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Rylan long ago became a pro at stripping me of my sports bra, and soon I was bare in front of him. But there was no awkwardness because it was Rylan. The boy turned man who knew every detail of my life, my body, and my thoughts.
“Still.” I ground, and he pressed his thigh firmer up into me. “We made promises.” I ground down on him again, my sensitive clit on fire.
With his finger, he directed my chin up to make me look at him. “That never changed anything for me. It’s been hell without you.”
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine again.
“I’ve missed you so much.” My hands wrapped around his strong shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, promising my clit that she’d get the attention she needed soon. “Down the hall to the left is the guest bedroom where I’m staying.”
I melted at his smile. The one he gave when he knew he’d gotten his way. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I just needed him inside me.
“Are you on the pill still?” he whispered in my ear as I played with his hair that he’d cut shorter since the last time I’d seen him.
“Um…”
He got us to the bedroom, and he lowered me until my feet touched the floor. Cradling my face in his hands, he locked his gaze with mine. “I can’t lie and say there hasn’t been anyone else, but I’ve always used a condom.”
I despised the thought of him with someone else. A part of me was screaming to stop this, to kick him out. The reasons we weren’t together were still there. But a larger part of me said that no matter what, when he left, I’d be hurt either way. At least I’d have one more memory of him to torture myself with once he was gone.
“Same,” I answered, except I was positive there’d been fewer other people on my side than his.
The jealousy that ignited in his eyes shouldn’t have made me happy. Rylan had always been clear about his feelings for me since we’d reached adulthood.
“Fuck, I hate the thought of some asshole having his hands on what’s mine.” His fingers hooked in the waistband of my joggers, and he yanked them down. I stepped out of them, leaving myself in a pair of blue thong panties.
“You have too many clothes on.” I slid my hands up the hem of his shirt until he grabbed it by the back neckline and pulled it off the rest of the way.
God, of course, he was more chiseled than I remembered. That was always the case with him. When we weren’t together, when I wasn’t a distraction, he’d always get stronger, trimmer, faster. Not that he ever mentioned it, but I was sure his coaches and trainers had noticed.
I flicked the button of his pants and slid the zipper over his prominent bulge.
“I love your hands,” he groaned.
His pants opened, and I pushed them down his legs. While my hand slid down the waistband of his pants, his hard dick rested heavy in my palm. Another strangled groan came from him, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. I loved hearing his noises.
I had no preparation before his lips met mine again, his tongue not requesting permission like moments before but plundering. We fell to the bed, and he lay on me, my hand continuing to pump his cock.
“I’m going to blow if you don’t stop.”
“Well…” I gave him a cheeky smile.
He removed my hand, shimmying out of his boxers and sliding down the bed. “Hell no. I wanna come deep inside you. Remind you who you belong to.” His hands glided up my bare thighs and he peeled my thong from my body before nestling between my legs. “After you come first of course.”
The devilish glint in his eyes made promises I knew he’d deliver on. One swipe of his tongue and my hands flew to his head, my fingers twisting his hair as my head fell back to the pillows. He continued his assault on my clit, sucking and twirling and making me lose control.
“More,” I begged.
Knowing my body so well, he teased me with the tip of his finger. “This?” He thrust it inside me, curling it so it brushed my G-spot.
“Yes!” I cried out, arching my back.
“More? Tell me how many fingers you want, baby.”
“God, yes, another.”
He pushed in another finger and arched them inside me while his tongue and mouth continued to devour me.
“Oh, Ry, oh god, I’m coming.” My back lifted from the mattress.
