“Ryan!” I let go of his hair and grab the sheets for purchase. I thrash my head back and forth on the pillow, speaking gibberish, unable to make sense of anything as wave after wave of my climax holds me prisoner. And Ryan, the wicked, fast learner, won’t ease up on my clit. I arch my back and cry out over and over.
When, finally, my orgasm ebbs, I collapse to the bed, my bones gone, my blood now syrup. Sweet Jesus on roller skates. “Where,” I pant, “did you learn to do that?”
“I guess some things just come naturally.”
“No shit.” Like me, whenever he touches me. “Your turn.”
He stiffens. “For what?”
“I’m going to return the favor. Lay back.”
I’ve never seen a guy shake his head when being offered a blowjob. “Emma, I don’t know.”
“Trust me, Ryan. You’re going to like it.” I easily push him onto his back. The hard, swollen head of his cock is almost purple. I fist his erection and swipe my tongue over the tip. The taste of his salty pre-cum activates my saliva glands as I slowly sink his flesh between my lips.
He literally picks me up and centers my wet vag over his mouth, my knees on either side of his head. “I’ll never get enough of you, Emma.” He licks at my juices. “You’re delicious. Jesus Christ, your mouth is so hot. So fucking hot, baby.”
I love the dirty talk. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that before. He laps at the fresh liquid his words draw from me. When he sucks my clit between his lips, I cry and suck on his flesh faster.
“Emma,” he groans. “Yes. Just like that. Oh, sweet Jesus. I’m going to come.”
He attacks my clit and I shatter, swallowing his cock as I scream. My soul leaves my body and floats above me as my orgasm consumes me. Ryan stiffens and erupts down my throat. I swallow and continue my assault as he refuses to slow his tongue. Only after I slow does he follow my pace, until we both collapse. I roll off him and face the ceiling.
I’ve never had two orgasms in the same session, let alone in a matter of minutes. Ryan clearly has the magic touch. He’s going to be very popular. I can’t help but hate that a little. I want to keep him all to myself.
I sit up to face him. “We need to finish.”
“Didn’t we just do that?”
“I’m talking about your transformation.” I force myself back into my damp clothes as Ryan pulls on a pair of shorts. I hate that it’s so easy for guys to dress after sex. Women have to get back into our layers and even fix our hair and makeup. A guy has to slip into shorts. Stupid, sexist clothes.
He holds me up against him. “Can’t we take a shower first?”
“Are you seriously ready for another round?”
“You said we’d have to double up on my lessons.” He gives me a wink and I’m a goner. He’s getting too good at this.
Chapter Ten
Ryan
I follow Emma into the bathroom and catch my breath at the sight. Damn, I am one lucky son of a bitch to have someone with a body like that willing to teach me everything she knows. The lessons up to now have been nice, but I’m ready for more than using my hands or mouth to make her come. I want to swallow her cries as I drive my cock deep inside her. I want to stretch her, fill her, meld our flesh together. I want to convince myself it’s because she so fucking hot and I’m simply a guy. But, deep down, I know better. She’s the first person I’ve ever wanted to take that leap with.
After adjusting the water to the perfect, cool temperature, I step in and hold out my hand to help her. She steps into the stream and sucks in a breath. “Jesus Christ, that’s cold.”
“So let’s generate some heat.” I pull her to me, my hands on her hips.
She laughs and turns us so my back is blocking her from the water. “So cheesy.”
I kiss her, taking my time exploring her sweet mouth with my tongue. Her taste intoxicates me. I cradle her cheeks and kiss her deeper, lost in everything about her. She moans and presses her body against mine, and I come undone.
I fist her hair the way she taught me and she cries out. I’m afraid I hurt her until she wraps her arms around me and holds me tighter. I brush my hand along the curve of her breast and she shudders in my arms. When I sweep the pad of my thumb across a hard nipple, she breaks our kiss as she hisses in a breath.
“Do that again,” she whispers. I do and she hums deep in the back of her throat. “Now, use your mouth.”
I lower to her breast and cover her nipple with my mouth. She leans back into the corner of the shower, moaning in that husky voice that drives me wild. I lick and tease her other breast and she grabs me by the hair, pulling me to her lips. She kisses me with such heat, such unbridled passion, that I can’t stand it any longer.
“Emma?” I ask, unsure. She knows I’ve never done this before. Instead of making fun of me for being a twenty-two-year-old virgin, she whips out a little foil package and wiggles her brow. Where in the hell was she hiding that? I grin, trying to hide my nerves. This is it. I’m about to have sex for the first time, and with the most beautiful woman in the world.
“And you’re sure this won’t make it weird between us?”
“Like I said, it’s already weird between us.”
She laughs and squeezes my cock with her hand. I jump and suck in a breath. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of the preemie sperm spit up.” She strokes me and my knees nearly give out as, after only a few caresses, I lose it. I’m so embarrassed. Even after what we just did in the bedroom. I want to escape the shower and hide as shame weighs me down. But she keeps stroking, even after I erupted all over her hand.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she tells me and kisses me, slow and tender. “I know how you tick now. We just needed to get the first orgasm out of the way.”
