15. Emma

My insides burning with desire,I finish unbuttoning my blouse, and push it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor in a heap, and Ryan takes in a ragged breath as his gaze tears over me, my peaked nipples taut through my flimsy black lace bra. My mind has melted, my sole focus this beautiful, strong man and my need to get him naked.

Immediately.

I'm desperate to feel the silky length of his cock, to watch his eyes as I ride him.

This desire is so intense. I've been eager for other men recently, of course. With Lukas, our chemistry is like a flame that I can't put out. And being with Alex is like fulfilling my long-held childhood crush, and discovering that he's grown into a dominant man who makes me want things I'd never imagined before.

But what I have with Ryan is so visceral, so deep. I see him. I get him. And I can sense that he feels the same way about me. Once we cross this line together, we might never go back. This is an unexpected soul-deep connection. What kind of fireworks would we create together?

I step closer, my fingers trailing down Ryan's muscular chest as his hands grasp my waist, his touch electrifying my skin. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling with pent-up desire. Ryan breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, marking me as his. Goosebumps erupt in the wake of his heated breath. His strong hands roam my body possessively as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. It falls away, and he cups my breasts, thumbs circling my sensitive nipples.

I moan softly, arching into his touch, my pussy getting almost uncomfortably slick with my desire.

I need him. Now.

My hands move to undo his belt buckle, desperate to free his massive cock straining against the confines of his jeans. I fumble with the metal, and Ryan goes suddenly still in my arms. Next thing I know, he's pushed away from me and stalked across the room, heaving deep breaths and shooting me an impenetrable look.

"I think," he starts, then pauses, still out of breath. My chest heaves with my own lack of air. "I think this is a bad idea."

I stand there, bereft, arms hanging at my sides, completely thrown by his sudden retreat. My beer-fogged and desire-addled brain slowly starts to process his words. He thinks this is a bad idea?

"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice sounding small and uncertain. The intensity between us had been so palpable just seconds ago. How could he pull away like this?

Ryan drags a hand over his face and lets out a heavy sigh. "Emma, you know I want you. God, I want you so fucking much that it physically hurts to stop myself right now. But this…us…it's complicated."

My brows knit in confusion. "Complicated how? Because we work together?"

He nods, but as his eyes meet mine, I can tell that he's holding himself back for some unknown reason. There's more that he's not telling me. And the look that he's giving me says that he wants nothing more than to throw me on the bed and fuck me for days.

The heat still burns so hot inside of me, and it's making me feel bratty and bold, wanting to test him. I skim my own hand down my chest, pinching one of my nipples and pulling it. I throw my head back and moan.

From across the room, Ryan groans, his need evidenced in the sound. It pushes me to go further.

I shimmy out of my skirt, and then I'm left in only my pink cotton panties. I lock eyes with Ryan, his gaze dark and hungry, and slide my hand into them, feeling the wet need around my fingers. I stroke my fingers through my slick folds, dipping one inside as I keep my eyes locked on Ryan's. His jaw clenches, hands balling into fists at his sides as he watches me touch myself.

"Emma," he growls in warning, but I can hear the desperation in his voice. "This is asking for trouble."

"Maybe I like trouble," I reply breathlessly, pushing a second finger inside my aching pussy. I'm so wet, so empty. I feel like I'm at the precipice already and if Ryan isn't going to do something about that, I will. I start to rub at the needy nub of my clit, my breathing coming harder.

Even from a few feet away, I can see how hard Ryan's cock is straining at his pants. There's a war playing out on his face, but eventually he slides a large hand across the front of his jeans, stroking himself. I moan again with need.

Ryan shakes his head, seeming to make up his mind, and gets his pants and boxers off quickly. His cock springs free.

It's the largest dick I've ever seen in my life, thick and veined, flushed a deep red at the swollen head. It juts out from his chiseled hips, curving up towards his muscular abs. I lick my lips, fantasizing about the heavy weight of him on my tongue, stretching my lips wide.

Could I even take a cock that big? God, I really want to try.

The thought gets me closer to the edge, and I lean back against the wall for support, still furiously rubbing myself as he watches.

Ryan's large hand quickly strokes slowly up and down his huge shaft, his eyes never leaving my body as I writhe against my own fingers. The sight of him touching himself sends another gush of wetness to my center. I can feel myself getting close fast, my inner walls starting to clench around my fingers as I imagine Ryan's huge cock stretching me instead.

"Fuck, Emma, you're so gorgeous," Ryan groans, his hand speeding up on his length. "I want to taste that pretty pink pussy so bad."

The words send me over the edge, and I whimper with need, my hips rocking into my hand. I can barely hold myself up at this point, and Ryan can tell that I'm reaching my climax.

As I come, Ryan strides towards me. His thick fingers grasp my wrist, pulling my hand from my panties. He brings my slick fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. I moan at the erotic sight, my knees going weak. Then he yanks my panties down more and comes on the slick trail of desire I've left behind on them, the hot white rope so close to my throbbing pussy.

"Fuck," Ryan groans, shuddering as his orgasm rips through him, his come painting my inner thighs. The heat of it makes me tremble with renewed desire, even as aftershocks still pulse through me from my own climax.

His still-pulsing dick is so close to my wet pussy that I could just tilt my hips and he'd be sliding home inside me. I don't even think I could take all of him at first, he's that big. Up close, his dick looks as thick as my forearm and obscenely long. The thought of riding him makes me whimper with need.

Ryan's head drops to my shoulder as he catches his breath. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest. When he lifts his head to meet my eyes, the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch. Without saying a word, he picks me up and carries me to the shower.

The warm water cascades over our heated bodies as Ryan presses me against the cool tile wall. His hands are everywhere—caressing my breasts, skimming down my sides, gripping my ass. I arch into his touch, desperate for more. But instead of taking things further, Ryan lathers me up, washing me. It's shockingly intimate.

Ryan's large hands glide over my curves, his touch gentle yet firm as he soaps up my body. It feels like an act of worship, the way he caresses every inch of my skin. My nerve endings sing, my body still humming with desire even after my intense orgasm.

As his fingers skim lower, brushing over the short curls at the apex of my thighs, I can't help but moan softly, my hips canting forward, seeking more contact. Ryan growls low in his throat and nips at my earlobe.

"If I touch you now, I'm not going to be able to stop myself from burying my cock deep inside your tight cunt," he rasps, his voice rough with need. "And I don't think you're ready for what I want to do to you yet, baby."

His words make me swallow hard, my pulse pounding at the unfulfilled promise. Instead of pushing him again, I grab a handful of soap and wash him, too. I lather up my hands, eager to explore Ryan's hard body. My fingers glide over his broad shoulders, then down his muscular chest. I circle his flat brown nipples, and he hisses in a breath.

He turns away from my exploring hands, rinsing himself under the warm stream. Then he steps out of the shower and grabs a fluffy towel, wrapping me up tightly in it. Ryan dries me off gently but thoroughly, the large towel enveloping my much smaller frame. His hands feel so good as they rub the soft cotton over my sensitive skin. My nipples pebble under the fabric, and I can feel myself getting wet again despite my recent orgasm. His touch just affects me that deeply.

Once I'm dry, Ryan picks me up bridal-style and carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently on the plush comforter before crawling in next to me. I snuggle into his broad chest immediately, craving his warmth and strength. One of his large hands comes up to stroke through my damp hair soothingly.

With his warmth against me, my eyes flutter shut of their own accord. And as I drift off to sleep, I can't help but smile.

Guess we're using one bed, after all.