“This is nice,” Ryan says softly.
“I know something even nicer,” I reply, giving his cock a soft stroke.
“Another of your secret talents?”
“You might say that,” I reply, shifting my position until I’ve engulfed him in my desperate and yearning mouth.
Chapter 17
I wake up fairly early and we are still nestled in the same position we fell asleep in, his body spooned up behind me. I don’t want to wake Ryan, so I lie still for a bit and then slowly roll over. I’m surprised to see his eyes open. He’s awake and just lying there, holding me close.
“Good morning,” he says with a smile.
“Morning,” I reply.
Ryan kisses me gently on the lips and smiles again.
“Would you like some breakfast?” he asks. “I don’t want to rush you, but I’ve been up for a while already. I still have to finish packing and go our parents’ house for lunch.”
“That might be awkward…” I reply.
“I’ve been hiding my feelings this long, I think I can manage one more day,” he replies.
I understand completely, but I’m still disappointed. After last night, I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. We don’t have much time left at all, and I selfishly want to have Ryan to myself.
“Cool. I’m not that hungry yet, but I’ll have a cup of coffee and join you,” I answer.
We walk into the kitchen and I put on a pot of coffee. Ryan takes out some cereal and milk. When the coffee is done, I sit at the table with him.
“So, what are you doing tonight when you get back?” I ask.
“I thought maybe we could all go out for dinner together. Nothing crazy—just some pizza and beer,” he replies.
“Sounds like fun,” I say dully.
“Really? Because you don’t seem too excited,” Ryan replies, sounding hurt.
“I’m sorry. I really am. I look forward to spending every minute with you until you leave. I just don’t want you to go. Especially so soon. I’m so, so, happy for you, but I’m a little sad, too,” I finish honestly.
“I get it, Eve. I feel the same way. Just come with me,” he says, presenting me with that tempting offer once again. “It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, just come.”
The emotion in his plea tell me that he is serious, and I believe that he wants me there—I just don’t know. There are so many things to consider. Ryan will have so much going on, especially in the beginning. He doesn’t need me tagging along. Maybe a couple of months down the road it would make more sense, but all of this is happening too fast to make a big decision like that now.
“I promise I will consider it. Let’s just give it some time—give you some time to adjust to your new life before I come barging into it,” I resolve.
“If that’s what you want to do, that’s fine. But I want you there. The only way this whole experience could be more amazing would be to have you there by my side,” Ryan says. “I love you, Eve.”
“I love you too,” I say hesitantly. I do love Ryan, but I have a much harder time expressing my feelings than he does—obviously.
We finish our coffee and Ryan gets up to put his bowl in the sink.
“I’m going to pack whatever I have left. It shouldn’t take long. Wanna come and keep me company?” he asks as he walks into his room.
I don’t answer, but follow him in anyway. The sheet on his bed is a mess, and our champagne glasses are perched on the nightstand from the night before. I smile as I’m reminded of last night, of Ryan’s body on top of mine, of us making love for the first time.
“You’ve been doing a lot of smiling since last night,” Ryan remarks with a smile of his own.
“It’s just been an amazing couple of days,” I reply.
Ryan starts putting his things in boxes and some in the suitcase. I just help organize and label things. He is finished in under an hour. He really doesn’t have that much. Everything fit neatly into the suitcases and two medium sized boxes. He puts it all in the corner of the room and looks around.
“Holy shit, Eve,” Ryan murmurs. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it. You’re going to be a star.”
“Maybe. You better be there to walk the red carpet with me, if I do,” he insists.
“Of course. I would love to be your arm candy,” I say with a wink.
Ryan walks over and stands in front of me. He places his hand on my chin and tilts my head up. He looks into my eyes, and I when I stare back, I can see that his are filled with happiness.
He places his lips on mine. They are warm and soft and I’m reminded again of last night. Ryan runs the tip of his tongue along my lips. I slip my tongue out of my own mouth to meet his, and we begin to kiss. There is even more passion between us than the night before. I rest my hands on his hips, our mouths pulsing together, sharing this fascinating new emotion.
Ryan is still holding my chin when he pulls away, stopping to kiss me softly on the lips several times before ending our romantic moment.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to continue this later,” he says. “I have to catch the train soon. I’m sure mom and dad are going to want me to stay for a while so the sooner I get there, the earlier I will be back. You sure you don’t want to come?”
“I’m sure. Besides, you need me to make sure everyone can get together tonight.”
“Tony is in, and I think Adam, but if you can rally up some of the girls, that would be great,” Ryan answers. “I’ll see you later. I have to leave if I want to make the next train.”
“See you later,” I reply.
