryan reaches over for that, I take off my pants and boxer briefs. She rips the packaging, holding the ultra-thin condom in her hand. Her eyes never leave my erection as I get back on the bed, lying down next to her. Without a word, I take her hand and pull it towards me. Knowing what I want, she straddles me.
“Put it on,” I tell her.
She doesn't hesitate. Her touch nearly drives me over the edge as she rolls the condom down my shaft. Those green eyes flick up at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. I like being in control, but I would like for Ryan to think she's the one in control. I sit up, curl a finger under her chin, and pull her to me. I press my lips to hers, my hands reaching for the back of her thighs to tug her upwards just a little. That's all Ryan needs from me.
Her hand reaches down between us, taking my cock, and moving up and down twice before she guides my tip to enter her. Ryan lowers herself on me, a guttural groan erupting from her throat. God, she feels so good. Drops of water drip from the tips of her hair onto my chest, and she leans down to lick them off quickly. She braces her hands on my chest, moving her hips with the guidance of my hands. Ryan's slow at first, but once she finds a rhythm, she rides me hard and fast. Her breasts bounce, and I leave her hips to grasp them.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes. Her back arches as she tightens around me. Not yet, Ryan, I think with a sudden urge to see her back and those tattoos beneath me.
I grab her hips hard, so she can't move. She looks a little dazed as if she's lost in sex. I lift her off me, my hard cock swaying as I set her down next to me.
“Hands and knees, Ryan,” I demand.
She falls forward onto her hands, her breasts swinging from the movement. She already has her knees apart and waiting. I get off the bed and walk to the end, reaching forward to grab her hips, and pull her back. A yelp of surprise escapes her. With my fingers at the base of my shaft, I tease her by pushing in with my tip, pulling out and slipping further past it. By the third time, she moans almost angrily.
Over her shoulder, she says, “You really are a damn tease, aren't you?”
I chuckle, my tip barely inside her when I swiftly push all the way in. The comforter bunches under her grip, and she cries out. Ryan constricts around me. My fingertips curl into her skin on her hips as I tightly hold her in place as I begin to thrust, pulling out slowly, but driving in hard. Her tattoos on her back look lovely, a perfect view. Ryan starts pushing backwards against my thrusts, causing us to crash into one another.
The pressure builds, and I lose control as I bury myself into her repeatedly. Ryan gets tighter and tighter before she screams out with her climax, pulsing around me, and I come. My energy drains in my legs as we fall forward onto the bed, utterly and happily spent.
Chapter Eight
Ryan
I can't believe we just had sex. It was even better than the first time, and I loved that he was in control most of the time. It's different than what I'm used to, but I really liked it. Gabe got up to throw away the condom awhile ago, and now we're still lying in bed. I'm on my stomach, and his fingertips gently glide over my back tattoos as if it's a road and he needs to go down each one. Then I feel his lips press a kiss to my shoulder blade, right where my hummingbird should be. I look over my shoulder at him to see that his eyes are completely captivated by the path his fingers are on. For some reason, that causes me to laugh softly.
“Gabe, you act like you've never seen a tattoo,” I tease.
His eyes flick up to me, but then return to my back. “It's not that. I'm simply fascinated by yours, and I'm just now getting the chance to appreciate them.”
“Why don't you get one?”
His hand stops and lies flat on
my back as he places all of his attention on me. Gabe's eyes ever so slightly widen. He almost seems to be considering it, but then he shakes his head. “My mother would never let me in her house again.”
I roll over, his hand coming to lay on my stomach now. He glances at my exposed breasts for a moment. “You're worried about your mother?” I question with laughter in my voice, lifting an eyebrow at him.
Those skillful lips fall in a frown. “I care about what she thinks, Ryan.”
“So you're ready for her to meet me?”
Gabe looks at me with contempt, his lips in a stubborn line, which clearly tells me he isn't. I'm happy about that. After meeting his father, I rather not meet Gabe's mother. Before he can come up with an excuse, I continue.
“I think you should go with me to get my next one, and you should get one too.”
“I don't want one.”
“Really? You've never ever wanted to get a tattoo or are you hiding behind your mother's rules?”
“I'm twenty-five,” he starts in rebuttal.
“And a goody-two shoes. C'mon, Gabe. Get a tattoo with me.” The more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to have one. He would be even hotter with one.
His now dry curls shake with his head. “No. I don't want something on my body forever if you break my heart.” Gabe smiles to soften his blow, but it doesn't bother me one bit.
