“This is torture. Let me touch you,” I beg.
“Put one hand between your legs,” he orders. “I want to see how wet you are for me.”
I slide it down my body and rub my clit to the same rhythm as his motions.
“Good girl. Build it up slowly.”
I’ve never had a man watch me touch my pussy or stared at him jerking off before, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t unimaginably sexy. Watching him while pleasuring myself is like a habit forming drug.
“Now pinch your nipple with the other hand,” he demands.
I cup my breast and squeeze before pinching the hard bud. The double sensation makes it hard to keep my eyes on him though I don’t want to look away. Moaning as the climax builds, my pussy tightens as I grow closer to the edge.
“Spread your legs wider. I want to see the come spill out of you.”
“Oh my God…” I pant and obey him. Ryan ordering me in a deep, demanding voice nearly has me combusting on command.
He moves his eyes from my breasts, to my pussy, then back to my gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to take all of me in at the same time.
“Jesus Christ…” he hisses as he increases his speed.
His other hand balls into a fist as if he’s trying to calm himself down. It’s so damn sexy watching him struggle with his self-control, and if the thick vein in his cock is any indication, he’s close to his own release.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, arching my back as the intense sensations roll through me.
“Let me see, Angel.”
I squeeze my eyes tight as I step over the ledge. Fireworks shoot through me as I ride the wave of pleasure and moan his name.
“Fuck, yes. I love hearing you say my name like that.”
When I open my eyes, he’s no longer standing next to me. Instead he’s kneeling between my legs on the couch and towering over me like he’s about to devour me.
Hell to the motherfucking yes.
Ryan’s hand lowers to my pussy, then slides up my slit and coats his finger with my arousal. I watch as he brings it to his mouth and slowly sucks it.
My body shudders at the prospect of what’s to come. This is a side of Ryan I’ve never seen, and I have a feeling not many have. The thought makes me smile because I want this part of him all to myself.
“I can’t wait to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Then everyone will know I was inside you.” He nips my skin before he sucks below my collarbone.
“You want people to know?” I ask as his cock brushes my pussy, and I instinctively arch my hips to feel more of him.
“I don’t give two shits who knows, Kendall,” he whispers in my ear. “This is just sex, remember? Hard, rough, passionate sex. You okay with that?”
Another shudder.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Stop torturing me now.”
He smiles against my neck as he sucks the soft skin. “Why do you taste so good all over?”
“Ryan…” I warn. Getting impatient, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me. “Fuck me. Hard and rough, like you said. I want it.” I’m nearly begging at this point, hell—I am begging. Being teased by him is worse than the years I spent pining over him in private. Watching him from afar and spending years in his presence but never having the courage to admit my feelings has no comparison.
He pulls back until he lines my entrance with his dick and slaps the tip against my clit before sliding down and thrusting in.
And just like that, I know I’ll never only want just sex with him. It doesn’t matter though. We made a deal and Ryan isn’t ready for anything more than that. So I’ll enjoy every second and live in the moment instead.
“Fuuuuuuck, Kendall,” he growls before sliding out, then roughly back in.
Our hips rock against each other as the buildup gets stronger. His muscles flex as his body moves, and I can’t help admiring how fit and sexy he is. He manages to slide in deeper, and I nearly lose my breath as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Ryan wraps his palm around my throat, and I instinctively tense up.
“I’m only going to press on the side of your esophagus. It won’t hurt,” he explains. “Are you okay with that?”
The fact that Ryan can fuck me into blindness and then ask for permission before going too far makes him even sexier.
“Yes,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
He smirks, then lowers his mouth to mine. “My only desire is to pleasure you, Angel.”
With his hand around my throat, Ryan worships my body as he forms a rhythm and hits the right spot every damn time.