For a moment I thought it over, and Ryan waited patiently. There was a war going on inside me, and I knew that feeding this attraction I had for him wasn’t going stop. I acknowledged that. As long as I was here, he would be on my tail in all his muscular, bearded glory. That wasn’t a terrible thing until I had to leave. This place was more of a vacation than a death sentence, and at some point, I had to return to reality.
But what was the point of a vacation if there wasn’t any kind of sexy fun?
“Okay. I was just going to make pizza again.” Smiling at the brightening in Ryan’s face, for just a second my mind turned to economics. Down in Maine I rarely cooked even though I liked to. I wasn’t anywhere near Todd’s level, but I was far from bad. My job meant eating dinner on time was nearly impossible, and if it got too late, I didn’t eat at all.
Here, with nothing else to do, I found out how much could go on a pizza besides cheese. Buying food, especially in bulk, was surprisingly affordable. Even after two weeks of pizza, I wasn’t tired of it yet.
“Great. Because I have this -” Jumping up to his feet in one swift, fluid motion, Ryan pulled a DVD out of his back pocket. He had the energy of a five-year-old, and the sight made me laugh as he came up to me. “It’s supposed to be a good movie, but watching it alone is boring.”
‘To Be Won’ was the title, and I squinted slightly as I tried to remember where I’d seen the poster before.
“Oh- that’s the one about the guy that goes to war and becomes a political prisoner in a concentration camp.”
“Yeah, but Lucy doesn’t like looking at that kind of stuff. So, you like gory, gritty movies, Sylvia?” Humming absently, I reached up to run my fingers through my hair.
“They’re alright. I’ll watch pretty much anything, but the really scary ones - hauntings and psychological horrors - I can’t watch those.” For the first time, I glanced at the rather large television that took up a good portion of the wall to the right of the back doors. The sleek, black device had collected dust and probably never been turned on for actual use. There were no cable boxes or game systems, just a DVD player that sat on an otherwise empty entertainment stand.
It was the only television in the entire house.
“What did you want on your pizza?” Refocusing on Ryan, I could taste the curiosity against the back of my throat. He was watching me, his eyes scanning my face as the movie hung limply down by his knee. The boyish excitement was gone from his face, replaced with an intense concentration that made the fine hairs by my temples and ears stand up.
Blood filled my cheeks, and my chest grew tighter with each second of silence that passed. Ryan’s touch on my face sucked the air from my lungs, and his thumb brushed heavily over my bottom lip. The soft skin was chapped and dry, and his expression twisted into displeasure before he released my chin. With an arduous slowness, he brought his finger to his own mouth to drag his tongue softly along the pad. A delicate shiver slipped down my spine at the picture he’d painted, and my eyes widened when he moved back to me.
“Your lips will split, Sylvia.” My lungs stuttered in a gasp as Ryan rubbed my bottom lip gently, massaging his saliva into my skin. The concern in his tone made my heart jump into my throat, and my toes curled against the carpet. He could’ve kissed me, should’ve kissed me, but he didn’t. His thumb was rough and callused, but the look on his face bordered on worship.
“I hope I can make this a good night for you.” Murmuring, Ryan’s hot breath flowed down my nose, and the sensation made me blink. Such a tiny, fast action was enough to break our moment, and I stiffened when his fingers crept up to grip the left side of my scalp. “Are you ready for a good night, Sylvia?”
My mouth opened but no words flowed out. The useless clump of cells I called my brain refused to work, and I could only stare dumbly as my abdomen twisted behind quivering flesh. Holding my hair firmly, Ryan pulled lightly to draw another gasp from my parted lips. My hips jerked slightly when his muscular arm slithered behind them, and heat pooled between my legs as he plastered himself against me.
“... I like it margarita style with chicken.” Ryan’s nose trailed down my cheek, his beard tickling my jaw as my eyes drifted shut. Thin, moist lips touched my neck, and my hands had a mind of their own as they wrapped around his bulging biceps.
I like it margarita style with chicken. Those simple words, whispered so roughly, bounced around in my skull. My eyelids popped open as an even more intense heat rushed through my veins. Digging my nails into Ryan’s arms, a hiss slithered out from between my teeth as annoyance forced it from my chest.
