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Kassie

Bring The Bed To You

I didn't lie when I said we had an early morning. But the second I started walking down that hallway and thought about Ryan, completely exhausted on the couch. I had to double-back.

"What'd you forget?" Ryan started to stand up from the couch but I walked over and put my hand on his chest, pushing him back down. I could hear his slow intake of breath as he realized exactly what I'd made my way back for before I straddled his lap.

My arms went around his neck and I tilted down, capturing his lips in the darkness. The five o'clock shadow scratched my face. It was a nice fucking feeling, almost as nice as feeling Ryan, hard, underneath me.

He groaned and locked his arms around my waist, tugging me closer.

"One thing before I go," I promised.

"What thing?"

"Ryan?" I softened my voice and rolled my hips. "Can you give me a hickey?"

"Fuck— please, " he rasped.

You would've thought I asked him to come inside of me. Ryan breathed out and his hands were on me in an instant, running up my back while his cock throbbed under my jeans. My shirt was pulled up in seconds. A single hickey and I'd be out of there, gone before the training center locked.

He crooked his finger over the little bow in the center and tugged me closer. My pulse raced beneath him. One hickey. That's all. But Ryan still made me shiver when he kissed the swell of my breast.

"One hickey," I reminded him, breathless.

"Mm."

His murmur of agreement vibrated across my skin and I gripped his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. Those lips and that tongue of hers could be so persuasive.

Ryan gently sucked my skin and it took everything in me not to sink into the sensation. I had to keep a level head. I had to go .

"Do you have your phone on you?" he muttered.

"What?"

"Your phone. Put a timer on for two minutes."

I glanced down. "Why?"

His fingers went to the clasp of my bra. "I had a long day. I want to kiss my girlfriend's tits for two minutes."

Oh, fuck .

My hand shook while I struggled with the timer. It wasn't easy trying to pull up an app while Ryan's hands were on me, touching and kissing me while his cock pulsed. We had several layers of fabric between us but I could still feel the firm outline through the denim. The only thing I should've focused on was the timer but it was fucking impossible to take my attention from Ryan, running his tongue along the underside of my nipple or his cock demanding my attention.

I rocked against him, slick between my thighs.

"Stop," he told me, lapping at my other nipple before he pulled it in his mouth. "Or I'm going to have to fuck you."

It was too dark in the meeting room but if I focused hard enough, I could still see Ryan and his dark curls. I ran my fingers through them and he shuddered, kissing the area between my breasts.

The timer went off and he sighed, drawing away from me, his lips wet. He gazed up and nodded towards the door.

Oh, fuck it .

"You need to go, Kassie."

I turned off the alarm. "You've been working too hard. And as your fake girlfriend—"

" Fake girlfriend?" He frowned. "What did you say?"

"As your fake girlfriend, I'm supposed to keep you happy," I continued, bypassing his interruption. "This is me fulfilling the obligation."

Ryan's fingers trailed through my hair before he fisted it and drew me close. My breathing hitched in my throat.

"Call yourself my fake girlfriend again," he warned, "and I'll show you how fake this is when I fuck you on this couch."

"You come too much for that. We'd ruin the couch."

"You need to go home, art girl."

"Nope. If you can't go to bed…" I pushed away from him and sank to my knees in front of the couch. "I bring the bed to you."

The arguments from Ryan were gone. In its place was a low murmur of appreciation as he ran his hand over my cheek, cupping the side of my face. I could barely see him in the darkness but I could hear the zipper when he finally released his cock.

Oh my god, yes .

Throbbing, at full-mast, I basically salivated over him before I kissed the head, drawing him quickly into my mouth. I did everything for him . His groans, the way his fingers twitched in my hair, the way he thrust into my mouth, all of it was my favorite thing. I loved blowing him.

Slowly, I took him to the back of my throat and bobbed back and forth of his cock, just enjoying myself, heart hammering in my chest.

"I missed you today," he muttered, guiding his cock down my throat again.

I nodded in agreement, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft while he pulsed in my mouth. With any of my hookups, blowjobs had been something to do. Maybe a trade for a trade. I had no idea you could legitimately enjoy it.

I loved pushing myself to the limits for him.

"Look how well you're taking it." he rasped, tightening his hold on my hair again. "Kassie, is this what you've been thinking about? Getting your throat fucked?"

