41. Ryan

Chapter 41

Ryan

Booking spontaneous flights from Los Angeles to Geneva last Christmas felt pretty outrageous, but this feels even crazier. My knee has barely stopped jiggling the entire flight, all my nervous anticipation desperately seeking a way out. I don’t think I’ll feel settled until I’m back in her arms.

My luggage is first off the plane, the security gods look fondly on me, and soon I’m in a hire car and on the road. I could have waited for a shuttle bus, but those take forever on the winding roads and I need to see her now.

As luck would have it, Kayla is staying at her parents’ house while they have some maintenance work done before the high season, and I plan to take full advantage of having the place to ourselves every night. She’s not expecting me for another two days, so I have to hope she’s home and I don’t have to chase her all over the mountain.

When I turn onto the road up to our houses, I spot her, those unmistakable blonde braids, walking up from town with some fucking guy by her side. When they pass underneath a streetlamp, I see she’s in a summer dress, the skirt swishing around her bare legs, and I nearly lose my mind at the thought of running my hands up underneath them and finding her wet and aching for me .

Overtaking them, I pull over and park across the street from my place. It’s far enough up the hill she won’t notice me, close enough I can still watch her like some fucking creep.

They stroll up the hill and pause outside the front steps to her chalet. In my rearview mirror, I watch him put his hand on her shoulder, and I don’t fucking like it.

Despite my best efforts, she’s made it clear we’re not in a relationship. Whatever she does with her time around our visits is up to her, but if she sends me away, I don’t know if I'll get over it.

She’s right there, close enough to reach out and grab, and my head is so twisted up over her I can’t think straight. I need her touch to ground me.

If she invites him inside, the surprise will be ruined, but I came all this way for her, for my girl, and I’m not about to let some other guy take her home.

I take it as a good sign they're still in the street. While she’s busy talking to this douchebag, I grab my backpack from the passenger seat, step out quietly, and cross the road.

Sneaking around the back of my family's chalet, I desperately hope I don’t interrupt this week’s guests. The lights are off, but you never know who might be sitting out on the back patio or relaxing in the hot tub. Thankfully, all is quiet, so I hop up the grassy bank at the back of the garden and make my way down to Kayla’s house.

In winter, this is all hidden by snow and it takes a couple of minutes to crunch my way over. Now it’s all flat grass, and I’m climbing the steps to her balcony before I know it.

Her parents were always telling her off for forgetting to lock her door to the outside, and when I chance my luck, there’s no resistance in the handle.

Jackpot .

She’ll get an earful for that later, but for now I slip inside, and wait with my ear beside the gap in the door to the main house. When I hear the front door open, then close, I pray for one set of footsteps, not two.

In the silence of her bedroom, my breathing kicks up a notch. This is a fucking stupid idea. What if she brings this guy inside, up to her room, and I’m here waiting? Am I going to jump into her closet and be subjected to whatever unfolds, or will I have to sit on the end of her bed like a chump and explain myself.

Or will she come up here alone, and I can surprise her by making her sexy intruder fantasy come true?

Now I’m here, I can’t see it playing out well for me. Kayla is fucking strong. She might have been the one to plant the idea of me breaking into her bedroom, but she’ll probably knock me out before I even get a word in.

A ski mask is so impractical for the middle of summer, but it was a big part of the rush for her, so I dig it out of my bag and pull it over my head, anyway. In the mirror, I give myself a jumpscare. If I found a guy like this in my bedroom, I’d shit my pants and dive out of the window.

With my back plastered to the wall, I listen for voices, but all I hear is Kayla singing to herself and tidying up in the kitchen. After a few minutes she climbs the stairs to this floor, not skipping the third and fifth ones that creak. Why would she? I’m the one sneaking around, not her.

The sound of my blood thumping in my ears makes it hard to focus on her next steps. I can’t tell if she’s headed for the bathroom or the—

“Oof!”

Her bedroom door hits me in the face as she barges through it and I move fast, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms to the side. As predicted, she puts up a good fight, kicking me in the leg and throwing her head back to headbutt my nose. Luckily, I saw that one coming and duck to one side, lifting her off the ground to get her under control. She tries to scream, and I clasp my hand over her mouth to silence her.

“Easy now, Bunny,” I whisper close to her ear, and though she softens in my arms the second she recognises my voice, I can still feel the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her chest heaves, and when she tries to squirm out of my hold again, I know this time it’s all for show.

“Sh-shhh. Sexy intruder, remember?”

She moans, tipping her head back against my shoulder. I dip mine to look right at her, needing to check she’s still as into this idea as she was when she first mentioned it. She moans when she sees the mask, fast breaths huffing in and out of her nose.

“Is that a yes? You still want that?”

She nods behind my hand, pressing a kiss to the middle of my palm. I take a deep breath and get into character.

“I'm gonna let go of your mouth now,” I growl against her ear, “But if you scream again, I will fill it with my cock so fucking fast. Do you understand me?”

She nods again and I drag my hand lower, feeling her pulse flutter in her neck while she gulps down air.

“Who's the guy?”

“Matty. He leads bike tours.”

“He mean something to you?” I ask, and she quickly shakes her head.

“Just a friend.”

The way he kept putting his hand on her didn’t look friendly to me. “Does he know that? ”

“Probably not,” she laughs, making my cock throb. I love it when Kayla leans into her bratty side. The thought of another man thinking he can have a chance with her pisses me off enough to spur me on.

“What a little cocktease you are. Did you kiss him?”

“No.”

