13. Ryan

Chapter 13

Ryan

My family spend Christmas day mostly horizontal around the house, eating leftovers, playing games, reading and falling asleep in front of the television.

In the evening, Hannah heads to bed early with her books and a stash of chocolate, and Cameron and I play cards with my folks until the fire burns out.

“Have you enjoyed your first French Christmas, Cameron?” my mum asks, stifling a yawn.

He rubs his belly and catches her yawn. “A little too much, I think.”

I know how he feels. The third slice of chocolate yule log was entirely unnecessary.

“Well, that’s what Christmas in the mountains is all about,” Mum says.

“Seriously though, it’s been incredible. I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.”

“You’re very welcome, son,” Dad says, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder. My parents have always accepted our friends with open arms, and Cameron is no different. This spontaneous trip could have been awkward if they weren’t happy about him joining me, or if he didn’t enjoy his time with us.

“Don’t stay up too late, boys.” Mum says on her way up the stairs. “Back on the slopes tomorrow. ”

The fire crackles and Cameron yawns again, his head tipped back against the armrest on the sofa. “I have a feeling this will be the best sleep of my life. You coming up?”

“I’m gonna nip out and see Kayla, actually.”

“Oh, yeah?” he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “What’s the deal with you two, anyway?”

“We’re just friends,” I tell him, my default answer.

“With benefits?”

“Something like that.”

He gets up to follow me down the stairs that lead to the boot room and out of the house. “How come you’ve never mentioned her before?”

“I don’t know, man.” How do you explain a woman like Kayla, or our situation? “We’ve known each other since we were kids. At some point it became something else, but it’s just a holiday hook-up thing.”

“Do you like her more than that?”

“Sure, she’s great.” I pull on my coat and my boots. “But it’s never going to be more . We both know that.”

“Doesn’t sound very convincing, bro.”

“It’s casual. Don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so.”

“The dude who’s fucked hundreds of women is a relationship expert now?”

“Oh my god,” he groans. “For the millionth time, my audios simulate sex. I’m not actually recording it.”

I don't know how he makes his content, and don’t want to know, but I love to wind him up about it.

“You cool if I head back later in the morning? Hannah will be here if you need anything. ”

“It’s all good, man. I can keep myself entertained. Have a fun night.”

Outside, soft flakes sweep through the air, but for now the road is still clear enough to drive the five minutes up the hill to the next village where Kayla lives. Normally I’d ride the chairlift that connects the two villages to head up there for dinner or drinks at Rico’s, but it’s late and it stopped running hours ago.

This after-hours rendezvous would be easier if she were staying with her parents a few houses down the road, but I love the idea of alone time in her apartment. Dad won’t mind if I take the car from the garage and bring it back in the morning, but even if he did, I’d find a way to get to her.

We’re no strangers to sneaking around. I’ve lost count of the number of times I climbed up to the balcony outside her bedroom window after everyone was asleep. It was risky, but we both loved the thrill.

The roads are so quiet, I pull up outside her house in record time. Kayla answers her door in low-slung sweatpants and a tight, white tank top.The sight of her will never not take my breath away.

“What are you doing here?”

She might want to act like she wasn’t expecting me, but I know it’s all for show. Freshly showered and buzzing with nervous energy, I can tell she’s been waiting. I’ve always loved her best in comfy clothes, and she knows it. The damp ends of her hair leave a wet spot near her nipples, and I can see the outline of them poking through the ribbed fabric. It’s an effort to look at her face instead of them.

“Forgot to give you your Christmas present,” I tell her, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.

“Is it your penis?” she asks, biting the side of her thumb. Her directness is one of the hottest things about her. Kayla tells it like it is and has no reservations about asking for what she wants .

“Is that what you asked Santa for?” I tease, scooping her damp hair behind her shoulders and bending to kiss the spot where it meets her neck. “You're very naughty.”

“Shut up.” She cups the front of my jeans where I’m already half-hard, grabs the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to hers. Kayla always smells incredible, but tonight she’s somehow clean and sinful all at once. She opens first, her tongue running along my lower lip until I’m kissing her back, hard and hungry.

We’ve danced this dance a hundred times, her arms around my neck, my hands gripping her ass, lifting her to hook her legs around my waist. I should take my boots off, but getting inside her is my only priority right now.

In her room, I sit us both down at the end of her bed and tug her top straight off. Mine goes next, and then we’re lost in a blur of hands and tongues, fighting to taste as much of each other as we can.

