I've been waiting over a month for this moment.
I've been dying to taste him, and now I am.
He thrusts up into my mouth, fucking my face slowly as I suck and lick, trying to keep up with his movements. Before long, I'm wanting more. I'm needing more. I want him inside of me, thrusting into my core, making me cry out, making me forget everything but the moment we're sharing.
Ryan produces a condom and slides it on quickly, never taking his eyes from mine. Pushing me down onto the blanket, he takes his turn being in control.
"Hands and knees. Now." His voice is commanding, controlling, domineering. I can't help but obey as I flip over and present myself to him: all of me.
He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto his cock. I break as he enters me, crying out with pleasure at the way he fills me completely. He thrusts in and out, quickly, passionately, like he needs this as much as I do.
One hand grips my hip. The other pulls my hair, yanking my head back so I can meet his eyes, so I can watch him watching me, so I can see the way this makes him feel.
And all I feel is pleasure to be locked in this moment with him.
6.
We're back, as promised, in time for supper. Despite spending the day alone in our own private world, alternating between swimming and fucking, I'm tense when Ryan and I get back to the house. It's not that I don't want to spend time with my mom and Darin. It's that I don't want to spend time thinking about Ryan being my new brother.
We both exchange knowing glances anytime my mom mentions "siblings" or how happy our "family" is going to be after the wedding. Though Ryan and I both live on our own, she has this idea that we're all going to be together on holidays and birthdays for the rest of our lives.
And it's pretty fucking weird that the only way I want to be together with Ryan is with his cock sliding deep into my pussy, claiming me as his own.
"Do you have any other plans for your summer break?" Mom asks Ryan, trying to get the conversation going.
"Just work." He says simply, taking a bite of his pasta, carefully avoiding eye contact with me. I know he's not stripping anymore, but I realize suddenly that I have no idea what he actually does.
"Where do you work?" Mom asks on cue.
"Ryan is the manager at a restaurant in Kansas City," Darin tells Mom. It's something I've heard him say before, but now I wonder if it's true. Ryan has a lot of secrets, obviously. Maybe his true profession is something that's going to remain a mystery.
"That's nice. I keep telling Ashley that she should work at a restaurant," Mom comments.
"Mom," I start. "I don't need help finding a job. My job is just fine."
She rolls her eyes, obviously displeased at my current position.
"What do you do?" Ryan asks, suddenly interested.
"She just works at a bookstore," Mom tells him before I can open my mouth. "I told her she'd make a lot more waiting tables and besides, she'd meet a lot more men."
Ryan's eyes twinkle and he comments, "Oh, I think Ashley does just fine meeting guys."
I squeeze his thigh, trying to get him to stop, but it just seems to egg him on.
"In fact," he continues, ignoring the way I'm sliding my hand up to his bulge, "She was telling me about this really hot guy she met about a month ago. What was his name again?"
Mom and Darin both look at me.
"Adam," I mumble, lying through my teeth, not being able to admit that I went with Sasha to a male revue. That's not really something you want your perfect, overbearing mother to know about, at least not when she's sold on trying to convince you to get married and have babies.
"How come I haven't heard about this?" Mom asks, a look of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
"He's away a lot for work," Ryan says quickly. "She probably just hasn't had a chance to introduce you yet."
Mom looks from me to Ryan and back again before smiling.
"Well, I'm glad there's someone special in your life, Dear," she manages to get out. I can tell from her forced grin that she's secretly pissed I didn't tell her. Not that there is actually anything to tell, since "Adam" doesn't exist and Ryan and I are not dating.