by Katy Kaylee
Sparks skittered across my face and down my neck, and I ground shamelessly against Ryan as need bubbled up like tar inside me. Caressing his broad shoulders, my fingers trembled with need, and he gyrated against me with enough friction to start a fire. My core clenched when callused fingers slipped under my camisole, and he hesitated until I opened my mouth in invitation.
Because- fuck it. There was no reason not to take advantage of the fact this stupid hot guy thought I was attractive.
“Where’s the cake?” Yanking me off the wall to hoist me high, Ryan buoyed my ass with his powerful forearm, and I groaned gutturally. Excitement boiled my blood, and I flung my arm towards the kitchen as his tongue snuck past my teeth. My taste buds tingled wildly, and saliva pooled in my mouth as our tongues tangled together. His gait only made me hotter, and I reached blindly to shove my hands under his crew-neck to grope his taut muscles greedily.
Setting me down on the small kitchen table, Ryan yanked his shirt over his head before pulling down my pajama pants and panties, and eagerness flooded my veins. There was no room for even a single hint of self-consciousness under the weight of his fierce gaze, and he gasped faintly as he tossed my clothes to the floor carelessly. Groaning softly when he kissed my thigh, I lifted my head to catch his eye and witness his unbridled need for me first hand.
“Take your shirt off, Gwen.” Arching sharply when Ryan bit my bare mound ever so gently, I shivered and clenched above curling toes. Hastily wiggling out of my shirt as demanded, a moan escaped me when he palmed my thighs to spread them as far apart as possible. Even then, he was careful of my lack of flexibility; it wasn’t like I could do a split, after all, and that was probably more erotic than the way he licked his lips as he stared.
“I hope you trust this table.” Dragging two fingers between my sopping folds, Ryan’s gaze flickered up as pleasure shot up to coil behind my eyes. His murmur sent shocks down my thighs, and I clenched my core as he reached up to stick two more fingers in my mouth.
The taste of him mingled with strawberry frosting was enough to tip me over the edge, and I gagged when Ryan jammed his digits down my throat. Hot, knowing fingers reached knuckle-deep into my channel, and spasms raced down my spine as I clamped down on him. Pleasure diffused my every muscle, and he slathered icing along my tongue and inner cheeks as my own saliva threatened to choke me.
Gasping harshly when he retreated from both holes, I quivered violently before the sound of Ryan’s jeans hitting the floor rang in my ears. Forcing my eyes open, I somehow managed to sit up straight, and my palms tingled wildly as they wrapped around his fat, glorious cock. Grabbing my face, he thrust into my hands as his lips smashed onto mine, and the passion in his kiss blew all my thoughts to dust.
“F- fuck me hard- hard- Ryan, fuck me so good- p- please-” My plea made Ryan’s rock-hard cock twitch in my grip, and I squeezed and pumped just to marvel at it.
Craig never got this hard for me, and my excitement reached its peak.
Tearing his lips from mine, Ryan tangled one hand in my hair as the other gripped my thigh hard, and I locked my ankles behind my back. Bracing myself on weak arms, I groaned as the head of his cock seared my folds. With one, mighty thrust, he entered me, and my eyes rolled back as bolts of pleasure struck my chest like lightning. Intense, uncontrollable tremors rippled down my spine and legs, and I clenched my jaw as he pulled back to thrust with a grunt.
Stretching my walls, Ryan’s cock speared my insides with each, powerful, thrust, and my euphoria jacked up with every impact of his hips against mine. Moan after moan tore from my throat, and he yanked his hand from my hair to smear cake on my chest. It didn’t even matter to me if he’d just grabbed a handful of the stuff and desecrated what I’d made, and his hot lips suckled and licked up the sweet desert.
Undulating around his length, I groaned as my orgasm finally faltered enough for me to breathe, and Ryan captured my mouth to force his tongue past my teeth. The piece of cake he offered me tinged with his taste, and he gripped both my hips with bruising force.
“Fuck- fuck me- fuck me-e-a-ah-h-h!” Tiny tears leaked from my eyes as I sobbed from the pleasure of it all- the eroticism and force of Ryan’s thrusts were overwhelming when he redoubled his efforts. His harsh pants rolled down my chest, and the hard slap of skin against skin drummed in my ears beyond the blood pounding. My shriek bounced off the walls and ceiling as I threw my head back, and he ducked his head to suck and nibble my nipple almost painfully hard.