“Ryan! That’s not funny! I thought you-” Cut off by a slight chuckle, I pushed Ryan back as he turned in twinkling eyes to mine.
“I do mean it, Sylvia. But I want this to be a good time. Taking you on the couch in the heat of the moment isn’t nearly as romantic as dinner and a movie. And besides, I told you I’d give you all the time you need, but I’m not going to put you on a clock. Believe me when I say you’re worth the shade of blue my balls are turning.”
Chapter Eleven: Sylvia
A near hysteric giggle trailed behind me breathlessly as my feet pounded against the carpet that coated the second floor of the house. My heart beat hard against my ribs in a rapid staccato that only grew faster as my back tingled.
I tried to run, I really did, but Ryan was just better at catching me than I was at escaping him.
Large, warm palms wrapped around my hips and a squeal burst from my throat as I was lifted off the floor. Grasping at Ryan’s wrists, I kicked out my legs, blindly flailing while my back hit his rock-hard chest. Harsh, heavy pants sounded in my ear, and thick arms held me like solid steel bands. Against my shoulder blade, I could feel his heart beating just as fast and hard as mine.
“You’re going to pay for taking that, baby.” The growling, husky quality in Ryan’s voice made my core pulse, and a whimper escaped my lips between huffs for air. Pinned against the hallway wall, I gasped as his entire body formed to mine and his arms slid out from under my bust. Taking hold of both my wrists, he pulled them above my head and grunted in my ear as his obvious erection pressed against my bottom.
“Apologize for taking my pizza, and I’ll let you go, Sylvia.” Dizziness plagued my mind, mixing with the want I felt for him that only flared at his demand. Grinding against my backside, his harsh breaths flowed down to tickle my chest and sting my nipples as they rubbed against my shirt.
“N- no… It was j- just one bite…” My abdomen flipped at the half annoyed, half aroused sound that tore from Ryan’s throat.
“I’ll give you ‘one bite’…” Pulling my arms down to hold my wrists against the small of my back, Ryan dropped to his knees with a loud thud. I couldn’t breathe, only managing small rasps and wheezes as his free fingers slipped under the waistline of my shorts. A harsh gasp burned my throat when he yanked the jean material down, and my flesh quivered at being bare.
Blunt, straight teeth trailed across my skin, and I tensed as Ryan bit down on my mound. Arching my back, my spine tingled and a moan bubbled up from my depths at the sensation. Leaning into his mouth, my legs barely held me up. My hands clenched into fists, but he held firm. Licking the offended spot, his rough tongue sent shocks to my thighs.
“O-o-o-oh…” Rocking back on my heels, my core throbbed with need while Ryan coated my right butt cheek with his saliva. My shorts and underwear fell around my ankles, and my inner thigh twitched as thick, hot fluid dribbled from my leaking entrance.
“Yea-ah, baby. Pop that ass out for me, Sylvia.” Ryan’s growl reverberated up my back and down my legs, and I obeyed mindlessly. Spreading my legs as much as I could, I shivered with anticipation as all rational thought flew from my mind. The burning need I felt for him wouldn’t allow for anything else. Gasping at the rush of cool air that flowed over my wet folds, I strained against his hold only to feel his grip turn vice-like around my wrists.
I wasn’t prepared for Ryan’s tongue dragging alo
ng my slit, and I nearly lost it right then and there. Twisting and tightening, my channel undulated to send waves of pleasure through my body. My toes curled, fingers flexed, and even the hairs on my head stood from the sensation.
“Ryan! Ryan! Oh my God - Ryan!” Crying out in ecstasy, my lips screwed, and my eyelids shuttered tightly together. Between my legs Ryan groaned loudly, his mouth latching onto my folds to suckle and nibble. Licking up, his tongue flicked my swollen, aching bud, and a whimper escaped my lips as my knees wobbled dangerously.
Ryan released my arms to hang uselessly, but they didn’t stay that way. Whirling me around, he took hold of my hips as the world spun before dragging me down. I didn’t hear his soft oompf as I fell on his chest, and I choked slightly on my own breath as my lungs screamed for relief.
But there was none to be found when I focused enough to realize I was straddling his mouth.
