He surrounds my bud, sucking it into his mouth, and instantly bucking me off the bed.
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my head back into his pillows.
Looking down, I watch his lips slide into a smile as his tongue darts out, tasting my sensitive skin with appreciative licks.
He’s smiling. Smiling while going down on me.
I’ve never felt something so all-consuming as Ryan Shay’s tongue on my body.
Long but controlled strokes taste every inch of me. He groans, sucking, tasting, and teasing me. Hands over my thighs, he pulls me into his mouth, as if he can’t get close enough. His tongue, with controlled precision, focuses its attention on my clit, alternating between flicking it and pulling it into his mouth.
I moan. I cry. I’m entirely under this man’s control because I’m fairly certain I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Tilting me off the bed, his tongue forms a long, wet path from ass to clit.
I jolt in surprise, but find myself loving the sensation, never once being tasted with such detail. “Fuck, Ryan.”
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“My name. Say it again. I want to hear it while my tongue is buried inside of you. I want you to remember you’re mine. So, say my name again.”
Peering down, Ryan looks up at me, watching and waiting for my words, those hands I love so much hooked around my thighs.
I sit up, bending my knees to pull my dress over my head, gaining his undivided attention.
“Ryan,” I draw out in as innocent a tone as I can manage. “I’m yours to do with as you please.” Unhooking my bra, I drop it to the ground too. Slowly. Deliberately. “Use me however you please.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” His head falls in defeat, but not before those blue-green eyes darken to pools of navy. “You’re going to make me come from humping the side of this bed and looking at you.”
I find his hips, grinding into the mattress and can’t help but smile from that.
Stroking his hair, I scrape my nails against his scalp. “Please make me come.”
“So polite tonight, baby.” He kisses my inner thigh, working his way back down to my pussy. A single hand reaches up and squeezes my tit, rolling my nipple before his index and middle fingers dust my lower lip, asking for entrance. “Open your mouth for me and suck.”
I take them in my mouth, sucking them as if they were a different part of his body.
“Yes.” Ryan’s jaw slacks, watching me.
Rolling my tongue down the length of them, I twirl it around his fingertips, then suck them all the way until they touch the back of my throat.
“Goddamn,” he exhales in admiration. “You should see the picture you painted in my head. You’re going to look so pretty on your knees for me.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth. “But first, lie down and come on my tongue like the obedient girl I know you are.”
As he pushes me back down to the mattress, his mouth finds me once again in sync with his wet fingers. It’s the first time he’s really touched me without my own fingers in the way, and the sensation is almost too much. He strokes me in tandem with his mouth before he slides them inside, curling forward and finding my G-spot without much effort.
I gasp when he strokes it at the perfect pace.
For a man who hasn’t been with a woman in years, he sure as shit doesn’t seem out of practice.
“You’re so fucking tight, Ind.” He admires his own fingers pushing in and out of me. “So fucking perfect.”
A rush of heat floods to my lower belly, my pussy fluttering.
He feels incredible. Skilled. Beautiful between my legs and when his fingers slide inside and stroke my front wall once again, every muscle in my body contracts with my impending release.
I’m half a second from coming when Ryan pulls away, his fingers slowing in speed and easing my orgasm off.
“Ryan,” I whine. “No. No, don’t stop.”
“Tell me you’re not moving out.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You want to come? Tell me you’re not moving out.”
I writhe in aching need, trying to push my hips into his single finger as I search for my release.
“Ryan, you need to ice your knee. Please make me come so I can take care of you.”
“Tell me you’re not moving out and I’ll do exactly that.”
Who am I kidding? I’m not going anywhere, especially now that I know how he looks between my thighs. How soft yet rough his tongue feels.
“Come on, Blue. Tell me what I need to hear.”
He blows a breath against my clit, bringing me closer once again.
“I’m…” I struggle to breathe, my orgasm lingering on the edge. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The bastard has the audacity to smirk.
“Please,” I beg.
“Is this how I keep you polite? Teasing you with an orgasm?”
“Shut up and make me come.”
His chest rumbles with a laugh before he adds a finger, sucks me into his mouth, and sends me free-falling into an orgasm-induced oblivion.
It’s the sound coming from him that does it for me. The laughter, the ease on his face. The handsome smile he wears that I didn’t see much of when I first moved in. Seeing Ryan relaxed with me is what drops me over the edge.
His mouth works me through it as my thighs tighten around his cheeks, my back arching off the bed. He doesn’t stop. He continues to lick me, taste me as if he’s fully prepared to stay there all night.
My body goes limp on the mattress, fully satisfied and sated. I can’t help but smile when I think about the fact that just weeks ago, I thought my body was broken. It’s sure as shit not broken, and it’s not a distraction I needed, but it was him.
Ryan licks my arousal, tasting it from his lips with a proud smile and a slap of my ass. “My favorite kind of mess.”
“Physical touch,” I exhale, somehow finding the strength to speak.
“What was that?”
“Physical touch. I think your love language might be physical touch.”
He blows out a sexy laugh. “Yeah, baby, I think you might be right.”
His hooded eyes roam my body, and with that appreciative stare, I feel no need to hide. Truthfully, I’ve never felt the need to hide with Ryan Shay. Since the first day I got here, I’ve been unapologetically myself.
He stands at the end of the bed, palms coasting over my thighs.
“How’s it feeling?” I nod towards his leg.
“Ind, you’re still dripping, and you’re worried about my knee?”
“Who said I was asking about your knee?”
An impressive little smirk tugs on his lip. “If you’re referring to my knee, it’s all right. If you’re talking about my dick, it’s painfully hard.”
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I keep my legs open around him. A single hand takes my face, fingers pushing into my hair as he tilts my chin up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
He moans into me. “I fucking love kissing you.”
I sweep my tongue into his mouth, swallowing his noises.
While we’re occupied, I fiddle with the belt on his pants. My fingers graze the dusting of hair above his waistband and Ryan’s stomach tightens from my touch.