My elbows gave out, and the table rattled threateningly as Ryan slowed, his hips grinding against my own to ride out the residual waves of rapture. Wheezing shallowly, I forced my eyes open, and he draped himself over me to kiss my cheek.
“We still have most of a cake left… I think, next, I’m gunna eat some of it off your pussy- is that safe, do you know?” Shuddering violently at his mumble, I gasped as Ryan reached between us to flick my throbbing clit. “Who cares, right? We’ll just take a shower… and I’ll fuck you again- and again- and then some more. How does that sound, huh? I hope you took your birth control three days ago.”
“I- I have th- the impl-lant…” Sputtering stupidly, I heaved as big a breath as I could, but it ended in a moan when Ryan straightened to jerk my ass off the edge of the table and thrust deeper. That reminds me. I need to make an appointment to get a new one. The thought came and went as quickly as it took me to blink, and my gaze roamed in search of his face to find him sucking on his fingers.
God- he’s so sexy when he does that.
“This is a really good cake, Gwen. Seriously.” Reaching to pick up a crumbling piece and crane it into his mouth, he groaned softly, and pride ripped through me with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes. His cock throbbed inside me, and he repeated the action before exiting me to drop to his knees. This time, he didn’t chew, and I propped myself on my elbows as he spread my thighs wide with a hungry glint in his eyes.
Gwen
“What are you doing, Gwen? Come cuddle with me-“ Tearing my eyes off my laptop screen, I couldn’t help the guilty smile that stretched my lips. Ryan puffed out his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest, and I reached to rub my eyes before he spoke up again. “Really, though- what are you doing that’s so important that you had to go and ruin my ego in one blow?”
“I’m trying to figure out my money… it’s not something I can put off.” Arching a brow quizzically, Ryan only sauntered into my office when I nodded, and he hummed softly. Turning my gaze back to my laptop, I propped my elbow on the desk to hold my chin in my palm. “I bought this house in full with what I made selling my restaurant, and I have a good amount left over. It was all in all a $2million deal, and this place was $565grand, but I’m not sure I’ll have enough to do what I want to do. The longer I put it off, the less I have, you know?”
“How much do you have left versus your estimate, if you don’t mind my asking?” Scanning my spreadsheet, I navigated the mouse to a browser window to open it, and Ryan leaned down over my shoulder. Everything about my finances was okay, but I’d already went through starting up a restaurant business. I knew from experience that just okay wasn’t good enough, and I pursed my lips together as I pointed at the screen.
“My divorce settlement was what I used for the house, but right now, with everything I’ve done- moving and getting a new car and furniture and all that- I’m sitting at $1.2million, but I don’t think that’ll be enough to start something from scratch. I have to get a building- renovate it- do repairs if needed… plus all the stuff that comes after. Equipment, employees, contractors, marketing and advertising…”
“What are you thinking of doing?” Leaning back in my wheeled chair, I heaved a sigh as a headache built behind my eyeballs. “It’s just a restaurant, right? There are plenty of vacant ones downtown.”
“I need one big enough, though, and I haven’t even gotten to looking, yet. It’s not just a restaurant- I want a bakery, too. Like I had in San Francisco. It was a huge pla
ce with the restaurant on this wall-“ Holding up my hands, I wiggled my fingers as I drew my opposite palm far away. “And the bakery on this wall, and all the tables and stuff in between.”
“Oh- that sounds really cool, actually.” Smiling as Ryan straightened, heat crept up my neck when he ruffled my crown gingerly. “So, what’s your plan? When did you want to start looking for a place?”
“This week, I was hoping to look around. I mean, like I said- I’ve done this before, so it’s not like I have no idea what I’m looking for. I just don’t know if I’ll have the money if the realtor doesn’t want to haggle, or if the building needs extensive renovation. I want to be open by May. I worked for years to finalize my divorce, so I think my plan is pretty well-rounded. It’s not like Craig is bothered with me anymore.” Ryan’s palm stiffened against my scalp, and I tensed when I realized what I had blurted out. My gaze flew up, widening at the darkening clouds that gathered in his eyes under deeply creased brows. “Uh- ah, not- not that it’s… um… so…”
“… So…” Echoing me gruffly, Ryan cleared his throat roughly, and I rolled my lips between my teeth until he spoke up again. “If you need a little extra money, I can help you out, Gwen. It’s not like I’m reckless with what I make, and it’d be a good investment.”
