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Opening my mouth, I try and say something, anything, but the words die on my tongue as Ryan climbs on the bed and pulls my legs apart–the cold air hitting my core, causing a fresh wave of need to come to the surface.
With a devilish smirk, he runs his hands up my legs, and I feel everything. His touch is filled with all the possibilities of what could be, but never will. And if I can have this, just this, then I’ll take it and keep it forever. Because the look in his eyes right now has me wishing I could have all of him, but I know I never will.
This is a fantasy. It’s just two people escaping into each other.
“Stay like that. Don’t move.” The roughness of his voice washes over me, and I close my legs, wishing that’s where he was. “I said don’t move.” Gripping my ankles, he pulls my legs apart again, and stares down at me with a look of power, control, and lust in his eyes. Swirling together, his blue eyes mimic the stormy seas in the paintings he has hanging in his room, and I’m lost at sea.
This man has me captivated, and if he were to drag me under the waves with him, I’d welcome the black seas like I welcome my next breath–without question or hesitation.
Releasing my ankles, he stands at his full height of 6’3”–towering over me as he starts to undress.
Slowly, Ryan undoes the buttons of his shirt, letting me savor the moment as long as I can. He knows I love seeing him like this. I practically eat him alive with my eyes every time I see him in his uniform.
A grunt of disappointment escapes my lips when he pulls his shirt off and all I’m greeted with is a white t-shirt.
Smirking, he reaches behind his neck and pulls it off in one swift motion–in that way only a man can make sexy.
My eyes are glued to his body, watching his muscles flex with his movements. I wish I wasn’t restrained so I could rake my nails down his chest and abs–feeling him, marking him, watching him shudder under my touch.
All I can do is watch, though. I watch him slip the braided leather of his duty belt free, and remove the whole thing from around his hips. Placing it on the floor, I watch him undo the belt and button on his pants, the sound of the zipper opening making my insides clench.
Bending, Ryan unlaces his boots and kicks them off, taking his socks with them. Shoving his pants and boxers down, he straightens, and I’m met with the most glorious piece of equipment he carries besides his gun.
Stroking himself from base to tip, a low moan escapes me as his thumb rubs a circle around his crown, spreading the beads of white that escape. My mouth waters, and my tongue darts out, sliding it across my bottom lip before biting it. I wish I could taste him.
“You got yourself off today, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice husky and strained. I nod once, and his eyes seem to darken and swirl even more. “Did you pretend it was me? Did you wish it were me here to do it? Or did you like reading my words, reading everything I would do to you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, answering all of his questions.
“But I did tell you you’d be punished for touching yourself before I got home. So now you can’t touch me. You have to take everything I give you, and every time you pull on your restraints, you’ll just be met with the harsh bite of the cuffs.”
Pinching my eyes closed, I tilt my head back into the pillows and pull on my restraints, the cold metal resisting me. Damn it! This is either going to be fucking torture, or the best sex of my life. Either way, I just need him to relieve the knot I’ve had in my stomach since I woke up without him next to me.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.” He smiles wickedly, teasing me. “I want you to see what you can’t touch.”
Fuck. Me.
Stroking his length, Ryan puts one knee on the bed and grabs my ankles again, bending my legs up and apart as he crawls over me. Leaning forward, he runs his hands up my thighs, hips, and ribcage before gripping my breasts. With rough, hard squeezes, he pushes them up towards my chin, and then rubs my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
I moan loudly and grip the bars tightly, the sound of the metal cuffs against the metal bars filling my ears. His tongue sears my skin with its heat as he circles my right nipple, taking it deep into his mouth, feeling the pull all the way to my core.
He trails hot kisses down my torso, across my hips, and lingers right in the middle. Frustrated that he stopped, I look down at him with a hardened stare.
“Sorry, sweetheart, did you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” I hiss out between clenched teeth. He can’t fucking be serious.
Smirking, he lowers his head again, and licks the creases between my legs and the apex of my thighs–so close, and yet so far from where I need him.
He bites my inner thigh and I groan, trying to pull myself away from him, but he just holds my legs down harder.
Ryan runs his palms down my inner thighs and then around to grip my ass, lifting my hips off the bed as he settles between my legs. I feel him there, so close, just a little push and he’ll be inside.
“All I thought about today was you, in my house, touching yourself. Coming because of me.” He slips the tip past my soaking wet folds, and I moan. “I couldn’t wait to leave. I couldn’t wait to touch you.” He pushes in a fraction of an inch. “Kiss you.” A little more. “Be inside of you.” He slams all the way in, and I scream out–feeling him stretch me, fill me.
He slams into me relentlessly, breaking me open to make room for him.
My nails dig into my palms as I pull against the bars so hard, it feels like I could either bend the metal bedframe, or break my wrists. Whichever gets me closer to touching him, I don’t care.
