69

Kassie

Had To Deal With A Boner Too

Instant regret.

The moment I walked through Ryan's door, I went through a literal spiritual cleanse. Oh my god. I went off on the boys for no reason. My boys. The boys I hung out with twenty-four seven when Ryan was busy, literally the guys that watched over me when we went out to bars together and got lunch with.

"Why did I do that? " I whispered under my breath.

Ryan dropped my backpack over the couch and grabbed my wrist, bringing me back to the door. I stumbled on my feet, not quick enough for him, and he whirled me around to the door, crashing his lips against mine.

Yes, yes, yes.

His hand went to my thigh, groaning against me.

And when he pushed his hips against mine? Oh my god. I loved kissing this man, touching this man, and when he—

Wait .

I pushed him back for a second, panting. "The elevator."

His lips trailed to my throat but I knew once he did that, my thought processes would end.

" Ryan . Did you do that on purpose?"

"Yes."

"What?" I blinked, stunned. " Why? "

Ryan placed his arm above me and cut the space between us, pinning me against the door. His smirk was on full display. "You are five-foot-fucking-six and I carry your books to class. I could throw you over my shoulder and it's nothing . You use ten pound weights at the gym. It is so fucking hot when you try to protect me, art girl. And now—hell—it's even hotter."

The blush hit my cheeks hard . "How is it hotter?"

"Because now I get to fuck you after."

Ryan yanked up my hoodie and ripped off my shirt and kissed me again, pawing at my body. Every time I tried to touch him, he brushed my hands away until he had me pinned against the door, unable to move, while he yanked down my pants.

I swallowed. "But every time you—?"

"I had to deal with a boner too, yeah," he breathed out against my skin. "Don't do it, really, unless it's my teammates. I'm proud of you for not doing it." He grabbed my ass and groaned against me. "But just know it's so fucking hot when you do it."

Ryan pulled off his own clothes just as quickly and his hard cock pressed in the space between us, throbbing against me.

My head swam. "Bedroom?"

"I'm not making it to the bedroom," he growled. "And I won. I get to pick the pose."

I wanted to ask him exactly what he had in mind but Ryan looped his hands under my ass and picked me up, thrusting me against the door.

"Holy shit—" I grabbed at his neck and wrapped my arms around him. "Ryan, put me down!"

"Why?" he demanded, kissing me again.

"You're going to drop me!"

Ryan stopped kissing me for a long moment and pulled back. We were almost face to face and he gazed at me for a long moment. His dark honey eyes smoldered. A grin tugged up on his lips and he tilted his head to the side, leaning in.

" Drop you?"

I nodded.

He reached down and wrapped a hand over my thigh. My blood pounded in my ears while he slowly eased me up, letting my legs spread open for him. His cock prodded between, not inside of me, just brushing against me and my mouth fell open, wordless.

His eyes darkened the moment he felt how wet I was.

"Drop you?" he muttered, amused. "You really think I'd drop you?"

"This isn't even a—a—" I squeezed my eyes shut, overcome as he rubbed the shaft of his cock against my sex. "It's not even a real pose—they only do this is porn—"

"You're saying I can't do it?"

My fingers dug into the meat of his back. "It's—it's not going to—to work—"

"Look at me."

I didn't until Ryan kissed me. Absolute insanity. I could barely focus while he stroked me with his cock and there he was, multitasking.

"If I thought for a second that you'd get hurt, would I do this?" Ryan asked, his voice soft. "Kassie?"

"No," I answered weakly.

"That's right," he murmured and he knelt down, bringing me with him. From the floor, he grabbed his pants and fished out his wallet, pulling out a condom.

"We're actually doing this?" I panted, gripping on to his neck.

Ryan didn't say anything else, he ripped the wrapper and gazed up at me, looking into my eyes again. There was nothing on his face but pure lust. He kissed me again, hard, and as shocking as it was, I started to relax, just enjoying his body pressed up to mine.

Slowly, Ryan raised me up a little and his cock pressed against my entrance.