Kayla rolls her hips and grinds hard against my erection, painful at the thought of being inside her if we could only slow down for a second and focus on getting the right parts in the right place. I can’t concentrate on shit when she’s sucking at my neck and taking my earlobe between her teeth.

When I reach into my pocket for a condom, she hops off and removes my boots and the rest of our clothes. Before she has a chance to climb on top of me, I scoot further up the bed, half sitting against her pile of pillows.

Kayla is a vision, crawling up the bed towards me, eyes locked on mine. My cock twitches between us, anticipation flooding my system.

“Someone’s eager,” she giggles, and she’s not wrong. Sex with Kayla is never predictable, and always incredible. We established early on we’re both curious about a lot of things, and we love making each other happy. It’s the perfect blend of give and take, and nobody is ever left disappointed.

“He’s missed you.”

“I saw him three days ago,” she says, running one fingertip along the underside of my shaft.

“Not like this. I was too quick with you that night. He wants more.”

“Oh yeah? Better make sure he’s well looked after then.”

Kneeling between my legs, she splays her hands over the top of my thighs, bends at the waist, and wraps her lips around the swollen tip. My head sinks deeper into the pillows, moans filling the room. My instinct is to cover my mouth, and I get a cheap thrill knowing neither of us will have to hold back tonight.

In the dim light of her bedroom, I watch her work me over with her tongue, long sweeping licks up one side of my shaft, then the other. She takes her time, watching me watch her while I fist the sheets at my hips.

“Get it messy,” I tell her, and she takes it deeper, gagging on it before she pulls back and spits on it. She wraps both hands around me, stroking up the length and twisting back down. Nobody jerks me off like Kayla does, and though I’ve tried a thousand times, I can never do it as well as she does.

Perfect pressure, perfect pace, perfect woman.

“What’s on your list this year?” she asks.

“Only you.”

“You said it was miles long.”

“Well…” I stifle a moan, hips tipping up while she pushes down. “Right now, I can’t think of anything better than this.”

She smiles, rubbing the head of my dick over her pretty lips. “I can.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You inside me. Bare.” Her tongue swirls around me and I see stars. After all the things we’ve done together, she always finds something to make it even hotter.

“I’ve never… with anyone else… I’ve never.”

“I haven’t either, but I want to, if you do?”

My answer is a strangled moan when she sinks me deep into the back of her throat, twisting her way back up and releasing me with a wet pop.

“And I’m still on birth control, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Come here,” I beg, and she shifts to straddle me, her bare pussy hovering a few inches above my aching cock. I cup her face and smooth my thumbs across her cheeks, trying to get a read on her mood.

This is not something you should decide in the heat of the moment. If we’re going to do this, I need her to know it means something to me.

“What I’m worried about is losing my cool and coming after five seconds inside you. I want to make it worth your time. Can I make you come first?”

Reaching between her legs, I find her swollen and ready, slick folds taking my fingers easily.

“I don’t want to wait,” she says, inching lower to rub herself where I’m rock hard and ready. “I don’t care if we rush. It’s always so good with you.”

“Then take whatever you want, Bunny. I’m all yours.”

My gaze focuses in on where she lines me up with her entrance, and we both gasp and jerk when the first inch slips inside. The sensation is like nothing else I’ve ever felt with her and I need a moment to get my shit under control, but Kayla grips my shoulders and works herself up and down the length.

My hands cup her hips as she rides me, watching my cock disappear between her thighs. Kayla was right. It’s always so good between us, but there are no words for how incredible it is this time. I grip the back of her head and pull her down to kiss me, needing her close.

She switches her movements, groaning as she sinks right down, grinding her clit against me.

“Gonna come,” she whispers into my mouth. “Fill me up. Please?”

Her pleading is all it takes to get me over the edge. Anything this woman ever asked me for, I’d bend over backwards to give her.

My arms wrap tight around her waist, pulling her down while my cock explodes, filling the space between us. I suck at her throat and her pussy clenches around me, thighs trembling by my hips, nails clutching at my skin.

Reaching between us, my thumb finds her clit, adding just enough pressure to get her there too. We cling to each other, hearts racing as pleasure floods her system and robs her of her words.

"Ryan?" she pants, her open mouth on my throat sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t want to stop. Can you keep going?”

I’ve never come twice in a row, but if it could happen with anyone, it’s going to be her.