I spin her to face me and grip her jaw between my thumb and fingers. There’s a brief flash of panic in her eyes, but it gives way to a look I’m much more familiar with. Lust.

That look betrays her. She’s not scared, and she has no reason to be. No, she’s excited. Kayla knows I’d never hurt her. I live to give her everything she craves.

Her chest heaves close between us, tits full and high in her strappy sundress. Her skin is golden from her days outside in the summer sun, freckles dusting the tops of her shoulders.

“You'd better not be lying to me, Bunny. When I put my tongue in your mouth, the only thing I want to taste is you.”

“I’m not lying.” She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, spurring me on.

I dip my head and slowly lick the length of it, staring into her eyes the entire time. She tastes of salt and beer and her, but when she leans in to kiss me, I pull away.

“How much have you had to drink?”

She holds up two fingers. I snatch them in my fist and bring them to my mouth, sucking them deep. She whimpers as she watches me, and her hips tip forward, grinding against the rock solid erection that threatens to bust out of my shorts.

I spit on her fingers and flip the skirt part of her dress up, revealing white, lacy panties. I hope she won’t mind if I ruin them tonight .

“Touch yourself,” I bark at her, and she shoves her hand down the front, groaning at the sensation. It gives me a thrill to know this is turning her on as much as it is me.

Backing her up against the wall, I make space between us, keeping my arm locked with my hand at her throat, holding her gently in place.

“Fuck yourself,” I tell her, watching as her hand works faster. With my other hand, I pull the straps of her dress down, tugging it until it gathers at her waist and her tits spill free. Her beautiful chest heaves with each hurried gasp for air.

“I can hear how wet you are, Kayla. Are you my desperate little slut?” Her eyes flare, then roll back in her head. “Spread your legs wider and keep going.”

Of all the shit we’ve done, this is some of the darkest, but she’s always been my safe place to explore fantasies, and I’ve always been hers. We know we’ll never hurt each other. This is just a way for the raw animals inside us to come out, the ones that want nothing more than to scratch and bite and suck and fuck.

Kayla shifts her focus to her clit. When her legs begin to tremble, I can tell she’s getting close. I release her throat, pinch her tight nipples, and smack them hard. The sensation has her squirming against her hand, and I haul it out of her underwear and up to my mouth.

“Mine,” I growl, sucking her fingers clean, then shoving my tongue in her mouth. She opens for me, kissing me back, clutching my t-shirt in her fists and leaping into my arms.

With one hand under her ass, I reach the other between us, tug the damp lace to one side, and thrust two fingers straight into her wet heat. “Were you close, Bunny?”

“Yes,” she cries, her head dropping to my shoulder.

“You need to come real bad, don’t you? ”

Her hips rock back and forth, fucking herself on my hand, desperately seeking pleasure.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

I pull her away from the wall and carry her across the room.

“On the bed. Face down.” She bounces when I drop her, rolling straight over and lifting her ass up to wriggle her damp underwear down her thighs. I yank them straight off her, and the memory of stuffing her mouth with them a few years ago shudders through me. She loved it, but tonight I want to hear her when I make her scream.

Behind her, I strip out of my clothes but leave the ski mask on. My skin prickles with sweat, a mix of summer heat and feral energy pouring off of me.

“Do I need a condom when I fuck your whore cunt?” I ask her, grabbing her delicious, round ass roughly, then bringing my hand down for a firm smack. My words are harsh, but the unspoken question hangs between us. When she shakes her head, I know in my heart she’s telling me she hasn’t been with anyone since me.

“Good girl,” I tell her, bending to kiss away the sting. “Get that ass up and spread yourself open.”

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moans, reaching back to follow my orders.

“Is that what you want, baby? Want me to use these holes and fill them up and make them mine?” I spit onto the tight muscle there, and the sight of it dripping down and mixing with her slickness makes my cock throb even harder. “Too late, sweetheart. They’re already fucking mine.”

I hitch her higher and line my cock up with her aching pussy. The way she’s got me feeling, I could come right now, but I need this to be so good for her.

“Look at me, Kayla. Look me in the eye so I can see them widen when I fill you.”

She twists her shoulders to look back up at me. I must look fucking insane in nothing but a black mask, but from the way she bites her lip, I know she loves it.

The urge to plunge straight in is strong, but I go slowly instead, forcing her to feel every inch as I claim her. When my hips meet the curve of her ass, I’m all the way in, and I need to take a moment to breathe and cherish it. I caress my hand down the length of her spine, admiring her strong back muscles, her full hips, and toned thighs.

“You good, baby?” I ask, softly.

“Ruin me,” she begs, reaching one arm behind her back. I cup her tattoo to pin her in place, then slide my cock out and let loose.

Wet, filthy sounds fill the room, harsh breaths and deep groans rolling out of me with every thrust. I fuck her hard and fast. Deeper and deeper. Kayla doesn’t talk much, leaning into her submissive role, but her moans are loud, guttural, and cut off with ‘yes’ . ‘Fuck’ . ‘More’ .

She feels incredible, and though I’d love it to last longer, I know we have all week to take advantage of each other. When I’m not sure I can hold off much longer, I flip her over and thrust straight back in, moving one hand to her clit and yanking the mask off with the other.

“Get there now, baby. Come on my cock.”

She grabs at her breasts, hips bucking up to meet my every thrust, and I watch my girl throw her head back at the exact moment she tightens around me and lets her orgasm take over. I grab her thighs and pull her tight onto me, holding her in place while my cock explodes, jet after jet pulsing into her warm pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she pants, beautiful and glowing. She stares up at me and swallows hard. “What… the fuck… was that?”