96

Ryan

Another Type Of Kiss

I graduated from waiting in the lobby of Roman Forest to waiting in Kassie's dorm, sitting on the couch that I fixed with a rubber shim. The entire room was full of art majors. Walking in and out of the bathroom while music blared from the speaker.

"The fact that I wasn't invited to the ceremony hasn't escaped me," Zariah told me, sitting on the other side of the couch with a bowl of Takis.

I raised my eyebrow. "Why didn't you ask Adam?"

"He told me it's a one-way ticket to a sorority girl's panties."

"Wow." A chuckle burst out of me. "Using football to get laid? That doesn't sound like Adam."

"My favorite virgin."

"Why don't you just go with us?" I pointed out. "Once you're through the doors, it doesn't matter who you came with."

"Nope. I've been wounded."

"Understood."

"Nobody wants me around. Nobody wants me to go."

I nodded and put my arm on the back of the couch, stretching back. "Kassie? I'm not good with this. Assistance from the sidelines is needed." I leaned a little further. " Kassie. "

"Almost done!"

Zariah offered the bowl of Takis. "You could make it up to me by flying me out too when Kassie visits you."

When Kassie visits you .

I took my regular seat on the couch again, nodding along to Zariah's words as she started talking about Florida. Because that's what my girlfriend was doing. Leaving. But I had a plan to talk to her about it. A good one. After tonight, we'd go grab drinks and I could tell her piece by piece what I wanted.

Because I couldn't watch her go.

"Ryan?"

"Huh?" I frowned at Zariah. "What?"

"Are you going to buy my plane ticket or what?"

"For what?"

She held up her hand. "When you fly Kassie out. I want to come with. Technically—when you think about it—I pushed the two of you together."

"You actually stopped us from getting together," I retorted. "You cockblocked me so hard, I lost a week of sleep over it."

"But when you really think about it—"

With a groan, Kassie's footsteps followed out of the bathroom. "Z. I'll buy your plane ticket, good lord. Stop badgering him."

"I'll buy the plane ticket," I muttered to Zariah and straightened my suit, pushing up to stand.

Zariah started to say something about economy seats but my eyes flickered back to the bathroom door when Kassie took her first steps on her new heels. The breath left my body. It was better than the changing room. It was even better than the fantasies I used to have on sleepless nights about the changing room.

The black dress clung to her body. Presenting every curve, highlighting every place I'd touched and kissed and claimed for my own. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and her eyes were bright, watching me drink her in. There were little places where the fabric didn't cover her skin all the way and I could see the soft purple and red, the hickeys, hidden under the dress from everyone but me, who knew where to look.

I was so hard, it fucking hurt.

"Oh, Kass," Zariah whispered and walked around the couch. "You look…you look so…well-rested."

"She looks goddamn stunning," I corrected with a growl.

"No, I mean…" With a deep breath, Zariah shook her head. "You look so happy . And you were working so hard and—and—"

"Aw, Z." Kassie reached to touch her arm.

Zariah flinched away from her. "Oh my god, don't hug me. Girl, your makeup. Please."

"I can't touch your makeup?" I asked.

"Not until after the ceremony," Kassie warned me, motioning me along. "Cleo would kill us. Literally, she actually would physically harm us."

How can I not kiss you?

I followed after her and nodded back at the room wishing us goodbye but I couldn't get past the fact that I couldn't kiss my woman. How was I supposed to show her how I felt about it?

"We need to go back," I decided, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her towards the room.

"What? Why?"

"You are…fucking beautiful Kassandra Ragar and I can't kiss you on the lips over it so I have to do the next best thing."

" Ryan ." She threw a glance over her shoulder. "We don't have time for—"

"You're the one saying we're going to be late now?"

She threw me a surprised glance. "Oh my god. I guess I am."

"Tell that to me in forty-five seconds. Pull up your phone, put on the timer."

Everyone glanced up in surprise back in the dorm while I dragged her off to her bedroom. Zariah most of all. Her eyebrows shot up but I waved her away, heading off with my girlfriend to her bedroom.

"You two are going to be late, " Zariah called after us.

I just shut the door behind her.

"What are you doing in forty-five seconds?" Kassie wondered.

"Up against the bed. Hands on the blankets."

She threw me a confused look but she did what I asked and I had a full view of the back of her dress, all of those little straps I'd eased across her skin an entire lifetime ago. My fingers twitched to rip them down and take her there and then, but we did have obligations to attend to.

"I have to kiss you," I murmured, reaching down for the bottom of her dress.

"You can't," she replied, a hitch in her breath. "You'll ruin my makeup."

"So, I'll do the next best thing."

I dropped to my knees and carefully rolled up the end of her dress, exposing her heels, the shape of her calves, the back of her legs, and her thighs.

She swallowed. "Ryan—"

"Put on the timer. Forty-five seconds."

I could see the light from the screen on the right side of the bed while I finished rolling up the back of the dress, exposing the paradise between her legs. She only wore a sheer pair of black panties, no doubt something fun for later, and I groaned in appreciation, getting a handful of her ass.

"Oh, god—" Kassie stuttered. "Ryan—"

Without hesitation, I leaned up and kissed her pussy for long seconds, kissing her like how I wanted to anyway.

"Oh my god — fuck— "

I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, and ran my tongue along the inside of her slit, just enjoying her. Her juices dripped down my chin. So fucking wet and all for me.

My fingers dug into her thighs. There were only a handful of hickeys back here but every time I saw them, they put a roar to my blood like nothing else. My cock throbbed in my pants. God, I could fuck her just like this.

Her hand reached back and she fisted my hair. A moan ripped from her throat. " Ryan ."

I groaned in agreement, stroking her with my tongue, kissing her pussy hard. All I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her. Just bend her over the bed and fuck her hard, fucking up her walk and her makeup.

But there was nothing I wanted more than her. Forever.

My hands tightened on her thighs. What the fuck was I supposed to do with myself while she went to Florida?

The timer vibrated on the blankets and Kassie's hand snapped out so fast, she could've knocked it to the floor if I didn't grab it already, ending the timer and pushing up to stand. Her dress flowed back to the floor.

"Thank you." I licked my lips.

Her eyes were half-lidded. She took a deep breath. "Let's fuck."

"Nope." I walked over to the door and pulled it open. "You said we're running late."

"You're an evil bastard."

I took another long look over her dress, over my art girl before I went back to her and placed a hand on her back, leading her off to the door.

"Is this supposed to turn me off?" she muttered.

My hand curled on the side of her waist and I dipped down to lightly kiss her hair. "I love you."