Release (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “Put your legs over my shoulders, baby...that’s it.” Her lower body was lifted off the desk, and he swooped down, put his lips on her, and swallowed her whole. He kissed her with his open mouth, penetrating his tongue deep inside her, never taking his eyes off of hers. He ate at her as if she were his favorite meal, and he was a starved man, making sounds of satisfaction and approval as he devoured her. He used his teeth, grazing her clit, and she was lost, letting out a scream, breathing so heavily from the overwhelming feelings, that she felt faint. He captured the nub between his lips and sucked, all while continuing to look her in the eyes, his own bright with carnal hunger.

  She was letting out keening gasps, until he stopped, and smiled wickedly against her. While he took nibbles at her, he murmured, “So greedy. You’re so ready for me.” He gave her one last swipe of his tongue on her clit, then said, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet little pussy of yours now, baby.”

  He lowered her down to meet his proud thickness, and his cock massaged her, spreading her wetness all over. Keeping her legs over his shoulders, and his hands on her ass, he slowly pushed himself inside.

  Once he was seated to the hilt, he waited a moment until she was looking at him, then made long strokes in and out, slowly, and she moaned as he looked down to watch him penetrate her.

  He felt so incredible. Everything he did seemed to open a new world of sensation to her. She moved with him, picking up on the rhythm, and he reached down to caress her breasts, her nipples. His hand moved with her, adding to the cadence of their lovemaking.

  He brought his other hand down between them, and rubbed at the swollen bundle of nerves, while his other hand found her nipple and grasped it lightly between his fingers, then rubbing it with his thumb.

  At this point she was writhing on the desk, begging him to finish. It was absolute torture. The dual stimulation caused her to buck, but because he held firm to her nipple, her breast was being stretched and elongated, each time he pushed against her.

  It didn’t take more than three seconds, before she found herself pumping madly against him, loving the all encompassing friction of his cock inside her, his thumb on her clit, and his fingers holding her nipple. She was climbing closer and closer to the edge.

  Before she knew what was happening, Jeremy let go of her nipple and clit, then grabbed her hips, and slammed into her over and over. He let out a primal yell, surging so powerfully into her that the table moved.

  She screamed, holding onto the desk, as he crashed into her once, twice, three times, the force of his thrusts scraping the table along the floor. Then he pummeled into her one last time, and held her tight to him as he came. It went on and on, convulsing inside her, yelling as if he’d just won a prize.

  “Fuck.” He was still inside her, semi hard, breathing heavily, “When you clench around me...fuck. I just can’t seem to be gentle with you.” He took a moment to calm his breathing, and she did as well. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, a disconcerted tone in his voice.

  She smiled and groaned happily. She had never felt more alive. As far as she was concerned, she wouldn’t change a thing. What was she turning into?

  She clenched her muscles around him and ground against him. He moaned in response to her subconscious answer. “Sex kitten.”

  She chuckled. “If you let go of me right now, be prepared to pick me up off of the floor a moment later. There is no way I’ll be able to stand on my own,” she said still trying to catch her breath. He eased out of her while she rested on the desk. He pulled up his jeans, and left their clothes where they were.

  In a surprise move, he lifted her, then tossed her over his shoulder, fireman style.

  “Ahh!” she squealed. “Jeremy!” she yelled, her breath rushing out of her due to her stomach on his shoulder.

  He smacked her ass, then turned his face into her thigh and sucked at her skin.

  She jolted, but his arm around her thighs kept her still. “Friggin’ Neanderthal,” she muttered, smacking his butt.

  When she saw him approaching the stairs, she struggled more. “Jeremy, I’m about to pass out here.”

  He easily swung her around so he was carrying her in the front, then kissed her quickly. “Sorry, baby. You bring out the animal in me.”

  He carried her up the stairs, glancing occasionally at her breasts. “I love your tits,” he murmured.

  She groaned. “Why do men like that word. It’s so…adolescent.”

  He chuckled. “Because that’s all we are anyway. Just a bunch of horny pubescent boys.”

  “Lovely,” she muttered, then squealed when he tossed her on his bed.

  “Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he winked.

  He came back a minute later with a warm wash cloth. He apparently liked to clean her this way. She blushed, and he let his warm gaze travel her body, while he wiped her clean with the warm, wet towel. She wiggled when he stroked her sex, paying special attention to her clit.

  He looked her in the eye, his own heavy lidded. Then he sighed, looking slightly disgruntled, and said, “You’re a beautiful woman, Ryann.”

  “Thank you,” she said shyly. “Don’t sound so happy about it.”

  “I meant what I said last night about you being off the market,” his voice low.

  She swallowed, “I know.”

  “So...when men try to pick you up, tell them you’re not available.”

  She swallowed, and thought of Armand DiCarlo.

  “The man who’s arranging the showing of the Mackenzie Renault painting for the gala…Armand DiCarlo. Any chance he’s met you yet?” he asked casually.

  She blinked. Wow, he was either a psychic, or just crazy perceptive. She began to feel a slight panic come over her. She nodded.

  “And?”

  Oh, boy.

  “And what?”

  “And…how did that go?” He was still acting casually, but she could tell he wasn’t feeling casual. He was stroking her inner thighs, but his touch was becoming slower.

  She sighed, and went with honesty. “He…was polite.”

  He looked at her. “What else?”

  She sighed. “Just ask what you want to ask.”

  “Did he come onto you?”

  “Yes,” she said. And waited.

  He tossed the towel to the hamper, and turned back to her with an angry but controlled look on his face. He stood there dressed in his jeans and boots, and there she was sprawled naked on the bed. She was beginning to feel extremely exposed.

