by M. S. Parker
As if he could read my mind, he said, “Don't hold back. Be as loud or quiet as you want. It's your choice.”
I nodded my understanding.
“Now, spread your legs.”
He had that tone in his voice again, that authoritative sound that made me impossibly wet, wetter than I'd ever been.
I did as I was told and was rewarded by the gentle touch of a rose against my lower lips, softer than anything I'd ever felt before. He rubbed the soft petals against me until I moaned, desperate for a firmer friction.
He made a pleased sound. “I could listen to that all day.”
When he raised the rose, the flower glistened with my juices. I flushed in embarrassment, the faint shame from my past coming forward, telling me that it wasn't supposed to be like this. Then he held the rose in front of his face and inhaled deeply.
“Exquisite.”
A different kind of heat spread through me.
“Now,” he said, setting the rose aside. “What do you say we get those shoes off?”
I glanced at the bed, intending to sit and take the heels off, but then Rylan knelt in front of me and I sucked in a breath. His hands slid down my right leg first and I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he pulled off my shoe, then turned his attention to my other one. I gasped as he kissed the side of my calf, then moved higher up my legs. My breathing quickened the higher he got, until, finally, his mouth was there.
I swore as his tongue went to work, dancing around my clit and down to my pussy. I'd never had anyone go down on me like this and it was amazing. I slid my hands up his neck and into his hair, digging my fingers into the thick, silky locks. His hands cupped my ass, holding me firmly against his mouth until I could feel my orgasm building inside me. As his lips closed around my clit and he began to suck, I came. I called out his name as my body shook and he kept going, drawing out my climax until it took all my willpower to keep my eyes from closing.
As he stood, he kissed his way up my stomach, pausing to lavish attention on both of my breasts, teasing around my nipples with his tongue before taking them into his mouth.
“Fuck!” A jolt of electricity went straight through me as his teeth scraped my nipple.
He froze, looking up at me. I knew what he was waiting to hear. Instead, I said, “Please.”
His teeth found my nipple again, worrying at it until I was pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin, to touch him. As he slid his hand between my legs, I felt the beginnings of another orgasm building low inside me. His finger slipped easily into my pussy, the heel of his hand rubbing against my clit. His mouth moved to my other breast even as he added a second finger, stretching me even as he coaxed me higher.
I cried out as he bit down on my nipple, not hard enough for real pain, but rather the exact right pressure I needed to get me to the boiling point.
Then his mouth was gone, his fingers curling inside me, pressing against my g-spot. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke, “Come for me, Jenna.”
I couldn't have disobeyed that command even if I'd wanted to. And I didn't. Pleasure exploded over me, every muscle in my body tightening. Rylan swore as my pussy contracted around his fingers and he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me as I came.
It wasn't until I began to come down that I realized Rylan was still fully dressed. I reached for the front of his shirt as he removed his fingers from me.
“No,” he said, pushing my hands aside. “On the bed.”
I climbed onto the bed and settled back against the pillows, eager to see what would come next. To my delight, Rylan began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing inch after inch of tanned, muscular torso. His eyes were impossibly dark, watching me watch him. I felt a throb of arousal as he tossed his shirt onto the floor. His pants went next, revealing a pair of tight, black boxer-briefs that showed just how much he enjoyed what he'd been doing to me. When those came off, I let my eyes run down his body to the thick, hard cock that was waiting for me.
He reached into the top drawer and pulled out a condom. I swallowed hard as I watched him roll the condom over his cock, remembering what it had felt like to have it inside me. He climbed into the bed, resting on his knees as his fingers skimmed over my ankles and then up to my calves. I could see in his eyes that he was remembering our last time together.
“Open your legs, Jenna.” His voice was soft, but the words were a command nonetheless.
This was a deciding point, I knew. If I did as he said, I knew what would come next. Something I had never allowed before. It had been done to me, but never with my permission.
I moved my legs apart and gave permission. Fear tried to overwhelm me, but I looked up into Rylan's eyes and reminded myself that I was safe. He moved slowly as he came toward me, giving me the chance to stop him with every pause. I didn't though. I kept my eyes on his even as my heart began to race.
He lowered himself over me, keeping his weight balanced on his arms so that he was never resting on me. I felt his cock nudge against my entrance and I tensed.
“Yellow,” I whispered. I could feel the fear clawing at the back of my throat.
“We don't have to,” Rylan pushed my hair back from my face. “It's okay.”
“I want to,” I said. I reached up and lightly touched his lips. “I just – I don't –” I didn't know how to explain it.
“You're always in control,” he said with an understanding smile. “Never in a position of vulnerability.”
I nodded.
He leaned down, careful not to press his body against mine, and gently pressed his lips against mine. “We can switch,” he said. “You can be on top.”
I shook my head. “I want you,” I confessed. “Like this.”
“So, yellow?” he asked. “Not red?”
“No,” I said. “Not red. Just slow.”
He smiled. “Slow is good.”
