by Lisa N. Paul
“Uh uh, no way, Princess. You opened Pandora’s Box, there’s no way to close it now.” His smile was sinful, delectable, and captivating and his voice was infused with warmth and kindness. She knew in that moment that she would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked her to and that scared the shit out of her.
“Open those legs for me, Ashley.”
She melted into the mattress as her body won out against her mind. Ryan’s warm breath sheathed the skin of her tender folds. He kissed up her hips. “I’m gonna lick, suck, and devour you.” His thick finger stroked the seam of her glistening sex and slid down to the warm opening that graciously invited him in. His kisses reached her stomach, her breasts, her collar bones, and then her ear before he whispered, “And when I’ve made you come around my fingers and my tongue, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you and finally—finally—make you mine.”
He added a second finger to the first and slowly slid them in and out of her, using his thumb to stimulate the small bundle of nerves that begged for his attention. Her moans told him exactly what he needed to know in order to slate her desire.
HOW DID HE still know how to make her body feel so damn good? As his tongue grazed the shell of her ear, his thumb picked up speed and the pressure on her clit increased. The muscles in her thighs tightened, shaking under the splendid pressure of her oncoming climax. “Oh, Ryan, oh, that feels so amazing. Please…”
“Please what, Ashley?”
“Please, please don’t stop.” Ryan smashed his mouth to hers in an all-consuming kiss as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Moaning, Ashley bucked her hips off the mattress to meet each thrust of his thick fingers. Her body quaked as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave hitting the bluffs.
She could feel herself clenching around his fingers as he milked every ripple of ecstasy from her hungry body, but still, she wanted more. “Don’t look at me that way, Princess,” he said, as he eased his fingers out of her body. “We aren’t done yet.”
“No,” she answered brazenly, “we aren’t.” She rubbed her small hands up his chest and over his broad shoulders and flipped him on his back. The surprised look on his face was priceless.
“This feels familiar,” he chuckled lifting his hands to palm her breasts.
“So it does,” she quipped. He let out a groan when she pressed her wet sex against his abdomen and sucked on his ear. “It’s my turn to do some dirty talking and dirty doing…think you can handle it?” His eyes flared at her direct challenge.
“Yeah, Princess, I think I can handle anything you dish out.” His half grin had her giggling.
“We’ll see about that.”
Letting her hands lead the journey down his chiseled body, she allowed her lips and her tongue to take frequent rest stops. His deep groans fueled every kiss, while his gentle touches to her hair and her shoulders revved her internal engine. His scent flooded her nose. It was woodsy, masculine…and Ryan. He was the most beautiful package she had ever laid her eyes on. Strong firm pecs, each topped with a golden brown disc and pierced with a silver hoop. She squeezed her thighs together applying slight pressure to her already sensitive clit. Pierced men turned her on, but Ryan pierced? She couldn’t hold in her purr-like noise as she flicked each ring with her tongue before moving downward.
Slowing down when she reached his eight pack she took the time to lavish his first tattoo—‘Always In My Heart’ scrolled just below his heart resting under his pec—with extra love and tenderness.
“I’ve always loved this tattoo,” she breathed as she kissed it once more before moving on. She lowered her hand further, sighing as she sank it underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“Christ, Princess, your touch is like fucking magic.”
“Yeah,” she giggled, “I can see that, one touch and look, you’re hard as stone.” She pulled her hand from his briefs and slowly rid him of the last physical barrier between them. “Seems I’m not the only one with Lucky Charms, huh?” His wolfish grin made her laugh out loud. “What the hell made you pierce your dick?”
“I got a Prince Albert four weeks before I came back to Florida.” His voice grew softer. “I thought it would be a fun thing to share with you.”
Memories of the days before life turned to shit still plagued her thoughts and dreams but she refused to let them rule her conscious mind. So she shoved them back in the metal lockbox she’d created specifically for that reason and slammed down the lid. When she trained her stare back on Ryan she could tell he had been watching her—waiting to see if she would talk, bring up the past—but she wouldn’t. There was no going back.
