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The erotic thoughts never ended, just a continuous, endless loop in my head of the highlights. After a decade of secretly wondering what it would be like to be with April, I couldn’t turn it off so easily. My brain clearly had a lot to process.
Emotionally, it was a roller coaster. After remembering one particularly hot moment between us, I’d grin into the dark room. Give myself a mental high five. And then, one second later, my brain would scream ‘that’s your best friends’ little sister,’ and guilt would gnaw at my stomach.
On at least ten different occasions I made the decision to call off the arrangement first thing in the morning. Each time though, I came to the same conclusion precisely one minute later. It was already too late. What was done was done. We’d already crossed the line, and the exact number of times that we enjoyed each other sexually seemed highly irrelevant at this point. We might as well go all in, and, as April had implied, get it out of our systems for good.
After tonight, I wasn’t so sure a few days would do the trick; we had a lot of history to fuck our way through.
CHAPTER NINE
April
Ryan leaned over me, pinning me to the floor and holding my wrists in one strong hand, while his other hand ran lightly over my ribcage and down across my abdomen. Lower and lower. I spread my legs and arched into his touch. He was close to pushing those fingers into my pussy and making me come. So, so close.
My eyes shot open at some indistinct sound outside my window. Reality set in, and I groaned at the interruption and swore into my pillow. It had been such a good dream, too. I’d had countless sex dreams about Ryan Gardner over the years, but now that I had real life experience to draw from, fucking in the flesh had been way better. Vivid and intense rather than some vague and cloudy impression.
It was hard to believe that after last night I’d still be so desperate for him, but I was. We’d lit some kind of fuse, and it was still burning like crazy. I had wanted him the second we’d gone into our separate rooms last night, and it had been a challenge to stay put.
Ryan was right, we needed to keep some distance if this was going to work. A physical, sexual tryst was fine. An emotional, intimate connection was not.
I laid in bed for another ten minutes, wide awake and my body still very much worked up from my aborted sex dream, when I realized that I no longer needed to suffer or take matters into my own hands like I usually did. The real deal was laying just across the hall from me. And according to my phone, it had been over nine hours since our last sexual escapade. We’d given ourselves plenty of “space”, and we only had a limited time together, after all.
I slid from my bed and carefully opened my door. The cabin was quiet, and Ryan’s door was shut, so I was sure that he was still in bed, too. It wasn’t like there was any reason to get up early. I tiptoed over to his door and eased it open. Luckily, none of the doors in the crappy cabin had locks, and surprisingly, they didn’t creak, either.
I peeked in and bit my bottom lip. Ryan was sprawled out on his back on the bottom bunk, and very much shirtless. The blanket was tangled around his waist, so I couldn’t be sure, but it looked as though he might be naked down there, as well.
I smiled to myself.Perfect.
He hadn’t stirred when I came in, so I crept closer. Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled off my pajamas once more, ignoring the chill in the room as I quietly lowered myself onto the edge of the bed. I stared for a long moment, taking in his gorgeous, muscular body, before tentatively reaching out to run my fingers lightly over his hard abs and follow the line of his happy trail. In the early morning light streaming through the small window, he looked extra sexy, and everything else faded into the background when I glanced a little lower and saw an erection starting to tent the covers.
Suddenly a large hand wrapped around my wrist, and I squeaked in surprise. I froze, feeling like I’d gotten caught leering at him. Which, essentially, I had. I turned my head and met Ryan’s eyes. They were slumberous and dark.
Neither of us spoke, but Ryan dropped his gaze to take in my lack of clothes. I saw the briefest moment of indecision in his eyes, then he tugged on my hand and swiftly pulled me down on top of him. As I readjusted myself to straddle him over the blanket, I could feel that he was now fully erect. I wasn’t sure how much was from me, and how much was because it was morning wood, but I didn’t care.
“Did you dream about me too?” I whispered, bending to nuzzle the warm, fragrant curve of his neck. I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, they just slipped out before I could stop them. My dream was still fresh in my mind, and had given me a head start. I was hoping that he was on the same page.
“Maybe,” he said, already out of breath as I ground against him. “Why, what exactly were you dreaming about in there?”
“How about I show you.” I scooted lower, pushing the covers out of my way as I settled between Ryan’s legs and took his stiff shaft in my hand.
I stroked his length, and he groaned in response. When I took him into the warm wetness of my mouth and slid my lips all the way down to the base, lodging him in my throat, he tangled his fingers in my hair and exhaled a harsh“fuck, that feels good”.
I hummed around his dick as I sucked and licked every inch and curled my tongue around the head before sliding deep again, loving this bit of power I held over him. I repeated the process, again and again, until his fingers tightened against my skull and his hips started thrusting up to meet the downward glide of my mouth.
My pussy pulsed with need, and I dropped my free hand between my legs, moaning my own desire around his shaft as an abundance of slick moisture coated my fingers. I rubbed my aching, throbbing clit, giving it the pressure and friction that bundle of nerves needed to get me where I needed to go. As my orgasm swelled inside me, I swallowed Ryan’s cock more eagerly.
“Jesus,” he rasped, the muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening. “I’m so fucking close to coming.”
God, so was I. He released his hold on my head, giving me the chance to retreat, but I only sucked him down harder, deeper, wanting to watch him unravel for me. His hands gripped the fitted sheet below him, his hips jerked upward, and with a low, guttural growl he erupted into my mouth. For the first time ever, I swallowed everything, and that seemed to drive him even more crazy as he cursed and his entire body shuddered with the force of his release.
I released him from my mouth and sat up between his legs, spreading my thighs so he had a view of my slick pussy and could watch me come, too. He was breathing hard as he came down from his own climax, but his dark eyes were on me as my fingers stroked my clit faster, harder, and I chased the desire bubbling up inside me. I reached up with my free hand and pinched one of my taut nipples, and that enjoyable jolt of pain zipped down to my sex and finally triggered my orgasm.
I dropped my head back, arching my body and moaning wildly as that sublime pleasure engulfed me, until I was gasping for breath and finally collapsed beside Ryan on the bed.
He rolled to his side and met my heavy-lidded gaze. “Jesus, Christ, April. Everything about that was so fucking hot.”
If I had any energy left, I’d preen a little at his rare bit of praise, but all I could manage was a satisfied hum of agreement.
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