“Nothing,” he said, picking up his napkin and wiping his mouth.
“Seriously. I can’t let you pay for all of this.”
“I didn’t.”
“What?”
He chuckled, then said, “I said, I didn’t pay for it. I had the hotel put the food on my room’s tab, but deliver it here. Your father or Dave’s father will be paying for it. They told us to order what we wanted.”
“Surely they didn’t mean this.”
“They probably didn’t, but their pride will keep them from saying a word about it.”
I laughed. Both men would be furious and even more so if they found out he shared the meal with me. Shaking my head, I started cleaning up our mess. Ryan helped me stack the dirty, empty dishes on the cart. What remained of the food, Ryan put in the tiny refrigerator in my small kitchen. When I asked him why, he said, “For later.”
He put the chocolate cake on the counter, then pushed the cart toward the door. Thankful he left the cake for me to drown my sorrows in later tonight, I watched him open the door, wishing he wouldn’t leave. Unable to say a word, I turned my back to him and began picking up the room and wondering what I would do the rest of the night. There was a new paranormal romance I wanted to start, but I was already horny and not in the mood to masturbate. I wanted the real thing or nothing. Okay, so chances were, I would rub one out before going to sleep, but I didn’t want to make my ache any worse.
My back stiffened at the sound of the door closing behind me, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. As much as I didn’t want him to leave, nothing good could come of him staying. If anyone saw him with me, they would talk, and the last thing he needed was for people to think we were together or that we hooked up.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” a voice behind me asked, and I spun around to see Ryan standing beside the small table watching me quizzically and holding out a glass of Merlot.
“What… I… Yes,” I said, unsure of what to make of his presence.
“You look confused,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I answered, taking the glass from him. “You startled me, that’s all.”
“Why did I startle you?” He stepped around me and went to the short sofa at the other end of the room.
I followed him, saying, “I thought you had left, so when you spoke, you surprised me.”
“Why did you think I left?”
“Well, you walked out of my room.”
“I did, but only far enough to push the cart into the hall. I didn’t say I was leaving, did I?”
“No, but the food’s nearly gone, so what else would you be staying for?” I didn’t want him to answer that question, not truthfully anyway. I wanted him to lie to me…to tell me he was staying for me…that he wanted me, not that he was staying because my sister didn’t want me to be alone or that she thought I needed someone to protect me from her family.
“For starters, I’m waiting for my food to settle before I dig into that chocolate cake.”
“Oh, yeah. You do know that you are more than welcome to cut a slice and take it with you.”
“Only a slice?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yep. I fully intend to crawl into bed with what’s left and devour it while reading a dirty romance book.”
“That sounds hot.”
“It won’t be. Not even the quickie I’ll give myself before I fall into a chocolate coma will be hot.” Holy shit, I said that aloud.
“Fuck,” he said, before I could try to take the words back. “That was even hotter.”
“I promise it won’t be. I don’t think anyone on this planet thinks the sight of a fat girl fingering herself is hot.” What the hell am I doing? Why do I keep saying shit? To keep my mouth occupied while Ryan eyed me, waiting to see what else I said, I downed my glass of wine.
When I was done, he took my glass from me and sat it down next to his on the table. He turned to me with a look that made my heart beat wildly in my chest and said, “I would love to watch you pleasure yourself, and at some point tonight, I might let you, but I think, for now, I want to do all of the pleasuring.”
Chapter 11 ~ One Night
~~Leigh~~
Um, excuse me. What had he just said? Holy crap, was he about to… He sure the hell was. Before I could react to his words, he had leaned over and pulled me into a kiss. And oh, my God, what a kiss it was. His lips were soft and moved on mine as if they had been doing it all our lives. When his tongue licked the seam of my lips in a request for entrance, I opened my mouth and let him in. The taste of him, the food we had eaten, and the wine assailed me, made me crave more of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him.
I heard a low grumble vibrate his chest when our bodies met that fueled the fire burning in me. Without an invitation or a complaint from him, I crawled onto his lap to feel more of him. My senses were on overload between the taste of him and the feel of his hands roaming my body. My clothes were still on, but I swore I felt as if we were naked.
Somehow, in our attempt to get even closer as we kissed, we managed to maneuver ourselves to where I was lying on the small sofa with him on top of me. He rocked himself against me, and I shook from the near orgasm the act almost gave me.
To allow me to catch my breath and cool down, he reluctantly shifted so that he wasn’t pressing so firmly into me and released my mouth to place soft kisses across my cheek and down to my neck where he buried his face. He traced his lips over my skin, nibbled my ear, my shoulder, and my collar while I tried to calm myself. By the feel of his erection pulsing against my pelvis, he was close as well. Our hearts were beating hard against each other, and we were panting.
Not wanting to break away completely but wanting to slow things down so that we could enjoy ourselves, Ryan busied himself with slowly tasting every inch of my face, neck, shoulders, and chest while I ran my fingers through his hair, across the back of his neck, and down the back of his shirt.