Quickly, I nodded, and took him down my throat again, heat pooling between my legs.

"You're mine ."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I loved when he talked like that. But it was getting hard to focus on enjoying his cock and all of the ways he knew he could turn me on.

"Why would I suspend the off-limits tag?" he grunted and kept a firm hand to the back of my neck pumping his cock in my mouth. "You belong to me. My art girl. Nobody else gets to touch you like this, nobody else gets to dream about it."

Fuck, fuck, fuck .

I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't blow him and desperately press my thighs together. My fingers went to my zipper and I pulled it down. All I'd do is get a little relief. If I got that, I could put all my focus on Ryan.

A moan tore out of me when I touched my panties.

Ryan's hand locked on my hair and stopped me in place, half of his cock in my mouth. "What are you doing?"

I gazed up at him. In the darkness, all I could see was his outline in front of me, looming ahead. God, it was so fucking hot. My fingers slipped further in and touched my clit, I almost buckled.

He grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"No," I whimpered, still with his cock down my throat.

"Are you touching yourself?"

Weakly, I nodded.

Ryan tightened his grip on my hair and his hand snaked down in front of me until he was at my zipper. The man could balance everything a lot better than I could because he pushed his cock down my throat again while dipping down into my panties.

"Oh, god," I choked out, muffled.

Gently, he stroked my sex and breathed out slowly.

"Goddamn, you're wet," he hissed out. "You're fucking soaked."

I bent forward to take his cock deeper but Ryan stopped me. Slowly, he drew me away from his cock and I panted above it, hopelessly turned on. I would've been dripping on the floor if I didn't have the jeans on.

Excitement buzzed through me. I wanted to suck his dick again. Leaning forward, I bent to take him in my mouth but Ryan's grip on my hair stopped me.

"Stand up," he told me, his voice firm.

Stand up?

"What?" I gulped in air, gazing up at his outline in the darkness. "Ryan?"

"Stand up."

His words layered over my skin, eliciting a shiver, but I still had no idea what he wanted. I was in the middle of giving him a class-act blowjob, why did he want me to stand up? Shaky on my feet, I pushed up when he released my hair, and Ryan helped me while he stepped to the side, walking around.

He brushed against me and I glanced back. Without the light, I couldn't see, but all my other senses were heightened. Just having him, that close…

"Get down on your knees."

I wanted to ask what he wanted but that voice, low and grating, with a deep timber, wouldn't let me question direct orders. I sank back down to my knees again, in front of the empty couch, and Ryan's footsteps were behind me. He got to his knees too.

I turned back. "Ryan?"

His lips found my neck and I moaned, caught off guard.

Fuck .

It was so dark, I couldn't even sense where he was. Every time he touched me, I wasn't expecting it. It was hard to predict what was happening and he kept sweeping me off my feet, coming from another angle. His lips left my throat and he shifted forward, pushing me towards the couch.

His hard cock slipped between my thighs and I jerked forward.

I panted. "Ryan, I'm—I'm supposed to be blowing you—"

He didn't say anything. He gathered me up in his arms, and leaned against me, forcing me further down over the couch while his cock hung between my thighs, throbbing with need. My heart pounded in my ears. Every time his cock pulsed against me, I trembled in his arms and he tightened his grip.

"A blowjob's not going to work," he muttered before kissing my ear. I shuddered and he grazed his teeth over the lobe, locking me to him. "How am I supposed to stay still when you're dripping wet for me?"

The head of his cock brushed against my sex and I whined, breaking away from him to dig my fingers into the couch cushions. His hands slipped over mine, locking me down as he eased his cock in.

"Oh, fuck, " I moaned.

Ryan rocked against me, pushing into me with a dozen curses under his breath. His fingers bore down on mine, holding me tight against the couch cushions while he fucked me. The darkness, the sounds of him losing control, and just him, Ryan, sent me over the edge.

"This—this is supposed to—to be about you," I cried out, trying desperately to keep quiet. When he hit it like that from the back, I was a goner. I knew it.

"You think this is for you?" he growled.

I glanced to the right, shocked, and Ryan's lips found my throat to the left, kissing me hard. I buckled below him but Ryan just leaned down further, taking up my body with his, keeping me on my knees for him.

"I—I—" I couldn't talk, the angle was too good.

