My body spasms as I grab for his hair, my other hand holding tight to the dresser.
“You’re gonna come in my mouth,” he orders. “Here. Now. Fast as you can. Get yourself there. This isn’t a marathon, it’s a sprint. Run with me, Tess. Fucking fly.”
His words spin me up and I’m already aching as he descends, devouring me with all the skill of a man who was born to please a woman, a man who craves control. And I want to give it to him. In this moment, I want to be what he needs. This is what I love about sex with an attentive partner—their pleasure becomes your pleasure, and yours becomes theirs.
“Yes,” I pant, rocking my hips against him as I chase my orgasm.
He works with his fingers and his tongue, fucking me like a dream. Pulling his mouth away, he takes two fingers and rubs them over my clit, applying exquisite pressure—soft then hard, working me in small circles. “Tess, look at me,” he orders.
Forcing my eyes to open, I look down my body at him. His lips aren’t stained quite so red now. There’s so much heat in his eyes, mirrored by open honesty. He’s looking at me like he knows me, like he knows what I need. I think maybe he does.
“Come for me, devil. This one’s not for you, it’s for me. I fucking own this one. Give it to me.”
I’m shocked as hell when I realize I’m right fucking there. I want to give him this. I’ll give him my most vulnerable self. I’ll give him my orgasm. I tip my head back, eyes shut tight as I come. My body is wracked with trembling as my clit suddenly develops a heartbeat, pulsing and throbbing, echoing out in waves.
Ryan drops his fingers away and replaces them with his hungry mouth. He sucks on my clit, humming and flicking with his tongue, giving me heat, vibration, and pressure in one. I fall completely apart, body shaking as I cling to the dresser, knees giving out.
“Stop—stop,” I cry, my hand digging into his hair as I pull him off. “Oh my god, I’m gonna pass out.”
He stands, boxing me in with his height and his towering presence. “You did so good,” he says, tipping my face up to kiss my lips. “My sexy fucking devil. My perfect good girl.”
I’m learning this is what he likes. Once he’s had a taste of me, he likes to share it. He wants my taste on my mouth too. He wants all parts of me to taste like my most primal self, and I’m fucking here for it.
I dive in with my tongue, claiming all of his kisses as my body recovers from the shock of such a fierce orgasm. Once I’ve caught my breath, I drop my hands down to the top of his pants, ready for him to feel as good as I feel. “Fuck me, Ryan. Please, I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”
He rocks into my hand, letting me wrap my fingers around his shaft. I work him slow, dropping my hand down to cup his balls. Beyond the walls of this room, the party pulses on—loud music, laughter, the thump of stereo speakers. In this room, it’s just the two of us. I want him. I need him—
“Tess—wait,” he says, breaking our kiss. “Fuck. Shit.”
“What?” I pant, gazing up at him.
He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “I don’t have a condom,” he admits. “I have them back at the house. I really didn’t think I’d need one here,” he adds, gesturing around the dark nursery.
I nod, knowing what he’s asking without asking. “I haven’t been with anyone in months and I’m on the pill—but you have to do what makes you feel comfortable,” I quickly add. “We can wait. We can go back to the house—”
He kisses me, silencing my offers. Pulling back, he cups my face with both hands. “I’ve never been with a woman without a condom.”
I nod, heart in my throat. “Can I ask why?”
He shrugs. “Call it trauma from growing up as the kid of an ER nurse. She had me convinced pretty much anything would lead to my dick turning colors and falling off.”
I laugh, my hands wrapping around his wrists.
“What?” he says.
“Look down.”
He glances down and I know he sees it when he laughs too. His hard dick is currently painted red with my lipstick. “I don’t think this is what she meant,” he says with a smirk, pecking my lips with another kiss.
“I won’t pressure you. Sex is about trust and connection, at least it is for me. And we can always do other things.”
“I want this,” he admits. “I’ve never really had a connection with a partner before. Sex was always just something I did to…get by, I guess,” he explains with a shrug. “I mean, I enjoyed it when it happened. But it wasn’t really about enjoyment if that makes sense. Everything was wrapped, everything was clinical and safe. It was just about satisfying a need. And then I could refocus on my game.”