As suddenly as it all started, though, it stopped. One second Ryan was kissing down the V between my breasts and my hands were slowly pulling up the back of his shirt to allow more skin on skin contact and the next he was standing over me, breathing hard, and examining my face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows—an act that inadvertently pushed out my breasts, causing his eyes to shoot straight to them.
“I talk a good game, but I have to hear you say you’re all right with this.”
“All right with what?” I asked, mostly to torture him but also to make him say it.
“I want to make love to you for the rest of the night. You know that, but I didn’t give you a chance to say you wanted that as well. I sort of threw myself on you without allowing you to respond. Before I can go any further, I have to hear you say that it’s all right.”
“Oh. I see,” I said, sliding off the sofa. I walked away from him and around the sofa toward the bed. I felt his eyes on me. I felt his body tense—out of fear that I was about to kick him out of my room or to ready himself to pounce on me the instant I give him the go-ahead; I wasn’t sure which.
“You see what?” he finally asked when I got to the side of the bed furthest from him.
“I was under the impression,” I started as I reached down and pulled off my socks, “that you were a smart man.” I wadded my socks into a ball and threw them toward the bathroom.
He glared at me.
“I mean, I did allow you to kiss me,” I continued, reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
I heard him suck in his breath. I wasn’t bare under the shirt, but all I wore was a sports bra. The material of the bra was thin, so I knew he could see my hardened nipples through the fabric. Chancing a glance up at him once my shirt fell to the floor, I saw that he had inched forward but nothing more.
“And if I recall, I’m the one who straddled you, then tried to take your shirt off.” With that sentenc
e, I reached for the waistband of my yoga pants. “So a smarter person would have taken that for the hint it was, but since you obviously don’t want inside of me, I guess I’ll crawl into this nice, big bed all alone and get myself off.
I stepped out of the pants and crawled up onto the bed. He was behind me in a blink. His big hands grabbed my hips and held me in position on all fours on the bed with my behind chest-level to him.
“You’re a tease,” he said, kneading the area of flesh he held before bending over and kissing the dip in my back.
Sighing in pleasure, I said, “Me? You’re the man who kissed me to near orgasm, then leapt off me as if I had some kind of disease. And look, you’re still clothed.” I turned to watch him lower his head to kiss more of my back.
“Not for much longer,” he said. I felt him shift behind me, though his lips and hands never left my back and knew he was toeing off his socks and shoes. I arched like a cat when he raked his nails gently down my back.
I moaned loudly when he reached my ass and shifted to get his hands to move lower. Stubbornly, he ignored me.
“Turn around,” he said as I felt him step away from me.
I did as he asked and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt from his body as he took in the sight of me.
“Take off your bra,” he said when he saw me reach for his jeans in an effort to help him get naked.
Pouting, I pulled back and reached for the bottom of the bra. My breasts are large, and they fell heavily from their confines as I pulled the material over my head and slung it away.
“Son-of-a…” he said, letting his pants fall down his legs. My eyes followed their progress, then slowly rose to the bulge in his underwear. Son-of-a bitch was right. My body tightened at the mere thought of having him inside me. Without my consent, my hand reached out to touch said bulge, but he was too quick.
In another instant, he was in front of me, standing between my parted legs and taking my face in his hands. He lifted my gaze to him and bent to give me another orgasmic kiss. Never in my life have I ever felt those sensations Ryan’s mere touch gave me. I felt him bone deep, as if he was already buried inside me, but we were still partially clothed and only kissing.
As the kiss deepened, I moved back and pulled him with me until we were lying across the bed with him on top of me. I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him kissing me…touching me. I was dizzy and felt on the verge of passing out with how overwhelming it all was.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked when he moved to kiss my neck. The words came out in breathy spurts, and I wasn’t sure he had even heard me.
“I’m kissing you. Haven’t you ever been kissed this way before?” he asked as he moved down to the tops of my breasts.
“Yes… No…”
My tone wasn’t worried but confused, and he stopped what he was doing, to my disappointment, to ask, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, but doesn’t this feel different to you?”
“Different?” Even though he had stopped kissing me, he hadn’t stopped touching me. Everywhere he touched, my skin quivered.
His questioning look scared me. Maybe this wasn’t different for him. I’ve only been with three other people. The first was a one-time thing in high school. Both of us had been awkward since it was our first, and we had been too embarrassed to try again. My second had been with a steady boyfriend my sophomore and junior year of college. He had been a decent enough guy and had known the basics of having sex, but he hadn’t been anything overly special so when his job with his dad’s company had moved to Texas, we had separated on good terms.
My third was my ex-boyfriend. Saul had been a bit of an ass, but I had liked that about him at first. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and he didn’t put up with stupidity, but he was a good guy, or he was until he started hounding me about my weight. He had always been in good shape, but gradually he started gaining weight and losing muscle. He didn’t gain a lot, but what little he gained scared him, and he started trying different diets and going to the gym religiously. I didn’t mind, even tried most of the diets with him and walked on the treadmill while he worked out.
