48

Kassie

Bite Mark

Ryan didn't hesitate. He grabbed me around the waist and hauled me on his lap, like I weighed nothing at all. Jagged breaths tore out of me. He captured my lips for another kiss, demanding my attention, taking it again. Harder. Faster.

Fuck, this is kissing .

His hands cupped my ass and ran along my back. Every new inch he touched me was a shock to my system and I rolled my hips against him, just enjoying Ryan . I couldn't stop touching him. Running my fingers through his curls and pressing against him.

I pulled away just for a second to breathe, gasping for air, and Ryan dipped down to kiss my neck.

Oh, god .

My breathing hitched up a notch. With kissing, I had to focus on what I was doing and half of my brain power went to touching as much of Ryan as I could, sitting on his lap. But Ryan kissing my neck was different.

There was nothing else I could focus on. Just him.

He kissed my neck like no one I'd ever met before. Kissing. Sucking. He ran my tongue and sucked on my skin, holding me tight. Heat pooled between my legs. He drew noises out of me I'd never heard before. I bucked up in his lap every time he found a sweet spot and he groaned in appreciation,

Ryan could be so gentle with me.

Now I know better.

He'd been holding back, keeping all of this carefully locked up, and the moment he unleashed it, he was everywhere. I wanted desperately to keep up with him but when his lips found my throat again. His teeth grazed my skin and he bit me.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped.

"That's right, baby," he muttered across my skin.

The pleasure and pain twisted together and I rocked against him. Fuck. I couldn't do it.

I couldn't keep up with him. Gripping the couch was taking it all out of me, I couldn't do that and match his pace. There had to be some point he slowed down and I could take control but that never came. I was putty in his hands.

Ryan's fingers wrapped against my waist and he pushed me down to his lap, rubbing me against—was that his cock?

Throbbing underneath me.

"There's no way it's that big," I whimpered. "What the fuck?"

"I'll get you ready for it." His fingers went to the zipper at the back of my dress and with quick movements, he stripped my dress down to my waist and his eyes darkened the moment he spotted the bra. And finally, while he wasn't making my head spin in circles, I reached down to put my hand on his dick through his jeans.

His hand caught mine halfway there and he held it up. "What are you doing?"

I flushed. "I'm the only one getting undressed."

"There's a reason for that, art girl." With a snap, he unclasped my bra and my breasts spilled free. He groaned. "Fuck, I love your tits."

I gaped at him, shocked. Ryan never talked like that—when did he talk like that? A heavy blush crossed my skin as he kissed down my collarbone, taking my breasts in his hands. I was losing the clear head again, it felt too good when he touched me.

"What reason?" I demanded, like I wasn't out of breath and digging my fingers into the meat of his shoulder.

Ryan gave long-lasting kisses towards my breasts, sucking gently on the skin. He breathed out in appreciation. And while he was going slow and steady, I was losing my mind, rubbing up against him, trying to get that friction I wanted, so desperate for him.

What I needed was my brain power back. Ryan was unspooling me, raising the tension to impossible levels. I couldn't think. I couldn't put one move in front of the other if my life depended on it.

"You're not ready for my cock yet," Ryan told me and took one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. I buckled above him, not even coherent enough to be irritated.

I needed to hold on to the irritation. Demand him to see reason. But that was so hard with him licking the underside of my nipple, pulling at it with his teeth.

"I'm—I'm ready," I panted.

He released my nipple and kissed between my breasts. "No. You're not."

"Just do it," I told him, exasperated. "I need it."

"And I need your pussy on my mouth."

My lips parted. "What did you just say?"

His teammates slung around locker room talk all the time but I'd never seen Ryan do anything but roll his eyes at it until now. In a flash, he put me back on the couch and ripped off the last part of my dress. Panties too.

I was completely naked and he hadn't even taken off his socks.

How the fuck did that happen?

Ryan sank to his knees, grabbing my legs and propped them up on his shoulders.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I said you need to come on my tongue." Ryan brought up my legs and kissed my thigh. A dangerously long kiss that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. His fingers dug into my thighs. "You need to come on tongue or I'm going to fucking lose it."

A hard blush crossed my face. "Ryan—"

"Goddamn," he whispered and parted my legs just as easily. Slowly, he ran his fingers across my sex. I cried out. I'd been dripping wet for him before but that was nothing. Seeing Ryan's eyes darken was everything. He kissed my thigh again. "Now I know what they mean by pretty pussy."

"How the fuck did you learn how to talk like this?" I managed, shocked.

