Chapter 18

The last time I physically saw Ryan was him standing at my front door unexpectedly, and now here again he surprises me at work in the middle of the week. We decided to alternate months of visiting each other, but over the last few months, the timing just hasn't worked out in our favor. So, video calls, texts, and phone calls are all that it's been.

Now, he's standing here in the flesh, disrupting my workflow, although decidedly a welcome distraction, I have to admit. If we were still trying to do the rotation of houses thing, but honestly, we haven't discussed it since the last scheduling conflict. Say that he was going by that agreement, even then he wasn't supposed to come into town until this weekend, and it's only Wednesday. I don't have much time to stop what I'm working on, though. But he's kissing my neck and he brought me my favorite coffee drink. I always want coffee, and sex doesn't hurt either.

As his lips move down my collarbone, I close my laptop and turn around to face him. I have the desk in a standing position today, so I don't have to get up to pull him toward me.

When my mouth closes over his, work slips out of my mind. His tongue in my mouth makes everything else fade away. His hand on the small of my back pulls me closer, away from the desk. There's a small couch in my office, and I can already see where his mind is going. I'm right there with him.

My breath catches in my throat for a second as one of his hands takes my breast under my shirt, caressing with his fingers on the underside while his mouth follows. Ryan's deft fingers unbutton my shirt and unhook my bra. His movements so light, I never even felt him go there.

His feet move and guide me over to the couch, pulling me along as he walks backward. He takes me with him to a sitting position, my knees straddling him in a seamless movement. Everything goes faster after that.

Before I can think about it any further, his mouth is on my other breast, his lips closing over my nipple. His tongue flicks over it, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I may have blinds and a locked door, but these walls aren't soundproof.

I undo his belt, feeling how hard he is for me. He lifts up so I can pull his pants off, and my hand goes around his dick as they drop.

With his mouth still over my nipple, he goes for my tight pencil skirt, scrambling along the side to find the zipper as fast as he can. I brace myself with my other hand on the back of the couch. I'm ready for him to fuck me. He sucks my nipple when my skirt falls, and I want him inside me. Now.

Ryan has a little foil package in his hand. He must have pulled it out of his pocket before his pants came off. He opens it and rolls on the condom, lifting his head to look up at me,

"You ready for me?" He smiles and waits for my answer.

I kiss him, then guide his hand to my soaked panties, "What do you think?"

In a second, the panties are gone and he's inside me. Our tongues twine together, lips moving to the rhythm we've created down below. He's slow at first and I move with him, matching my hips to his, riding him.

I lean back to help him get deeper inside me, spreading my legs further. He runs his hands up my stomach to both of my breasts as my back bends and his strokes grow more intense.

I know he can go even deeper. I know he wants to go harder. I use my knees to push off him and then turn around to bend over the couch. I spread my legs and wait for him, seeing him get behind me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

I feel him put his hands on my hips, and he teases me with the tip of his dick on my wet pussy lips. His long-callused fingers push inside me and stroke then he pulls them out to run figure eights around my clit with his wet finger.

I grip the couch harder and let out a low moan.

"Ryan, don't tease me like that. I was so close."

He lets out a light laugh, and I feel the tip of his dick at my pussy opening again. His hands are on my hips, and he thrusts hard and slow.

His feet spread my legs wider, and he steps up the pace, still driving hard and deep into me, making it more and more difficult for me to stop myself from crying out.

Ryan reaches his hand underneath me and rubs my clit as he goes even faster. I feel my muscles tighten around him, but he's not done with me yet. He rides me through one orgasm and into the next, never letting up on my clit.

His other hand is on my breast again, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Between my stance on the floor and my grip on the couch, I'm braced for the next orgasm that comes, more intense and lasting longer.

Over and over, he brings me to that edge and rides me through it until he's also spent. I hear him let out a hard breath when he slows down, coming on the end of my last climax with me. He strokes into me a few more times, slower, and then pulls out. I have to catch my breath before I can stand up.

"There are some wet wipes in the desk drawer over there," I point, "can you grab them?"

Ryan goes over to the drawer and does as I ask. We both clean ourselves up and get dressed. He hasn't said much since he got here but he's not often a man of many words. I like him that way.

I don't usually have time for all that extra stuff. But for those few moments when he's inside of me, all the pressures of my life slip away. Those orgasms are going to get me through the rest of my day better than the coffee.

He sits down on the couch before I take my stance at my desk again and open my laptop. My phone goes off, and I realize I have like six missed calls and a dozen text messages. I didn't hear them?

I look over at Ryan and smile. He tends to have that effect on me. He doesn't smile back but instead looks into my eyes like he's begging me to say something else. I have no idea what that would be.

I'm yanked back into the real world when my phone goes off again, and I have to catch up and get on with the rest of my day. I put my Bluetooth in my ear and switch back to boss mode.

"Harry? I swear you'd all implode if I took a full day off," I pause as he answers. "Very funny. I had a personal matter that I needed to take care of, but I'm free now. What did you need that was so urgent?" The sarcasm drips from my voice.

Ryan gets up and comes over to where I stand. He puts his arms around me, kisses my cheek, and says in my Bluetooth free ear, "Can you stop for lunch? It can be something quick, I promise."

I end my call and turn to him. "Ryan, no, sorry. I have a lot on my task list that I still need to get through this afternoon."

I start adjusting my desk to the sitting position. Ryan gave me enough of a workout that I feel justified in sitting down for the rest of the day. He's still standing there when I sit down in my chair and wheel it into place.

"You can't take twenty minutes?"

"I really can't, no, I'm sorry." I scroll through my messages, deciding on which call to take next.

"Okay, well, I guess I have a plane to catch." He throws up his hands and lets them drop to his sides. "There are always chores to do on the ranch."

"Right," I wave at him, "we'll make time for another trip soon. I'll come out to you."

He shakes his head and kisses me on the cheek on his way out the door. I look after him and smile when he looks back at me.

"Ryan," I see my call connect and Helen answers on the other line, "can you shut the door on your way out?"

I turn back to the phone. "No, sorry Helen, I was talking to someone else."

I wave at Ryan again, and he closes the door on his way out. Do I wish I could go to lunch with him and have another fuck in my car before coming back in? Absolutely, I do. But that's not reality. He's just going to have to get used to that.