"What's wrong with my apartment?"
"Got a pen and paper? This could take a while."
I laughed at that, rolling her onto her back and kissing her until she forgot all about pen and paper and complaints and grievances about my apartment.
"You can do whatever you want to it," I said after and watched as she blinked up at me, eyelids heavy, lips swollen for all the right fucking reasons.
"Do whatever I want to what?" she asked, voice breathy and the sound shot right to my dick.
"To my apartment, honey. When we get back there, feel free to settle in."
"Ryan, we've only known each other a couple..."
"And it's enough," I cut her off.
"Enough for what?"
"Enough for me to know I'm serious about giving this a try. You can't give something a solid try if you don't welcome someone into your life. Take some closet space. Take some drawers. Bring over your knickknacks. Hire fucking painters, I don't care."
"Ryan, I have my own apartment..."
"And you can keep it until you feel as serious about me as I'm feeling about you. I get you need that safety net. But make no mistake, if this goes the way I want it to, that apartment is going to have someone else living in it pretty fucking soon."
Then she leaned down, hiding what was a sweet, shy little smile and pink cheeks, and planted a kiss right into the center of the last name on my family's coat of arms.
I didn't think she saw it like I did, but that was all the proof I needed. She could have kissed my lips, my cheek, my neck, the center of my chest. But she chose to kiss the emblem of my family, the thing that represented all I was.
That was why, when she finally passed out, I climbed out of bed and made a couple phone calls, making a plan to meet my father and brothers. Then after that, I called the girls.
Because if we wanted a future, I had to settle her past.
As soon as fucking possible.FOURTEENDustyI woke up early the next morning to Ryan leaning down where the blanket must have fallen down and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
To say it was an unexpected and pleasant way to be woken up would be an understatement.
Feeling my body jerk, he released the one wet, hardened nipple and looked up at me, devilish smile in place, then moved to take my other nipple into his mouth.
"Ryan, I..." I started, wanting to say that I needed to brush my teeth before anything went any further. Morning breath kisses, yeah, they were never sexy. From the looks of him, he had been up for a while and likely already had a chance to brush.
"Need me to get a taste of that sweet pussy again?" he asked, giving me a nod. "I know, honey. That's what I'm here for."
With that, his tongue traced down the center of my chest, pulling the blankets down and continuing down my stomach. And, really, when a man said something like that first thing in the morning when you were too sleep-weary to even muster the energy to object, you let him do what he pleased. Especially seeing as by doing that, he was promising another mind-numbing, soul-crushing orgasm.
As soon as he was done with that, though, I realized he was nowhere near done. I came to that conclusion because he sat back on his heels and his cock was hard and straining, a bead of precum at the tip, and promise in his eyes. Then he jumped back to the edge of the bed, getting his feet on the floor, and reaching up to snag my ankles, dragging me down toward him. He reached out to the side of me where I saw he had already tossed a condom.
But first...
I curled upward, my hands sinking into his hips, the high bed putting me at the perfect angle to lean in and lick the wetness off. He let out a hiss of breath, his hand going behind my head. "Fuck, Dusty," he growled as closed my lips closed around the swollen head and moved down his solid length, taking him as deep as the angle would allow then moving back up, raising my eyes to see his- intense, hungry.
I forgot how much I missed things like this- like having a man's pleasure completely at your mercy. To know you could make them lose control, fall apart, curse out your name like an oath.
"Fuck, honey that feels good," he groaned and, as if proving his point, I could feel him growing harder in my mouth as I worked him. "But I need to be inside you. Right now," he added as I heard the condom foil rip and he pulled me backward by my hair. I sucked as hard as I could until he was out of my mouth and he shook his head at me as he reached for his cock and slid the condom on.