I nodded and ran my hands across his shoulders and down his back. My fingers brushed across the top of his ass. “Slow.”
He kissed me again as he began to push his way inside me. The stretch was familiar, but the angle was new and made me gasp. He swallowed the sound and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I flexed my fingers as he filled me, my nails digging into his ass. His teeth pulled at my bottom lip, biting, then his tongue soothing, each sensation mingling with the feel of his cock coming to rest inside me.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. I marveled at the strength he had to hold himself off of me.
“Yellow?” He made it a question.
“No,” I said. “I'm okay.”
Still, he moved leisurely, keeping his strokes even and deliberate. Each one rubbed the base of his cock against my already sensitive clit, the pleasure driving away the last of the doubt and fear I had. I ran my hands up his back and pulled down on his shoulders.
“Jenna?” His voice was hoarse.
“Please.”
He lowered himself slowly, watching my face carefully, I knew, for any sign of discomfort or panic. I raised myself up to meet him, wanting to feel his body along the length of mine, feel his weight on me. It wasn't this place that made me safe. It was him.
I wrapped my legs around him even as my arms went around his neck. I pulled his body down on mine, pleasure coiling in my belly as I heard him moan at the contact. As his face pressed against my neck, his thrusts shallow now as we kept our bodies tight together, I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes wide.
“Yes, yes.” I knew he needed to know I was okay, and I repeated the affirmation until the words turned into more sounds than syllables. My grip on him tightened as I came, more intensely than I'd ever come before.
I was still shaking as he buried himself deep inside of me and called out my name. His body tensed and he clung to me as we rode out our pleasure together. Then he rolled off of me, settling on his side. He rested his hand on my stomach and looked down at me, a concerned expression on his face.
“Are you okay?”
I laughed. “Are you kidding me?” I placed my hand over his. “That was amazing.”
A smile broke out across his face. “So this is going to work?”
I didn't let myself overthink it. “Yes. I think it is.”
He leaned down and kissed me, a thorough kiss that made my heart race again. When he pulled back, he sat up and then climbed off of the bed. “I'll be right back.”
He went into the bathroom and I heard the water running. I stared at the ceiling. This was usually the time I would be up and getting my clothes on, ready to leave my latest conquest before he decided to get too clingy or started asking awkward questions.
“You're still here.” Rylan sounded surprised.
I turned toward him. He hadn't done anything to cover himself up and there was no need to. He was like a work of art, his body flawless. Not like mine.
Before my mood could turn maudlin, I responded to his comment. “You said I had to stay if I wanted to see your tattoo up close.”
He smiled as he handed me a warm, wet cloth, then moved to stretch out onto the bed. He lay on his stomach, his arms crossed beneath his head, his face turned toward me. “Explore away.”
I fell asleep tracing the patterns of his tattoo, and as I slipped into the darkness, I heard him whisper, “You're safe.” And, for the first time, I believed it.
Chapter 10
When I woke up Sunday morning, Rylan was in bed next to me, watching me sleep. If it hadn't been for the totally sappy expression on his face, I would've thought it was a bit creepy. He brushed back my hair, then slid his hand down my spine, moving beneath the covers to continue his exploration. I could hardly handle the weight of his gaze and looked away, pushing myself up onto my elbows.
“I seem to recall the last time I spent the night, you made me breakfast.”
He chuckled, a low sound that made every part of me throb with desire.
“I'll get right on that.”
I thought for a moment he was joking, but then he rolled over and got out of the bed, giving me a fantastic view of that amazingly firm ass. He looked over his shoulder and winked. “Like what you see?”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. I'd always enjoyed the momentary release that came after sex, but I'd never felt this relaxed before, certainly not this long after.
“Any requests?” he asked. “How do pancakes sound?”
“Perfect.” I sighed.
“Come down whenever you're ready,” he said. He half-turned at the door and grinned at me. “Preferably wearing the same thing you are now.”
I supposed I disappointed him when, after a shower, I walked into the kitchen wearing one of his shirts, but that quickly disappeared – the disappointment and the shirt. I'd never spent an entire day with a guy before, certainly not a guy I was fucking. And even more surprising was, as the day wore on, I didn't feel that anxious need to go.
I did eventually go home, but it wasn't like any other trip home after sex. For the first time, I knew I'd be seeing him again, that there would be more. Talks. Hand holding. All of the things I'd never had and never thought I'd wanted until I'd met Rylan.
I suddenly couldn't wait to get to work the next day.
Except work was a lot harder than I'd expected it to be. Not the work itself. No, that was challenging, but not exactly difficult. The hard part was keeping everything between Rylan and myself a secret. I wasn't sure where things were with us, but I did know that it was way too soon for us to make any waves, especially since all it would do was make people at work think that I'd slept my way into the job.
Still, I couldn't stop myself from sneaking glances at him every time he walked by, thinking about what he looked like without those fitted jeans and long-sleeved shirt. My fingers tingled every time I looked at his back, remembering what it had been like to trace over the ink on the skin there. The best part was, it wasn't just me either.