“But you did that in the bedroom.”
“Are you seriously bitching because you just had another orgasm? From the feel of things, I don’t think you’re done yet.” She continues to stroke me and I grow hard again. She tears at the foil package with her teeth. God, that’s hot.
I shudder when she rolls the tight condom onto my cock. Jesus, I’m not going to last long. The excitement is already coiling inside me, tightening in my balls, boiling in my blood. I can’t wait to be inside her. She lines me up and rocks her hips. The head of my penis slips in. I tremble at how perfect her body fits to me.
“All the way,” she whispers. “Please, Ryan. Take me all the way.”
I roll my hips and in a few steady strokes, I’m deep inside her. It’s like a glove. A hot, perfect glove. Her body squeezes my cock and I freeze before I come. We’re hip-to-hip and I hold her, knowing if I so much as breathe right now, I’ll lose it. She seems to sense it and stays still, holding me just as tight.
And then I start to move. Slowly at first, long thrusts that drive my cock in and out of her. She tightens around me as she whimpers. I don’t know where the words come from as they fall from my lips. “Sweet Emma. You’re so tight. Shit. This is even better than I ever fucking imagined.”
“More,” she demands, her voice shaking. I lift her in my arms and thrust deep inside, burying my cock to the hilt. She cries out and locks her ankles behind my ass. “Ryan!”
Holy shit. When she says my name I can’t control myself and nip at her neck. She hisses in a breath and grips my shoulders. Using the corner to hold us up, I drive in and out, in and out. Her cries grow louder as her nails dig into my shoulders. Jesus, I love that. It pushes me to move faster. Her body tightens around me. “Emma,” I groan. “I’m going to—”
She screams and her body clamps down on me. I see stars and detonate, pumping hard inside her as my orgasm takes over and drives my movement. Her mewls and cries excite me and keep me going, and I jet my never-ending release deep. Only when her noises die down to whimpers do I slow.
I rest my forehead against hers. Our breath combines as we both gasp for air. I hope I did it right. From the way she’s shaking in m
y arms, I think I did.
“Where,” she says and swallows, “did you learn to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Ryan, you practically fucked me into a coma, and in record time. You aren’t allowed to be so good at that, having never had sex before.”
“Uh…” I don’t know what to say to that, but damn do I feel good about her comment. “Sorry?”
She giggles and kisses me. “Quit being so damn cute, would you?”
“I’ll work on that.” I give her a wink and she loses her smile. We stare at each other as the water beats down on my back, the spray bouncing around and drenching us. She has mascara running down her cheeks, her hair plastered to her face and neck, and still she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m in serious trouble here. This is not real, but no matter how much my brain tries to force that reason, the rest of me refuses to listen.
My heart is pounding as I whisper, “Now what?”
“Now comes the least sexy part about taking a shower together. Scrub up fast so you can get out. There’s not enough room in here and I need to shave my legs.”
“With my razor?”
“I don’t have one here.”
I toss the condom in the trash just outside the shower before grabbing the soap. She already has her back to me, so I slide the soap across her shoulders. She stiffens at first as she glances over her shoulder at me. I meet her gaze. She smiles and says nothing as I wash her.
“Turn around,” I order. She does and I take my time moving the soap across her body, making sure I cover every inch. Her lids slide closed when I concentrate on cleaning her breasts.
“If you keep that up, we’ll never get out of this shower.”
I grin and chuckle as I give her hard nipples one more brush of my thumbs. “Yes, dear.”
She opens her eyes and narrows them. She doesn’t say anything, only stares at me.
“What?” I finally ask after too many tense seconds.
“I’m just wondering how real you are.”
“I don’t understand the question. Was that a question?” I seriously cannot keep up with how fast her mind works.
She thins her lips as her expression cools. “Never mind. Hurry up so I can have the shower to myself.”
What did I do? I’m completely baffled as to why she’s mad, but know better than to push. I quickly scrub and jump out, still dripping. She jerks the shower curtain closed and I just stand there, stunned.
“Is, uh, everything okay?”
“Go away.” Her voice is low, cautious.
“Emma?”
“What part of go away do you not understand?”
I put my hands up at first, ready to give in and let her have her privacy. But the angst clawing at my mid-section won’t let it go. I rip open the shower curtain, drawing a scream from her. She glares at me as she attempts to cover herself. Why, I have no idea. It’s not like I haven’t already memorized every inch of her body.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she demands.
“Drop the bitch act.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I’m doing everything you tell me to do. Hell, I’m even making shit up as I go. If I did something wrong, you need to tell me.” She remains stubbornly silent and it pisses me off. “Emma!”
“You aren’t doing anything wrong!” she snaps and buries her face in her hands as the water beats down on her head. I wait several seconds, praying she’s not crying. If I even see one tear, that will be the end of me. When she came running in after Brad bombed her with the water balloon, her eyes swollen with tears, it took everything I am to not run out and kill the son of a bitch with my bare hands. No one makes Emma cry.
Eventually, she drops her hands. Thank God, no tears. “You’re doing everything right.”
I’m back to being baffled as shit. I will never understand women. “Then why are you mad?”
“Are you playing me?”