I’d lose ten pounds or so, but once we went a week without dieting or exercising due to illness or something, I’d gain a little back. Before I had met him, I’d gotten up to around two-fifty but at that moment, was down to around two-hundred. I’m bigger than I’d like to be, but I’m growing to love myself. And the way Ryan looked at me as I lay there, suggested that he more than loved me.
Saul didn’t, though. He began to blame me for his weight gain. He grew ashamed to be with me in public, and our sex life, which had started out good, had dwindled to non-existent. I put up with it in the hopes that he would get over it, and things would go back to the way they were when we first met, but they didn’t, and he left.
Not one of those men could simply touch me and make my body react the way it did when Ryan touched me. The simple glide of his fingertips over my belly made my nipples harden to the point of pain, made me so wet it was embarrassing, and made my entire body ache for him to touch more of me. I’d never been addicted to anything before in my life besides good food, I guess, but I could see myself going into withdrawals from him after I left this place, and that worried me.
“Never mind,” I finally said and tried to pull him back to kiss him some more.
He obliged, but only gave me one kiss, before pulling away and saying, “Please explain.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not as experienced with sex as I thought I was, so I’m probably being silly.”
“You’re not being silly. I thought it was just me because of…” He rolled over, pulling me with him, until we were lying properly on the bed. He kissed my nose, my lips, my cheek while lightly running his fingers over my breasts.
“Because?”
“I’m not that experienced either. I’ve had sex, don’t get me wrong, with a few women, mostly long-time girlfriends. I’m not bragging, just stating a fact. I think I was good. Okay, I probably wasn’t the first few times, but I learn quickly. But when I touch you, I feel this energy go through me. Not a shock really, but close. The feeling makes me want to keep touching you and never stop. I thought my brain was making up the emotions because I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and I’ve been aching for you for so long.”
“How long?” I asked, turning to face him, shocked by this revelation.
“Almost from the first time I saw you, truth be told, though I’m not sure I knew that at the time. You’ve always been so elusive that I haven’t been able to get but a few passing glances of you over the years and then yesterday in the lobby and being so close to you in the elevator. I’ve been hard for you from the second I saw you step up to the counter to get your room key.”
“Really,” I said, tracing my fingers down his chest to the hem of his underwear.
He sucked in a breath, but I didn’t move my hand lower no matter how hard my mind begged me to. “Do you think that’s all it is, this feeling—lust? It’s simply us going so long without?”
“I don’t know what it is. What I do know is that I’m not going to stop touching you until the feeling goes away because it is a high I can’t walk away from.” With that, he bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped and arched my back, shoving the hard peak further into him. I gripped his hip with one hand and the back of his head with the other. He went back and forth between both breasts until I was dizzy with need.
When he lifted from my breasts and kissed me hard, I tried to reach for his underwear again, but he pulled back and began to kiss a line from my collar all the way down my chest and stomach until he reached my panties. He lowered them inch by agonizing inch, but thankfully his mouth followed. His tongue dipped inside me for a taste before he moved back to remove my panties. I was so wet that the smell of me filled the room. The smell wasn’t a bad one, just a heady one that made his eyes go black and his nose flare. I saw
the muscles in his neck and arms tighten, as if he were holding himself back from something.
We stayed that way for a long moment—me lying naked on the bed legs spread with him kneeling between them. He looked at me, every inch of me, and I wanted to hide. Not because I saw revulsion in his eyes, far from it, but I knew I was flawed. I knew that my thighs were bigger than they should be. My stomach was round and had a few stretch marks that came from being big, not from having children. Right as I was about to roll away, his hands moved up the inside of my legs, slowly kneading them as he spread me wide and lowered himself.
I felt his warm breath on my exposed and very intimate parts seconds before I felt him nuzzle me. The bed vibrated from what I was sure was a growling deep in his chest. Taking the thumbs of each hand, he opened my lower lips, exposing all of me to him.
The instant his tongue hit my clit I was coming…hard, so hard if he hadn’t had a death grip on my thighs I would have bucked him off the bed. I grabbed the nearest pillow. Without something to muffle my scream of pleasure, I would have brought the entire hotel to our door.
Ryan’s tongue was gentle but never stopped as I rode the waves of that first orgasm, but the moment he felt my body relax, he delved into me as if I were the best thing he had ever had in his mouth. In a mere moment, I was coming again. This time when my orgasm started to slow, he slipped a finger inside me and began to work it in and out of me slowly, dragging out the sensations as he kissed his way back up me.
My body stilled, and I relaxed into the euphoria of the lazy ecstasy of the act. I played with his hair while he suckled my nipples, and again, I tried to reach for his cock, but my arms weren’t long enough. I could feel the thick thing pulsing against my upper thigh and wondered why he hadn’t entered me already. I loved the teasing, don’t get me wrong, but after two orgasms, I was starting to feel empty and restless. I’m never truly sated until I’ve been filled. Orgasming around something that is pulsing back sends me into another realm of pleasure.
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