With that, Ryan puts on his jacket and a hat and leaves. Hopefully, he’ll make it. Surely mom will want him to stay for a while, even if she was a little eager to see him fly the nest. He might have been her stepson, but she did care about him. He’ll be lucky if he can make it to dinner with us tonight. I wonder what he’ll say to her? I’ve been so caught up in my own feelings I haven’t spoken to her all week. I can’t tell her about me and Ryan, though. There’s no reason to, at this point.
Come to think of it, I don’t know if I should tell anyone about me and Ryan. Not that it matters, but I don’t feel like hearing a bunch of “I told you so’s.” I also don’t want to answer all the questions that will come along with it. This is so new. I wouldn’t know how to explain it to anyone else—especially the “what now” part.
It’d be easier if he was just my friend…
I send a text out to Tara and Keira about dinner tonight. I can’t call Tara. She’ll immediately know something is up. She can read me better than my own mother—although I think my mother may like to just play dumb sometimes. They are both available, so we’ll all meet and hope that Ryan will be able to get there in time for pizza. We plan it on the later side, so he should have time.
I wonder how we are supposed to act tonight. Ryan and I didn’t discuss it at all. Do we act as friends, like we always have? I know I would rather keep it secret, since he is leaving tomorrow and I don't want to deal with the added stress of people asking about us after that. Ryan is much more open and probably doesn’t care who knows. I guess we should have figured that out, but there really wasn’t any time to think about it. I’m not even sure what we are at this point. If he was staying, we would probably try dating, but he’s not… Then again, if he was staying, neither of us would have recognized our feelings in the first place.
I keep busy for the rest of the day. I clean up and straighten the apartment. I glance over at our little Christmas tree several times. There are no gifts under the tree and it will be lucky if it survives until Christmas, but I love it anyway. Ryan and I almost had a little life together here. We make such good friends, we know we can live together, and we also know now that we make very good lovers, too. Maybe I will go to California. Maybe I should take the chance. I really have nothing to lose. If things don’t work out, I can always come back. I don’t know though, that’s a lot of ‘maybes’ for me.
I’ll keep thinking about it, and in a couple of months, if things are going well, I’ll know better what to do.
Late in the afternoon, I decide it’s time to leave and go meet everyone. I lazily take a shower and get dressed. It’s still so cold outside, so I put on my coat, hat, and gloves and head outside for the short walk to our favorite pizzeria. Tara and Keira are there waiting already, beers in hand.
“Hey, girls,” I greet them as I walk in.
“Hey, stranger,” Tara replies, giving me a hug.
“Yeah. What’s up, girl?” Keira says, hugging me next.
I laugh. “It’s winter. I’m not a fan of being outside. Call me when spring is here.” I order a beer and see Tony walk in. He sees us by the bar and comes over to join us.
“Hello, ladies,” Tony says trying to sound suave.
“Hey, Tony,” we each reply, giving him hugs as well.
“Three of you and one of me. This could make for an interesting evening,” he jokes.
“You wish,” Keira says with a laugh.
We clink our glasses and make conversation for a while, and then I spot Ryan walking in with Adam. My heart stops momentarily. I wish I could give him a signal—like, “hey, let’s not tell anyone what happened,”—but all I can do is make faces at him trying to convey my thoughts. I know it’s not going to work, but there’s a chance we’re on the same page.
Ryan and Adam walk over to the corner of the bar where we are gathered and say their hellos. Ryan kisses me on the cheek. It’s not our “normal” behavior, but not so over the top that anyone notices. Tara may have seen, but I’m sure she’ll wait until we’re alone to say anything. We let the hostess know we are all here and she takes us to our table. We all sit down and Ryan takes a seat next to me.
I feel the electricity between us and hope no one else notices. We are all laughing and talking like every other time we’ve been together. I feel completely different, though. Ryan and I have this secret, and I feel like it’s written all over my face, but it appears no one knows. I’m glad Ryan decided to play it cool instead of telling everyone. I would have felt completely awkward. They all think we have something going on to begin with—at least, that’s what it seemed like when we announced we were moving in together. So I’m sure telling them we slept together wouldn’t shock anyone. The “love” part might, though.
We enjoy our “last” dinner all together. There are lots of laughs and many toasts to our soon-to-be famous friend. Everything seems so surreal—last night seems almost like a dream. If it wasn’t for Ryan sneaking his hand on my thigh for a squeeze every so often, I may not think it was true. Then, with everyone toasting and talking about what Ryan’s new life will be like with all his new Hollywood friends, it brings me back to that whole reality. I try not to listen when they talk about all the starlets and models Ryan will be “boning,” but I know that it’s a strong possibility. Between all these mixed feelings—our hidden romance, and uncertain future—I might explode.
Our group leaves the restaurant together and walk in the direction of our apartments. Tony and Adam are going out for more drinks, and hopefully some hot hook ups. They try to convince Ryan to go, but he says he wants to stay home for his last night here. The boys say their final goodbyes, at least for now, and give big bear hugs to each other before parting ways. Tony and Adam walk toward the bar they’re going to and the rest of us continue on.