“Oh- oh- oh- yes!” My thighs locked around Ryan’s head as my fingers buried in his long, free-flowing hair. Gripping my hips hard as I groaned in anticipation, he pulled me down to sit on his chin as his beard scraped my skin in a delicious friction. Gasping at the burn, I let my head fall back, and my eyes rolled slightly in their sockets.
Ryan plowed his tongue past my entrance, and I yanked on his hair as a spasm ripped through my body. Thick, rough fingers pinched my nub, forcing me back and forth as he licked my cavern greedily.
“Yeah- ye- yeah… R-R-Ryan…” Grinding against his mouth, my body wound tighter and tighter as his tongue explored my insides. “Oh - G-God… I’m gonna- gonna cum… I’m gonna cum- please don’t stop-p!”
My high-pitched keening rang in my ears when Ryan’s tongue slipped out from inside me, and he grunted before latching onto my bud. Fingering my entrance, he sucked hard and shoved his fingers knuckle deep to curl sharply. My eyes rolled all the way back at the sudden intrusion, and my walls closed tightly on his digits. Tight, white-knuckled, my grip on his hair pulled at the strands as stars burst behind my eyelids.
All the pressure that had built inside me flooded out from between my legs, and I sucked in a strained, deep breath. Sinking slightly, my skin twitched and my thighs quaked as Ryan lapped up the fluid that spilled from my entrance.
“That w-was… amazing…” Slurring lightly, I gulped to get rid of the cotton feeling in my mouth while my mind sputtered into action. When had anyone gotten me off in mere moments? It was a question that had a firm ‘never’ as an answer, and a soft sigh floated up from my raw throat.
Why did I resist this? But I knew the answer to that as well. Because I over think things too much.
“You taste so sweet, baby - I’m going to eat you until you have no taste left.” Sucking in the air with a whistle, I moaned softly as Ryan’s voice rumbled up from my apex. My hips circled, and my head lolled forward to catch the abyss of satisfaction and pleasure in his gaze.
“More - I want more.”
And this time there was no annoying voice to tell me I was leaving in three weeks.
Chapter Twelve: Ryan
Something wet and warm wrapped around me, cocooning me in a soothing ocean that caressed my tense muscles. Groaning softly at the sensation, I clutched the silky-smooth waves in loose fists.
Cracking my eyes open, my mind came to a violent, jerking halt as memories rushed me. I’d spendt hours every which way between her creamy thighs. The memory of Sylvia and her sweetness filled my brain. Holding one another, falling asleep together, sweaty and sated.
A soft tug pulled me from my reverie, and I blinked hard before the rest of my body seemed to leave its numb state. For a moment, I didn’t really recognize what I was seeing, my nerves muted after the rigorous workout I’d had the night before.
But my eyes didn’t lie, and they widened to the size of saucers as Sylvia bobbed her head. Her wild bed head was pushed to one side, and my throat tightened at the sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth and sliding down her throat. The sensations all hit me at once, and I hissed loudly as my hands automatically reached for her hair. Gathering up the messy strands, my abdominal muscles flexed as I thrust my hips.
Finally, the smooth warmth of Sylvia’s throat reached my brain, and a groan tore from my chest. Her saliva dribbled in thick ropes down to my sack, and I spread my legs wider. Pushing her head down, my cock twitched when she didn’t gag.
I was not, by any means, average or below.
“Fuck, yes…suck my cock, baby.” My length fit Sylvia’s throat perfectly. Tightening my grip on her scalp, I held her head where I wanted it and braced my feet against the mattress. Thrusting into her mouth, I finally heard her choke as her hands clung to my side and outer thigh. It was such a beautiful sound I almost unloaded, and I bit my inner cheek hard enough to draw blood.
“Oh fuck…” Sylvia kept her teeth tucked, and I pumped my cock deeper as my thighs started to tremble. “God baby -”
Toes curling, my legs tensed and my head flung back against the pillow. All the unreleased sexual tension was bearing down on me, and I couldn’t stop it. Shocks shot down my spine to settle against my tailbone, and my balls tightened. Jerking my hips up and holding Sylvia’s head down, a spasm rippled up my rod. I held my breath, strained grunts and groans escaping my thinly pursed lips as hot cream exploded from my length. The head of my cock ached as it bumped the back of her throat, and she gulped in a way that felt so much like her channel it made me dizzy.