"Fuck me," I blurted out as he eased me down.

"That's what I'm doing, baby," he breathed out. "Goddamn."

Slowly, he lifted me a little higher and lowered me on his cock. Both of us pressed forward and I burrowed my face against his neck, moaning.

"There we go." Ryan breathed in, bringing me down on his cock again, a little farther. "Fuck. You feel so good."

With every new inch, I clenched him harder. He was right. Damn him, he was right. Having him take control like that felt so damn good. Ryan thrust into me again and I groaned, unable to keep it in. He built into a rhythm, fucking me against the door, bringing me higher and higher.

Ryan didn't kiss me anymore, he just held me close and fucked me in the most insane position possible.

"What can I do to win the next bet?" He chuckled darkly.

I whimpered. "Arrogant asshole."

"You're damn right, baby." Ryan dipped down and ran his tongue along my neck, kissing me in an unholy kiss. "So fucking tight. God, I just want to fuck you for hours."

I could feel my orgasm building up. He wasn't serious—right?

"You're—you're not close?"

"No." He kissed my neck hard. "But you are." His teeth grazed my skin. "How many times can I make you come?"

That man's stamina was going to be the goddamn death of me. We had practice early tomorrow and he'd been wearing me out for days. I wanted him to come . And he was just enjoying himself too much while I was so close to coming, I could taste it at the back of my throat. He'd already won the bet, he wouldn't get to be smug about this too.

"How many times, Kassie?" he taunted, thrusting inside of me.

An idea hit me.

I tightened my grip on my neck and closed my eyes, forcing myself to concentrate while he fucked me hard.

"Ryan?" I whispered, running my hands through his hair.

"You didn't answer, art girl."

"You—you feel so good," I whispered, breathless.

I didn't imagine it. Ryan shifted to the side, even if he still kept a firm grip on me, thrusting inside.

"I love how you—you fuck me." The blush was scarlet on my skin but just having sex in this position was already a test of truth. I could talk to him too. Fuck, I needed to. I wanted to come and I wanted him to come with me. There was no way in hell I'd let him outpace me again. "You know just how to touch—touch me."

"Kassie," he muttered.

"God, you're so big ."

" Kassie, " he repeated, his voice low. "I know you're doing."

"What am I doing?"

His breaths were coming out harsher, faster. "I know exactly what the fuck you're doing."

I reached over to kiss the soft spot behind his ear. My voice dropped to a whisper. "You feel so fucking good, baby. I—I just love how you fuck me. And this pussy is—is all yours—"

He swore under his breath and his rhythm picked up. He fucked me wildly against the door.

Fuck, I'm too close.

"All—all for you, baby," I blurted out, holding him with everything I had. "Whatever—whatever you want, however you want!"

"This isn't fair," he growled.

Time for the best one.

"The moment I get the pills, I—I don't want to use condoms."

"You don't—? Goddamn you."

"Fuck—fuck—fuck—come inside me," I whimpered out, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

" Fuck you," Ryan swore again, pushing me up against the door. His cock throbbed inside of me. "I'm coming—fuck—I'm coming, Kassie."

I threw back my head and rode through the orgasm, fucking finally . It was so good, I couldn't do anything else but take it. Take him . Finishing inside of me, finishing me . I thumped back against the door, breathing heavily, and grinned down at Ryan when he scowled up at me.

"Evil," he muttered, dipping to kiss my neck again.

"I got you to come," I murmured.

"That's cheating."

"Not cheating. You're just a sore loser."

"You're the one that's sore."

I could've stuck my tongue out at him, I could've done a lot of things, but I wrapped my arms around my neck and kissed him instead while he eased out of me. I shuddered and he kissed me again, grinning against my lips.

The second I hit the floor, my legs gave away.

"Woah, baby." Ryan chuckled, sweeping me up again.

I shook my head. "You did that on purpose."

"Yeah, I did. I like grabbing you."

A laugh burst out of me and Ryan carried me, heading off to the bedroom. I gave him a long look. "You left my pajamas behind."

"You won't need them in the shower."