"I love shoving my cock down your throat," Ryan groaned, biting my ear. "But nothing competes with this pussy. And if I know you're dripping for me, I need to fuck you, art girl. You don't know what your pussy does to me."

That overwhelmed me more than anything else.

"No, baby," Ryan told me, his voice low. "Don't come yet."

Fuck, he could feel it. I could barely keep on my knees anymore with him pressed right behind me, fucking me deep. He wasn't even in all the way yet, still easing in, but I'd been thinking about him at the design department and at dinner and at the arcade and just daydreaming about him coming back to bed when he slipped in beside me.

"You're not allowed to come yet," he reminded me, firm.

"I—I can't stop it—"

"Did I say you could come?"

"No," I whimpered.

"It's your fault for having a body like this," he muttered. "I want to take my time. We've been doing a lot of quickies—goddamn—I don't want to settle for ten fucking minutes with this pussy, I want fucking hours. I want you exhausted, I want to make you come over and over again until you know who this pussy belongs to."

"Stop talking," I pleaded, gripping the cushions. "I'm—I'm going to come—"

The wave was overwhelming me and Ryan was pounding into me faster and faster. Fuck. He was just so big .

"I know that's what you want," he rasped. "You want me to come deep in this pussy."

" Yes. "

"Not yet ."

"When—when can I come?! Please ." I curled into myself from how hard the orgasm was hovering at the edge of my existence. My hands shook underneath his while he kept me pinned down. " Ryan! "

"Almost," he promised, fucking me harder.

"Please, please, please— "

I couldn't last. There was no way. I needed it now, I needed to come now, nothing else was important. Nothing else mattered.

"Three, two," Ryan breathed out, kissing my neck again. " One. "

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and he released one of my hands to wrap his arm around my body, thrusting deep inside of me. I rode the wave, shaking in his arms, and my head lolled back to his shoulder while he propped me up and pushed into me.

Ryan hissed between gritted teeth and held me there while I twitched in his arms. He lowered me on his cock and I could feel him coming in me, throbbing deep inside until he finally stilled. Both of us panted for a long minute, Ryan with his arm around me, and me, leaned back against him, not able to do a damn thing about it.

I stared ahead at the darkness, stunned.

His voice was laced with regret. "We should've grabbed a towel."

Slowly, I glanced to the side. "I didn't—uh—think this was going to happen."

"Yeah." I could feel Ryan nod behind me. "I guess we have to start traveling with towels."

A laugh burst out of me, delirious and a little crazy, but Ryan eased out of me and the laugh stopped immediately. I groaned again with the sudden emptiness and his come dripping down my thighs.

"Cross?" a voice repeated. "Mr. Cross?"

"Ah, shit," Ryan cursed and strode across the floor, picking up his phone. "Apologies, I—Kassie, how do I—?"

"Mute button."

"Which one?"

"Bring it over," I whispered and when the screen lowered, I clicked it for him, still panting.

"Thank you." He straightened up. "Can you hear me? Yeah? Sorry about that. I'm not great with technology." Ryan muttered a few more things, thanking them for whatever part of the presentation they were on.

Slowly, I tried to stand up but a deep tingling sensation in my legs stopped me. We need to cap it off at blowjobs in public places. Not being able to walk afterwards was too much. And he just…came too much. It covered the inside of my legs.

I didn't notice he'd taken it off speaker until his hand was soft on my back. I jumped. Slowly, he ran his hand down my back, eliciting another shiver out of me, but we weren't going for a round two. Gently, Ryan started pulling me up to a standing position.

"Is it on mute?"

"Yes."

"Did you double-check?" I pressed.

He nodded.

I'd been on my knees too long. I'd been fucked too good. I buckled almost instantly when he brought me up.

"Don't make fun of me," I mumbled.

"I won't, baby. I promise." He kissed my hair. "Come here."

The same man that bodied five football players at his last game in one shocking sweep in the third quarter, gently picked me up and walked me to the bathroom connected to the meeting room. Any other time I would've told him to put me down. But I was still getting the feeling back in my legs.

He put a hand over my eyes before the light flickered on.

"You're going to have to give me a couple of minutes," I sighed.

Ryan helped me down with a boyish grin on his face. "Yeah, I have to clean come off the floor."

"Probably a good idea."

He shrugged at the door. "Yeah. Probably."