When I walked into work Monday morning, I felt Rylan's eyes on me. Not in a creepy way, but rather with a familiarity that warmed me. He didn't say a single word to me, but his gaze spoke volumes.
When I got to my office, a thrill went through me as I saw a vase of lilies sitting on my desk. Most guys probably would've sent roses, but Rylan had been paying attention. There had been a specific reason for roses the other night, but this was about sending me flowers at work. I hadn't told him the story behind my tattoo or the importance of Lily, but he'd understood that for me to make it something permanent, it had to mean something. There were half a dozen pure white lilies and they smelled amazing.
“Secret admirer?”
I turned to see Christophe standing in the doorway. He was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. Not for the first time, I wondered if he'd been hoping for something romantic between the two of us. Part of it I knew was my own fault for being so friendly when I'd first started and had been trying to make Rylan jealous, but I hadn't ever done anything overtly romantic or sexual.
“Something like that,” I answered mysteriously.
“Who are they from?” he asked, coming into the office.
I looked down at the vase, hoping Rylan had been smart enough not to leave a card. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he hadn't.
“Did you have something for me?” I asked, purposefully avoiding his question. I didn't want to lie outright, but I wasn't about to answer honestly either.
Christophe scowled as he held out a stack of papers. “You'd asked for some results to be printed out. I figured I'd bring them to you.”
“Thank you,” I said as I took them. “That was nice of you.” I waited for a moment, and when he didn't leave, I went behind my desk and sat down, hoping he'd take the hint. A few seconds passed and he finally left, allowing me to focus on my work. Or, at least, focus as much as I could while catching glimpses of my flowers.
Monday morning wasn't the only time I received something from Rylan. At lunch, along with some mail, I received an unsigned note that simply said “Thinking of you.” On Tuesday, there were fresh lilies, accompanied by a snide comment from Emmaline regarding what I must've had to do to get flowers two days in a row. I would've been more upset with her if I hadn't gotten a text around the same time.
I wish we weren't so swamped trying to get this new system perfected because there are so many things I would love to do to you tonight.
Of course, I'd responded.
Looking forward to getting to cash in that rain check.
The rest of the day was spent waiting for those little notes, reminders that what had happened between us wasn't some fluke or that my trust had been misplaced. Rylan did want a relationship with me and, as much as that terrified me, I wanted it too.
I'd been hoping that we'd see each other after work, but with it being the week of Thanksgiving and Rylan giving everyone a half day on Wednesday as well as the rest of the week off, we had a lot to do before the holiday. Even the thought of the upcoming holidays wasn't enough to bring me down. I usually despised this time of year, not for others though, just for myself. I'd long since gotten past the jealousy toward those who spent their holidays with their families and loved ones while I did nothing. My Thanksgivings were usually spent lounging around my apartment working on code. Basically, the same thing I did any night I wasn't out. The main difference this year was that I wouldn't be going out on Friday night looking for a post-holiday hook up. Rylan and I hadn't defined anything between us, but I wasn't about to fuck things up by repeating bad habits.
“Jenna.”
Rylan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Wednesday morning and I had a couple hours left on my shift, a couple hours to see Rylan before a long weekend, during which I wasn't sure what would be happening.
The first thing I registered was that he looked even more amazing than normal. The second was that he wasn't alone. Next to him stood a tall, slender woman with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She had fine, delicate features, the kind that a model would've killed for, and a
n attitude that suggested any comparison to a model wouldn't be appreciated. She was smart and, judging by the way she was looking at me, came from money.
My stomach sank as I thought he was going to introduce me to one of his exes. After all, this looked like the kind of woman he usually dated, the kind that most people would expect him to be with.
“I'd like you to meet my sister, Suzette Dougall.”
My eyebrows went up. A sister? The research I'd done hadn't said anything about him having a sister. Granted, I hadn't delved too deeply into his personal life, but usually family stuff was the first to show up. Then I remembered that his parents had divorced when he was a kid. Different last name, no ring – she was probably his half-sister or stepsister. And I did have a vague memory now of him mentioning something about a sister that first night I'd been at his house. I'd had a lot of other stuff on my mind that night, so it wasn't surprising that the statement hadn't registered until now.
“Suzette, this is Jenna Lang, my new security tech.”
I stood and extended a hand. Suzette took it, but her eyes were narrow, as if she didn't like what she saw. Normally, I wouldn't give a fuck, but this was Rylan's sister and I wanted her to like me.
“Not really your usual employee dress code,” Suzette said as she took her hand back.
Rylan gave her a sharp look. “Jenna's special.”
I flushed and watched Suzette's eyes go from Rylan to me and back again. I heard her sigh and felt more than saw Rylan stiffen.
“If you say so, big brother,” she said. “Don't you think we should go? Zeke's waiting.”
Zeke. Yet another person in Rylan's inner circle who wasn't that fond of me. I wasn't sure if he knew that Rylan and I were together, but he didn't like me either way.