“Yes - swallow it, Sylvia…” Grinding out the demand through clenched teeth, I nearly choked as her soft fingers clasped around my sack. Gently she coaxed from me all that she could, and I gasped for air by the time I didn’t have any more to give. Releasing her hair, my hands shook as they fell over my quivering abdomen. Forcing my eyelids apart, my gaze landed on an angel that was carefully licking cum from her lips and fingers.
“Jesus…warn me next time, yeah?” Through heavy lids Sylvia stared at me, her face red and her lips swollen. Panting harshly, I held my hand to my chest to feel how hard my heart was beating.
Not that kind of sucker my ass.
“Hey, Ryan?” My eyes flickered to Sylvia’s form as she crawled on her hands and knees to me, my gaze took in the generous swell of her ass. Even from this angle, I could see the shallow bite marks I’d left there, but I couldn’t admire them as her voice flowed into my brain. “Why didn’t you have sex with me last night?”
The backlash of last night hit me smack in the middle of my chest, and I sucked in air through my teeth. Our date - it was all a selfish setup. A frown overtook my face, and my brows came together as I scanned Sylvia’s body. Her t-shirt had been discarded at some point, but now it hung off her shoulders and made her look so sweet and innocent.
Carefully pushing myself up to sit, I ran my hand through my hair as my bear radiated a nervous excitement that spread to my fingers and toes.
“I didn’t have sex with you last night because I have something important to tell you, and I thought it was important you know before we do that…” Instantly a dark sadness washed over Sylvia’s expression, and I shook my head hard as her thoughts flashed in her brightening eyes. “No, no, it’s nothing bad, Sylvia. I just - it’s… look, it’ll be easier to understand if I show you.”
Rubbing my face with the butts of my palms, I ignored the desire to scratch my skin off. Now I could remember the whole reason I didn’t open the bar last night.
I had wanted time before I told Sylvia the truth in case she couldn’t handle it. There was nothing in the plan that involved my tongue inside her or her lips around my cock, though. That was a mistake that had happened in the moment even if it didn’t feel like a mistake.
“Come on. I promise - I’m not secretly married or have an STD or anything bad like that.” Yeah, because I can’t get human STDs. The thought brought a grimace to my face as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. That time before opening my bar had been a dark few years, and now I was glad a genetic anomaly made me immune. If I was human, I might not h
ave been so lucky.
Shaking the thoughts away, I stood up and rearranged my jeans around my waist. Sparing a glance at Sylvia, my heart squeezed in my chest at the worry on her face. She had no reason to be concerned; if anything I was the one that was supposed to be shitting myself. Watching her slide off the bed, a prickle slipped up my arm to stab at my chest when her knuckles bumped into mine.
It was like now those few seconds of bliss I had only just had never existed in the first place. There wasn’t even a residue of pleasure, only a hollow, fearful feeling that was quickly eating away at my insides.
“Ryan…you’re not wanted…or anything, right?” The uncertainty that tinged Sylvia’s voice only served to deepen my grimace, and I shook my head.
“No - I told you, it’s nothing bad. Come on, let’s go out on the porch.” This was it, a dreary inner voice quipped - I was going to reveal myself to this woman that I wanted so badly it physically hurt. Worry sped through my mind, and my bear wasn’t very helpful. We both were well acquainted with rejection even if it hadn’t been our own. Humans were much more likely to run away than accept the love of a shifter.
Taking a deep breath, my lungs felt like they wouldn’t fill fully before I gently took Sylvia’s hand in mine to leave the room.
Chapter Thirteen: Sylvia
Nerves ate away at my belly as the sunshine of late morning enveloped me, and I blinked hard before my eyes adjusted to the light. The air was crisp and cool, not cold but with a kind of bite to it that told me wearing pants was a good idea. Stepping over the threshold to the back porch, my thighs stuck together with the help of a sticky substance I still hadn’t wiped away.
“Okay.” Ryan’s heavy sigh made my breath catch in my throat, and I gulped down the lump that had formed. The taste of him still clung to my taste buds, and the salty phantom texture pulled the saliva from my mouth as he turned to face me. “Sylvia, I just want you to know I’d never force anything on you.”
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