“That’s not a Prince Albert, Ryan.” His eyes rounded at her clear knowledge of that particular kind of piercing. She could tell he wanted to ask how she knew about such things and she also knew his pride would never allow him to ask such a question.
“You’re right, Princess. And you would know a prince when you saw one,” he chuckled. “It’s an Apadravya.” He brazenly stroked his cock as she stared.
Her entire body clenched as she took in the scene in front of her. The way he pleasured himself with abandon, his guttural moans of arousal. The way he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was as turned on watching her watching him as she was. Without breaking eye contact, Ryan spoke to her, his voice hoarse and seductive. “You always did get turned on watching me touch myself. Tell me, Ashley, is your pussy wet right now? Is it getting wetter every second that you watch my hand pump my dick?” At his question, she straddled his thighs once again and dipped her mouth to his hardened length. “Fuck, baby…” Laving his arousal from root to tip she took him into her warm willing mouth. “Oh. My. God.”
She loved hearing his groans and feeling his body spin out of control. The few times that she had the opportunity to have him in her mouth were the most powerful she’d ever felt in her life. No other man had ever had that affect on her.
She sucked him deep to the back of her throat and then slowly released him until his crown lay gently on her lips. She sucked on the tip of his shaft just before she ran the back of her tongue up the sensitive spot in the back of the head. Pleas fell from his lips like psalms bestowed upon her, and she gloried in every one of them.
“Fuck, Ash, I…” Her mouth felt so goddamn good sucking him in and bathing him in her warmth. Tingles spread over his skin making him pray for the blessed torture to never end.
However, if she kept this up it would be only minutes before it did. He could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm gathered in the base of his spine. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
From between gritted teeth, his warning was feeble at best. He wanted to give her the chance to move but he hoped to fucking God she didn’t. That was his last rational thought before his mind scattered and his body came undone. He swore out loud as his release exploded from his body into hers and he felt her warm mouth greedily accept what he gave her, taking it down with soft breaths and even softer moans.
Finally gathering the energy to open his eyes, he looked at the woman still lapping at his semi-erect cock and their gazes connected. He felt magic of a different kind. “Come here, Princess.” She immediately complied and he stroked her hair and laid soft kisses on her lips. “That was…amazing.”
“Thank you. You know, I learned how to give blow jobs by reading books.” He felt a second of guilt pass through him just before she winked at him and smiled. God, I was such an asshole, he reflected.
Knowing he needed more of her, he ran his knuckles down the side of her body. “Let me show you what I learned how to do from this hot young girl I used to date.” Ashley started to laugh until she found herself flipped on her back and spread eagle on the bed. “You’re quick, Princess, but I’m quicker,” he joked.
“Ry, I want you to fuck me,” Ashley’s raw voice sounded wanton but Ryan knew he couldn’t let himself get carried away. He’d waited too goddamn long to rush things now.
“Not yet, baby…” In a slow but
calculated movement he brushed his lips over each of her nipples before descending lower. Reaching her stomach he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. His touch was light and reverential. “More ink,” he observed. She didn’t respond and his eyes took in the script that wrapped boldly from one hipbone to the other.
“‘Your light will guide me through the darkness, your love will forever be my home.’ My God, Ashley, that’s beautiful. Did you write that?”
“Yeah, it was the second tattoo I had done. They say tattooing is an addiction…I think I’m an addict.” He placed small, silent kisses on each of the words etched on her skin, then continued to make his way to her core.
“I love that you wax.” The pads of his fingers grazed over her smooth lips. “It’s so fucking hot. Christ, Ashley, there wasn’t anything about you from before that I would have changed, yet seeing you like this”—his eyes devoured her—“there’s nothing I’d change now, either. No matter what you do, no matter how you change your appearance, you’re fucking perfect.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking great,” she mumbled sarcastically. Her words were lost the moment Ryan’s tongue touched her core. She shivered as he spread her thighs wide open and feasted on her like a starving man.
