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I ride his hand until the first burst of my orgasm hits. He pulls me in closer, and my forehead falls to his shoulder as the friction of his wrist hitting my clit sends another shock through my system. I cry out, muffling myself in the comfort of his chest so I don’t wake the whole neighborhood.
When my head stops spinning and I finally come to, I can only release a half laugh, half sigh. “Jesus, Ryan.” He holds up my exhausted, boneless body, rubbing my back and shoulders until my breath calms and I come back down to earth.
After a minute of soaking in his tender caresses, my senses come back, and I shift, feeling him still hard beneath me. I pull back, searching for his eyes and expecting to see the same fire I feel, but instead, find longing.
“Are you going to be alright?”
I ignore his question, instead wanting to show him just howalrightI feel. I shimmy off his lap and immediately fall to my knees, reaching for the band of his joggers. To my utmost surprise, he stills my hands.
“You don’t have to do this. This isn’t why I came over here tonight.”
He has no idea how fully aware of that fact I am. I know that if I stood and offered him a hand, he’d let me walk him to my door without a second thought. And tomorrow, he’d treat me the same. Because for the first time in a hell of a long time, possibly the first time in forever, I have a man who gives more than he takes.
I smile and shake my head, hands once again curling around the waistband of his pants and briefs to usher them down, and this time, he lets me.
As soon as the waist clears his thighs, his thick cock springs to life, and I’m speechless.
It turns out every part of Ryan is big.
His eyes darken as he watches me intently. Once his pants are around his ankles, he adjusts his position, widening his legs and raising a fist to wrap around his massive cock. He strokes in slow, smooth succession, and I watch the act completely mesmerized.
“Like what you see, firecracker?”
His voice rings out through the otherwise silent room, sparking me back to life. I swallow a dry swallow and nod. I’ve never sat and watched a man pleasure himself before, but I’m certain I could sit here and get off to the image of Ryan. Hell, I could probably sit and watch Ryan do the most mundane task and still get myself off to the sight of it.
I rise to my knees, running my hands up the tops of his thighs before meeting his hands and pushing him away. Wrapping his cock in my hand I stroke once, twice, mimicking his motions, before leaning in and swirling my tongue around the tip.
He groans, letting his head fall back against the sofa, face pointed to the ceiling as I continue. I take him in as far as I can go before pulling out, licking a long swipe from his shaft to the end, finding the tip again, all the while continuing to pump my fist.
He sits up, hissing through clenched teeth as he gathers my hair up and out of his way.
“I’ve come to the thought of your mouth wrapped around my cock so many times,” he starts, “I had no idea that real life would feel this fucking good.”
I chuckle, as much as I can with him stuffed in my mouth, anyway.
“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing I’ve imagined you bent in every position, in every room of my house. At work. In my truck. There isn’t a place we haven’t done it, where I haven’t imagined my face between those sweet legs.”
I whimper at his confession. Fuck me. If he’s going to continue like this, I won’t be able to help myself. I adjust my position on the floor, leaning my body closer to him to run a free hand up his abs, feeling the smooth muscle that leads down in a V to where my head bobs. Everything about him is sinful. His inky hair, his muscles, the dirty words that come out of his mouth, and the soothing words that follow.
He leans forward, letting me adjust my position once again before he reaches a long arm down, grasping my breast before moving to my shorts. Deft fingers slip inside, going right for the place I so desperately need him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re soaked.” He slips two fingers inside, and my body welcomes him as if he didn’t just get me off. As if thirty seconds ago I didn’t ride his fingers like they were his cock and had a mind-blowing orgasm from it.
He uses his free hand to wrap around the back of my head, guiding me in and out as he pumps his hips. We somehow find our smooth rhythm, his hands pumping in and out of me at the same rhythm he moves his hips, and I find myself racing towards a second orgasm. God, I hope he’s just as close.
My motions become sloppy as the tingling begins deep in the base of my belly and spreads through my legs like wildfire. I come on a moan, crushing my eyes shut and pausing my movements as my orgasm takes over.
“Fuck, Lainey,” Ryan grunts as he jacks his hips, rushing to find his release. I grip him again, pumping my hand, moving closer into his lap to let him know that I want to take every last drop he will give me.
He comes with a roar, his hips twitching off the sofa once, twice, before hot come sweeps over my tongue. I swallow a satisfied smile, dying inside knowing now how this man sounds when he comes.
He gently pulls out, chest still rising with each heavy pant. With rough, shaking hands he pulls his pants back up, and I turn for a second to look around the room for my shirt. Now that I’ve pulled away, the cool air fills the space between our bodies, and I shiver. Before I have time to move to grab my tee, Ryan reaches a broad hand over to curl around my bicep, hauling me up and into his lap.
He cradles me in his embrace, a hand coming up to rest along my jaw, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the apple of my cheek.
“Fuck,” he says again, his hot breaths hitting my face. He doesn’t need to say more. Even if he did, I doubt I could respond after the two mind-melting orgasms he delivered.
Instead, I press my lips against his and kiss him. He kisses me back, slow and sleepy, fingertips dancing up and down my arm, soothing me to the point where I’m subdued, and sleep is calling.