"You have a pretty pussy. That's just a fact," he murmured and buried his face between my legs.

I gripped the couch while Ryan ran his tongue along my slit, kissing and prodding me to open up to him, to stop clenching my thighs and tensing up. I couldn't stop though. I couldn't pretend like this was a regular Saturday night and Ryan wasn't breaking down every defense I'd carefully built up.

Ryan groaned, sucking gently on my clit. I was shaking on the couch and he didn't care. Ryan didn't care how much I shivered. How much I twitched and shuddered and knotted my fingers through his hair, trying to find some way to get back the control and focus that I'd given to Ryan without a moment's notice.

"Ryan—" His name stumbled out and I loosened my grip on his curls. I couldn't hold on to his anymore. " R—Ryan. "

A low groan emitted from his throat and the vibrations left me reeling. Goddamn, he could eat pussy. Like his last meal, like he'd been hoping and praying for it.

Ryan rolled his tongue over my clit and my hips buckled. I watched, shocked, and Ryan's eyes flickered up to me while he sucked on my clit.

"Holy—holy fuck—" I breathed out. "I'm going to come."

The peak was so close, I could taste it, and none of the gasps could be bitten back. I couldn't hold on to any of them. They were gone as soon as they arrived.

Ryan didn't stop, he kept up the pace, languishing in the moment, tasting me.

I gripped the cushions and my thighs knocked against him but Ryan didn't budge, he was too busy enjoying himself, fucking me with his tongue, staking his claim.

My stomach clenched and the wave crashed over me.

"Ryan—" I cried out.

I was shoved off a cliff, spiraling to the bottom.

" RYAN! " My fingers fisted his hair but if he felt any pain, he didn't show it. I was too far to stop clenching him and I tipped over the edge, shaking on the couch as the orgasm rolled along with me.

Holy fuck .

My senses came back, back to the man who kept kissing my pussy.

"I—I finished," I whimpered.

The sensitivity was overwhelming. I was done . I came . And finally, achingly finally, he drew away from me and I could see all the evidence of my orgasm on his chin.

I'd never, ever wanted to kiss a man more.

Or blow him.

With shaky movements, I pushed up from the couch and grabbed him by the shirt collar, yanking me back to me as much as he tossed me around like a ragdoll.

"How the fuck did you do that?" I barely managed to whisper.

Because this wasn't normal pussy-eating. Ryan had the kind of moves where I knew without a doubt that I could go crazy over it. The kind of pussy-eating that I'd send double texts over and buy him lunch on the regular. The kind where I'd legitimately fight someone if they wanted a piece of it.

"I've been daydreaming about you sitting on my face for a while." He grinned.

Oh, I'm going to make you come .

I reached down to his pants instantly and my mind whirled. How could I compete with what he did?

Ryan wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged me back. The pinpricks on my scalp combined with the out-of-body feeling I was swimming through knocked me down again. It felt too good. I gazed up at him, stunned, while Ryan tightened his hold on my hair.

"What are you doing?" he murmured.

The timber of his voice vibrated across my skin and I couldn't help the little sound that came out of me.

"Art girl?" he repeated. "What are you doing?"

"I—I—" I wet my lips and I could see his eyes flicker down to my tongue. "You just—um—ate me out and I—um—"

"If you want to suck my cock, you'll have to ask for it."

My eyes shot wide and Ryan shifted forward, taking up more of the space between us, gazing down at me with a self-satisfied smile. I never thought he'd talk like that but of course he was. Ryan was direct. Ryan demanded things. He didn't care about euphemisms.

A heavy blush crossed my face and he dipped down, inches away from me.

"I want to," I whispered.

"Want to what?" He chuckled. "Use your words. You're so good at it."

Oh my god .

I ran my fingers through his hair. Orgasm completely forgotten, I wanted to suck this man's dick so bad, it was a shaking need inside of me. I wanted him standing in front of me while I did. Fuck me, it was going to destroy my throat, but I wanted to do it.

But something changed on Ryan's face. The grin disappeared and he stared down at my neck, stunned. Still gripping my hair, he tipped my head back and drew in a slow breath.

"Oh…you've got to be fucking kidding me," he growled.

"What?" My hand leaped to my throat. "What is it?"

Ryan's eyes flashed back to mine and he cursed under his breath. But the explanation didn't come.

Footsteps echoed outside of his door and in basically high-definition surround sound, I could clearly hear Cleo outside in the hallway.

"I have no idea why they canceled."