We walk a couple more blocks and reach our building. Ryan says goodbye to Tara and Keira, who both start tearing up when they hug him. They wish him luck and make me promise to call this week to hang out.
Ryan and I walk up the stairs to our building. He takes my hand in his as we near the doors, and when he opens them, I see Tara looking at us curiously. She will definitely be calling me tomorrow to ask what’s up.
Ryan keeps my hand in his as we ascend the stairs to the third floor. I don’t know what’s going to happen with us tonight, but I’m nervous and excited.
Ryan unlocks the door and pushes it open. We step inside and remove our coats and hats and shake off the cold. As I begin to remove the sweater I’m wearing over my top, Ryan struts over to me. He helps slip it up over my shoulders without a word and takes a step closer. With his hands on my shoulders, he bows his head down and kisses me. It’s not soft or gentle like the other times—it’s rugged and needy, and I like it.
Ryan’s tongue is in my mouth, moving and probing deeper as mine weaves with his in sync. He tightens his grip on my arms and kisses me deeper, pushing me back against the wall. I put one hand around his back and grab onto the hair on the back of his head with the other, pulling him toward me so every part of our bodies are touching.
He reaches down to the hem of my top and pulls it up over my head. He puts both hands on my breasts and forcefully massages them over my bra before removing that, too. He takes his mouth off mine for a moment so he can look at me and gives me a devilish smile that makes him look even sexier than he ever has. He pulls off his own tee shirt and throws it off to the side.
Ryan takes my breast into his hand and leans over to put it in his mouth. My nipples are completely erect so he runs his tongue along one, licking it, before moving to the other. I have both hands on his head and I’m running them through his hair. He straightens up and starts kissing me again with the same intensity, pressing his own chest into mine. He slides his hands down over my arms down to my waist and unbuttons my jeans. Without skipping a beat or taking his mouth off mine, he nudges them down over my hips.
I am so turned on, seeing Ryan like this. I’m used to his sensitive, caring side. This aggressive, take-charge attitude is intensely sexy. He runs his hands down my sides and over the front of my panties, pressing his palm against my pussy and rubbing it up and down. He lets one finger slide between my fold as he moves his hand over the soft fabric, teasing me. I shove my hips forward, trying to reach Ryan’s body and run both of my own hands up his muscular chest. I pull his shirt up and Ryan moves his lips off mine so I can lift it over his head, and then begins kissing me again. I can feel his need and desire with every stroke of his tongue.
He takes his hands off me to undo his own pants and quickly takes them off along with his boxer briefs. Ryan reaches his hands around my sides and pulls me into him. My breasts are tight against his chest and his length hard and ready against me. He moves himself back so he can deftly work his shaft between my legs. Ryan starts pumping his cock back and forth over my panties between my folds, teasing me again. I grab his firm ass with both hands and bring him closer into me, wrapping one leg around him at the same time.
“Come on, Ryan. Fuck me,” I say, which is very out of character for me. But his behavior is bringing out a different side of me, exposing a woman that I wasn’t aware existed.
He still doesn’t say a word but pushes my panties to the side, letting the tip of his erection touch my bare skin. Then he easily slides two fingers inside me and I gasp. We are still kissing and I grasp his shaft in my hand and begin to stroke him while he fingers me. Each time my hand moves toward my body, I pull him harder so the tip of his erection touches my wetness, begging him to enter me. He’s not giving in yet. Ryan inserts another finger inside me and moves faster, pumping his hand while I continue to fondle him.
My knees are weak. I can’t take any more. I need him—now.
I put my hands behind him again and try pulling him closer. Ryan slides his fingers out from inside me and tugs my panties down, until they fall freely. In one move, he plunges himself between my inner lips. I’m so wet already that I eagerly take in his whole length, enveloping him.
Ryan begins to thrust into me, hard. My back is still against the wall and I have one leg around his thigh. He easily lifts my legs around his waist. I throw my arms around his shoulders and start kissing and sucking on his neck as he continues pumping, moving himself in and out of me while making small circles with his hips.
I grab at his back with my hands and squeeze, “Oh God, that feels so go
od,” I whisper against his lobe.
Ryan groans for me. “Fuck yeah, it does.”
Ryan’s hands are under my ass, helping me stay perched on top of him. He is pistoning in and out and I am bouncing up and down, and the steady pulse of our movements is taking us both to the edge of climax. I start moving faster and Ryan plunges so deep inside me. He doesn’t pull out but makes small figure-eights, continuously hitting all the right places. I grip his shoulders and Ryan presses me back into the wall as he pulls himself out until just the tip of his manhood is still inside me, and then buries himself back in, groaning as he does.
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