This is the second time she’s accused me of playing her. I don’t understand why she keeps asking me that. “No, Emma. I’m not playing you.” I jerk the shower curtain closed and grab a towel as I storm out of the bathroom.
I barely make it to my bedroom before the shower stops and Emma rushes in after me, a towel around her torso but still dripping all over my floor. That fire flashing in her eyes scares me and I say nothing, knowing she’ll start in on me any time.
“I’m sorry,” she snaps, shocking the shit out of me. “You just seem…”
“What?” I set my jaw, readying myself for the next insult.
“Too good to be true.”
I did not see that coming. “I’m what?”
She pulls in a breath as her expression softens. “It’s just that most people don’t surprise me. I can read them pretty well. You, on the other hand, I can’t read. You surprise me and I don’t like it.”
“I’ll try to be more predictable.” I offer her a hint of a grin.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Goddamn you, Ryan. There you go being irresistible again.”
I close the gap between us and remove the towel from her before pulling her against me. The feel of our bodies together, flesh to flesh, has my cock perking to life. I brush the hair from her face and hold her gaze. “Quit trying to find a reason to think there’s more to this than there is. We are two friends, helping each other out, just as you said. There’s nothing more to it.”
“Then why are we naked? And why do you have another raging hard-on?”
“Because I’m a guy. You’re a sexy-as-hell woman. You should be more worried if I don’t have a raging hard-on around you.” I scrape my thumb over her hard nipple and she sucks in a breath. I then lower my hand along her hip, to her thigh, and up the middle, resting it at the heat between her legs. I know how she likes to be touched, how to draw those destructive little noises from her. I slip my fingers between her wet folds and play with her tight, swollen clit.
“Talk to me,” she whimpers. “Tell me what you feel, what you want me to feel.”
I push my knee between hers and spread her legs to give me better access. I ease my finger inside her. “Is this what you want, baby? Do you want to come for me? You’re so tight. I can feel your muscles vibrating around me.”
“Ryan,” she moaned and rocked her hips against my hand. “More. Tell me more.”
I’m shocked the words come so easily. “Would you like my cock buried inside you, stretching you, having your body squeeze the life right out of me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Oh, God. Yes.”
I bite her neck and then lick it. She cries out and throws her arms around me, fucking my hand. I want to be inside her when she comes and move her to the bed. I grab a condom out of my nightstand and then lift her legs by the knees before kissing every inch I can reach. I make my way to the center and lap her delicious juices.
“Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Ryan,” she whimpers. I feast on her flesh, playing with her clit, as I slip the condom on. Some things must come naturally for a guy, like multitasking during sex. When I’m ready and she’s writhing, I position myself between her legs, the blunt end of my cock pressing against her saturated entrance.
In a single slow, calculated movement, I slide into her pussy and shudder at the feeling. I’ll never get tired of being inside her. “You’re so tight, Emma. Holy shit, I’m in fucking paradise.”
She rolls her hips and gives me even greater penetration. Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I move, pushing my cock in and out at a deliberate pace. I want to take it slow instead of shooting off like a goddamn bottle rocket like last time. She deserves more.
But then she locks her heels on my thighs and dictates our rhythm. I match it, slamming into her hard. She’s making those little noises again and I’m lost in her. “Give me everything,” I whisper against her lips. “Let yourself go, baby. Give me all of you.”
She cries out and moves faster. I match her and soon both our bodies a
re rising and lowering, slapping into each other, as we search for that release. Her entrance fists me, milking me as she arches her back and screams out. I pump into her as I drive myself to my own release, erupting inside her. She clamps her teeth down on my shoulder and I surprise myself as I howl.
After all the strength leaves my body, I collapse to her and kiss her before rolling onto my back. Holy shit. I could really get used to this sex thing.
“Jesus in a wheelbarrow,” she whispers. I laugh and turn onto my side to face her. Without a thought, I trace her hipbone with my finger. She’s staring at the ceiling as she pants. “Are you sure you’ve never had sex before?”
“I’m sure,” I laugh again. “Why?”
“You’re really good at it. I could get used to this friends with benefits thing.”
I lean in and kiss her shoulder as an odd fluttering tightens my chest. “So could I.”
Chapter Eleven
Emma
I finish dressing and run my fingers through my hair. We’re in for the night so I don’t care how I look. I have my makeup in my bag but decide, since Ryan has already seen me without it, I don’t need to put on my face for him. Besides, it’s not like I need to impress him. I love that I can just be myself around him. No need for makeup or nice clothes. I don’t have to try and come up with something witty to make up for the fact that I’m not Britt.
Luckily my clothes are only mildly damp. I can live with that. Despite me wanting to do nothing more than veg in front of a TV with something alcoholic in my hand, we have too much work to do to even take a single night off. “How much money do you have?”
He throws a shirt over his head. I watch his abs until they disappear under the cover of the fabric, sad to see them go. I glance at the shirt and shake my head. He pulls it back off. “I’m a starving college student. What do you think?”
“Then we’ll have to make do with your current wardrobe. Let’s see what we’re up against.” I slide his closet door open to assess the damage and freeze at the empty hangers. “Where are all your clothes?”
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