“R- really? You’d help me?” Sputtering in surprise, my eyes widened when Ryan nodded firmly, and the dark shadows fled from his gaze. Crouching down to get to my level, he caressed my cheek and neck, slipping his fingers through my hair, and my heart flipped. Holding my breath as he drew a thoughtful expression, I silently wondered if Craig had drove me insane, and I’d escaped into a fantasy- that this wasn’t really real.
“On one condition.” Twisting to face him fully, I nodded before Ryan cracked a small smile. “Come back to bed. It’s 4am, Gwen, and baby, it’s cold outside…”
A shocked giggle burst from my throat, and Ryan’s smile widened as he straightened to hold out his hand for me. Affection sloshed in my chest on the way out of my office, and I flicked off the light before following him down the hallway. My bedroom sat at the end of the hall, and Ryan shut the door behind us to wrap his arms around me tightly.
“I didn’t know you could sing…” Shuffling in sync to my messed bed, I smiled into the darkness when Ryan kissed my neck. His front was warm against my back, and he carefully rolled my shirt up and over my head. Dry palms grazed my nipples as he reached for my pajama pants, but his touch was strangely comforting- absent of any sexual expectation.
“I can’t, really. I just like to. Especially when it makes you laugh- you have a beautiful laugh.” My face burned in the darkness before I climbed into bed, and Ryan followed swiftly to drop down next to me. His hands guided my leg over his sharp abdominals and my arm over his pectoral muscles, and I sighed softly as I wiggled as close as I could. “Let’s watch a movie. Where’d the controller go?”
“Can we watch something you’re in?” Fumbling around blindly for the controller, Ryan only grunted at my question. “Does it make you uncomfortable to watch yourself on tv?”
“Nah- It’s impossible for me to make a fool of myself. Out of every high-schooler in the country, I got picked up by that guy. I’m pretty sure I haven’t failed him, yet, too.” Humming softly, I nuzzled the coarse hairs on Ryan’s chest as he held out the remote and turned on the tv. “I’ve been a supporting character in a few action movies- I even did a stint in RIPcuts. Do you like horror movies?”
“Isn’t that a SAW ripoff?” Ryan nodded, unabashed, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his abundant confidence in his acting. “I like horror movies, yeah.”
“Awesome- I love horror movies. Let’s watch it. Which, if you want to know- RIPcuts did really well for a B-rate horror. Let me tell you- I’ve never been so glad to get ticket sale commissions. I’m so used to getting paid for the entire project in one go, but I made double doing it that way. That’s a huge difference between movies and tv, but I’m glad I get to learn how to do both. A lot of actors have failed miserably in the transition- like that chick from Grey’s Anatomy… I forget her name.” Ryan’s voice filled with passion, and I hung on his every word as he shook his head slightly. “Anyway- I’m waiting for the production guy to call my agent. We’re supposed to start filming at some point between now and March. I was honestly shocked when I got the call to be a guest on Selfless and Reckless, and then- I was so popular that they wanted me to be a regular. Like- wha-a-a-t the fuck kind of lucky break is that…?”
“You really love acting…” Ryan moseyed around the movies section on on-demand, and he tightened his arm around my back as he caressed my bare waist just above my panties. My flab squished against his side, but, maybe for the first time, I wasn’t trying to suck it in. “What other movies have you been in?”
“Uh-h… My first movie, I was 18, and it started during my last year of high-school. I played the main characters little brother who gets killed midway, and then she goes all femme-fatal on the dude. It was called ‘End of the Road’ or something. Right after that, I got picked up on Trauma Unit, which was cool- I was only in one episode, but they changed my storyline to become a regular. When I got dropped off that, I was 20, and then S&F contacted my agent about doing an episode or two. We shot that, which was cool, and I went into ‘Malcom’s Buddy Shawn’. I had to learn how to shoot a gun for that. That was awesome. The first time I shot an automatic, I nearly pissed myself, though- I was a laughing stock on set for weeks.”