“Ahh, Ryan.” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth stifling her cry. He slipped his finger into her tight pussy as he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Don’t hold back, Princess. Let me hear you.”
His gruff request seemed to free her inhibitions as she gave voice to the pleasure he was bestowing to her body. Ryan continued to lavish the hardened pearl with long licks and soft nips. He plunged two fingers in and out of her tight entrance, rubbing the soft skin against her pelvic bone. She pressed her pussy up against his hungry mouth and arched her back as she melted around him.
“Watching you come undone is like watching the sun rise, Ashley. It’s the most breathtaking thing my eyes have ever seen, yet I know if I’m lucky, I’ll get to see it again tomorrow.”
Shifting underneath him, Ashley smiled lazily, “There’s my Romeo, I was wondering if I would see him again sometime soon.”
He looked down into her eyes and saw pieces of their past staring back at him—pieces he wanted to recapture mixed with pieces he wished he could forget. His arms were on either side of her head in a push-up position and she lifted her hands to stroke his triceps. “I want your weight on me, Ry. I want everything you have to give me, right here, right now.” He lowered his body to hers absorbing her softness and her heat. His growl sounded almost feral to his own ears, as he pressed the tip of his length into her soft, wet cunt.
She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Her flavor mingled with his scent was an erotic blend. She loved the feeling of his tongue sliding into her mouth. His naked body once again aligned with hers, and his fully erect cock lay nestled between her thighs waiting for the right moment to enter her, claim her.
“Oh, God, Ash. Oh my God, baby… are we really doing this?” After all this time—after everything they’d been through—they were finally at this point. She was finally going to give herself to the only man she’d ever loved. For one night she was going to push the self-doubt and loathing out of her mind for just a little while. She reached between them, stroking him in her palm. “Princess, wait, let me grab a condom.” She tightened her hold on him just as he was about to pull away.
“Nothing between us, Ryan. Just this once, I want nothing between us. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Have you been careful?”
He nodded in the affirmative and leaned forward putting his lips to her ear.
“Nothing between us, Princess…just you and me.” Her wish came true, as her thoughts scattered like marbles on a hardwood floor. The feeling of him sliding into her was indescribable in its own right, but add the Apa to that and it was downright euphoric.
“Oh, fuck, Ry…” She whimpered, wrapping her long legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her. His approving groan made her smile. They quickly found their rhythm as they rocked into each other in a tangle of limbs, lips, and lust. Ryan fucked her mouth with his tongue with the same rhythm he fucked her pussy with his cock, deep strokes followed by almost a complete withdrawal and then slammed back into her with wild abandon. Ashley was lost in a sexual haze that she had never experienced before. She knew it would be like this with him. She knew back then that they’d explode when they finally got together, but it didn’t happen then. Thank God it didn’t because she would have never had the strength to leave him…then.
“I’m getting close, Ash, I want you to come with me.”
“Ryan, I’ve come twice…” Her breaths were short and quick as their bodies continued to grind into one another’s. “It’s okay, I’m good.” She leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled back.
“You’re more than just ‘good’, and you’re gonna come again with me.” His smug grin showed how certain he was of himself and his abilities. Ashley smiled and pulled him down for the kiss he denied her just mere seconds before. His fingers glided between their bodies and down over her hardened clit. The added stimulation had her pulsing around him as another orgasm started building in her already sensitive body. In and out he pumped while massaging the pleasure spot at the entrance of her core.
“Christ, Ryan”—there was a small amount of humor in her voice—“you are so fucking good.” She was close, so when he stroked her one last time she flew apart around him, her inner walls eliciting his release.
Getting a towel from her bathroom, Ryan cleaned up a sleeping Ashley and himself before climbing back into bed with her. She was lying on her side at the far end of her bed, something else different from the Ashley he’d known. When they were younger she’d slept in the center of her bed, leaving a space on either side for the nights when he would sneak in her window. Now it seemed as if she was giving him all the space he needed—as long as he wasn’t near her.
Tough shit, he thought as he settled in close to her, pressing his chest to her back. Her warmth seeped through his skin, cradling him into a deep sleep where he dreamt of coconut and sunshine.
Stud Named Reagan
ASHLEY OPENED HER eyes as the first rays of dawn crept through her window. As she came to, she felt a large hand cupping her breast, and the heat emanating from the warm body behind her and memories of the previous night flooded her head.
It wasn’t a dream, Ryan had come to Danny’s on Main, waltzing back into her life as if no time passed, as if no harm had been done, and how had she responded? She’d just opened her door—and her legs—and let him in. What the fuck is wrong with me?
She lay still, not wanting to disturb him until she’d worked out her exit plan, which was going to be tricky since they were in her fucking house. Shit. Why did I let him in?
She gave herself a mental slap before letting her eyes wander to the muscular arm that held her tight to his chest. Running up his forearm was a beautiful tattoo that she hadn’t noticed the previous night. Well, of course you didn’t notice, you slut, she held in her snicker, you were too busy blowing him to look at his arm. The thoughts of their joined passion brought a small grin to her lips. She had to admit that the sex had been amazing—more so than she’d imagined, and she’d imagined it a lot.
The quote inked onto his forearm was in French. Ashley took French all four years of high school. In fact that was the only class she and Ryan had shared. Se Souvenir le passé, vivre le presente. Remember the past, but live in the present. The phrase was so poignant it startled her. Her lungs burned from a lack of oxygen before she realized she had been holding her breath.
“Breathe, Princess. Now that we’ve got each other everything’s going to be okay.”
The pads of his fingers ran the length of her arm as he pulled her naked body closer to his. Startled, she knifed up and hopped out of bed. “Ash, what’s wrong?”
She knew she was about to break his heart. She could hear the affection in his voice a
nd the concern in his question. She’d seen the love in his eyes last night but had chosen to ignore it, hoping to find peace for just a few hours.
Dressing quickly in her yoga pants and her sports bra and tank, she turned to him. He sat upright in her bed and his mussed hair screamed hot sex. Her resolve also waivered when she saw his whiskered face, begging to be kissed, but, no. She needed to rip off the bandage, and she needed to do it now.
“Ryan.” Though her hands trembled her voice was firm. “Last night was great, but it was a one-time thing. It will never happen again.” She watched his face and saw the exact moment his confusion morphed into understanding. “Are we clear?”
“Princess, you’re right, last night was amazing. But you are so wrong if you think it’ll never happen again. I finally got you back and I’m never letting you go again. I’m guessing I wasn’t the first to have your sweet body, Ash—”
Anger swelled inside her like steam in a pressure cooker, and her lid was just about to blow. Stomping over to him, she leaned down and shoved her face into his. “My first? Are you kidding me? No, you weren’t my first you cocky arrogant ass. You think I stopped living my life when you dumped me? Do you think I’ve lived the past three years waiting for you to grace me with your presence? ” She poked him in his hard naked chest with her index finger and even through her fury she felt the sparks shoot up her arm. She reacted immediately and took a step backward to place distance between them.
Other than the slight flinch when she jabbed him, Ryan stayed perfectly still and listened quietly as her rant continued to bubble out of her. “No Ryan, you were certainly not my first. My first time happened two days after leaving Miami. I ended up in Georgia…” Her eyes grew dark with the memory. “I’d decided to honor Leo by getting one of his tattoo’s inked on me and after spending some time up close and pretty fucking personal with the sexy stud of a tattoo artist named Reagan, we went back to his place.” She watched as Ryan’s brows furrowed in disappointment, how he bit the inside of his mouth, his tell when he was trying to reign in his frustration, and how his chest rose and fell in quick succession as he fought to contain what she could only imagine was disgust at her behavior.