Ryan kept talking, and talking, and a strange sense of inclusion swept over me as I listened intently. Not even faintly did I think he was talking at me, and a smile picked up my cheeks.
Ryan
Casting Gwen a side glance over the center console, I couldn’t help but reach over and nudge her pouted face.
“I’m not saying ‘I told you so’, but… I told you so. I’ll help you clear out your garage when we get back.” She shot me a weak glare, and I stifled a laugh at how miffed she was. True as could be, Gwen couldn’t start her car this morning- not that I minded being stuck in a 4-foot-wide box with her. Her chest expanded when she inhaled sharply, her breasts straining against the seat belt, and my palm itched with the need to touch her.
“I would appreciate the help. There’s a lot of heavy stuff, though, so maybe I can ask Martin to help, too…” Trailing off, Gwen tore her gaze off the windshield as I drove leisurely towards downtown, and I flexed my hands against the wheel absently. “I feel bad for asking for help. I feel like everyone judges me for moving to San Francisco with Craig, but- he’s not even really the main reason I did it. I mean- I did marry him and do it all to be with him, initially, but…”
“No- no, I get it. Being in San Fran was a good thing for a lot of reasons that no one really looks at because of Craig.” Tightening my grip on the wheel even as I eased off the gas at a yellow light, I struggled to keep my disgust out of my voice and off my face. Knowing Gwen, she’d think it was her fault. Why is the girl always at fault? “I know I’m not one to tell you this, but you know everyone wasn’t exactly rooting for you two, Gwen. Even though I was 13, or maybe because of it, I got the sense that no one thought he was anything special, or that he was particularly amazing to you.”
“It’s a weird thing to feel… regretting how and why I went to San Francisco but being grateful that I did. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten into one of the best culinary schools in the country. I don’t want to think of what my life would be like if I hadn’t done what I did- it’s not like I can go back in time or anything.” Pausing abruptly as the light changed green, Gwen sighed and raked her hand through her beautiful, chestnut hair out of the corner of my eye. “Sorry- I don’t want to bitch about it so much… all of that is over.”
“Don’t apologize, Gwen. The truth is that my old man was totally against me being in the drama clubs and stuff when I started doing it in sixth grade. He told me all the time that I should do sports or some shit. He even told me one time that being in plays
and stuff would make me gay- which is weird, because he’s not homophobic or anything. Like, he’s fully supportive of my little sister being a lesbian. I think he was just really worried that I wouldn’t be seen as a man, and he would’ve then failed as a father. Anyway- the point is, when I got chosen in junior year, he changed his tune entirely. Suddenly, he was so proud of me, when the week before, he had this resigned indignation about my acting.” Reaching over to squeeze her thigh reassuringly, I kept my eyes on the road and tried to limit my frown to the half of my face Gwen couldn’t see. “People only see what they think is the most socially detrimental aspect of something. They worry about how it’ll impact them, not you. Your family thinks that because you’re divorced, you’re stigmatizing them. Has anyone even asked you about the restaurant you sold?”
“My mom did. I wanted to go to San Fran since I figured out that it had such good culinary schools, and she was fully supportive. She didn’t exactly like Craig, but she also knew that I wouldn’t listen to her- she’s definitely the ‘make your own mistakes and learn from it’ type, which you know already… but… if she did know what Craig did to me, she’d blame herself for not trying harder.” Gwen only hesitated in the slightest before saying something she couldn’t take back, and I tensed in my heated seat. Suddenly, the car became smaller, and I held my breath as my heart hammered in my chest. “I married him because I gave him my virginity, and he convinced me that no one else would want me now. No one really knew how bad it was, and I’m sure that if they did, they’d only judge me worse. I mean- what kind of person am I to agree to stay with a guy that I knew wasn’t good for me?”
“… Did you give it to him, or did he take it from you, though, Gwen?” Grinding the question out through clenched teeth, I pursed my lips as I took a turn with stiff arms. She didn’t answer, didn’t look at me, and I glanced over to find her staring at her lap and picking her nails. “I’ll never understand that, and I won’t try to pretend I can, but there’s no black and white. There’s no single reason. There’s no moment when everything becomes clear, and you know exactly what to do and what the consequences are of not doing it.”