  His eyes were nearly black, and the intensity of his stare was making her nervous. “This wasn’t something you could’ve told me last night? How did you respond?” his voice sounding dangerous.

  She looked him defiantly in the eyes. “First of all, why are you angry with me? I can’t help it if a guy flirts with me. And secondly, I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you last night. Jennifer introduced us, he told me he was interested, and I told him I wasn’t interested, because I had a special friend who I spent time with.”

  He raised an eyebrow, looking even more unhappy. “A special friend?”

  “Well, it’s not like we discussed what this was between us, or anything. It’s why I asked you last night,” she huffed.

  He climbed next to her on the bed, then leaned himself over her. The back of his hand stroked from her belly button up to between her breasts, then back down again. “You should’ve told me about him.”

  “Should I expect you to tell me every time a girl hits on you?” she countered.

  “Listen, I know Armand.” He clenched his jaw. “He loves women. He’ll want you, and see you as a challenge now that you’ve told him you’re not interested. He’ll have a difficult time backing down,” he muttered, his teeth clenched. “But I can help him with that,” he said looking away.

  “Well, hello pot calling the kettle black. You were the same way with me, so stop this right now, Jeremy. You’re not going to say anything to him. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  His jaw ti
ghtened more. “What did he say when you told him you had a special friend?”

  Without thinking of her wording, she stammered, “He basically implied that when I wanted to be more than a…fuck buddy, he would be happily waiting in the wings.” Then she looked away, realizing what she’d said.

  “Fuck. Look at me.” He waited until she did.

  She was nervous, because she had never seen him look so mad. He was breathing heavily, and looked like he wanted to hit something.

  “Is that what you think you are to me? A fuck buddy?”

  She blinked, and tried to get a thought together in her mind. “Jeremy, please stop worrying about this. I just told you I’m not interested in Armand, and I told him so.” She put her hand on his face to calm him.

  He looked away as if deep in thought, then he turned back to her. “Does Jennifer play into this? She introduced you. You said last night you weren’t sure if you could talk to me about stuff at the Institute because of my position, and now it’s all clicking into place. Has she said more things to you?”

  Ugh. “I told you, Jeremy. I can handle Jennifer. Please. You’re worrying about something that doesn’t deserve your energy.”

  “Tell me if she’s done something, Ryann,” he growled.

  “I’m not going to tell you if or what she’s said or done, Jeremy. You’re the VC at the Institute. This is petty, stupid stuff that you don’t need to spend your time thinking about.”

  “I’m not talking to you as the VC at the moment, but I swear to God, I’ll act as the VC, if I find out she’s hurting you in any way.”

  He was making her melt again, and she smiled up at him tenderly, stroking his cheek. “Shh,” she put her finger over his lips. “You need to trust me that I can handle her, ok? And I can handle Armand, too.”

  “The next time he comes sniffing around you, you make sure that he knows that you are completely unavailable. Do you understand?”

  She smiled, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m not playing around, Ryann.”

  “I know you’re not.” She leaned up and kissed him, cupping his face between her hands. He kissed her back, and dropped his forehead to hers letting out a deep sigh.

  “I’m not sharing you.” He looked away, appearing a little lost. Then, “Come on,” he muttered. “Let’s get some clothes on you, and make some dinner.”

  Chapter 20

  Jeremy was quiet during dinner. He turned on music and poured some wine, while they both made salmon, rice and salad. But he wasn’t his normal chatty self. The conversation about Armand kept playing in her head.

  He didn’t deny that she was his fuck buddy, and didn’t offer another label to replace the ‘special friend’ one, but she got the impression he wasn’t happy with either of them. She was apparently going to have to be happy with the ‘unavailable/off the market’ label for now.

  After they cleaned up dinner, they snuggled on the sofa to watch a movie, but by the time the closing credits were rolling, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. It had been a long weekend physically and emotionally. Jeremy took one look at her, turned off all the lights and locked up, then swept her into his arms.

  “I can walk, you know.”

  “Shh,” he said.

  When he reached the bedroom, he put her down next to the bed, and began stripping her of her clothes.

  “I can undress myself, too,” she muttered.

  He glared at her, but continued removing her clothes. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

  “Yes.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll go after you.”

  She did, brushing her teeth, and using the toilet. Just as she walked out, he walked in, the bed already turned down, and ready for them. She crawled into the bed, and laid her head on the pillow. He came out moments later, turned off the light, and crawled in next to her.

  He draped her over him, and kissed her head.

  She could feel his erection next to her stomach, and wondered why he didn’t make a move to have sex. It wasn’t like him.

  “Jeremy?” she whispered.

  She could hear him swallow. “Yeah?”

  “Do you want to…?”

  “No, baby. Just go to sleep, ok?”

  She tried not to feel rejected, but she couldn’t help it. Was he tiring of her already? It was obvious he was aroused. Why didn’t he want to have sex with her? Did he think she didn’t want to have sex? These types of questions were just another example of why she hadn’t been looking forward to dating again. She was constantly analyzing everything. It was exhausting.

  She sighed. “Are you sure? Because…”

  “I’m sure, baby. Have a good sleep, ok?”

  She tried to blink back the tears. It was like the night before all over again. It felt like they were fighting or something, and she felt it in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex that day in the woodshop, but she had become accustomed to his insatiable appetite. When he didn’t want it, she got worried. Especially, when he was so obviously aroused.

  Knowing she wasn’t going to see him all week made her all the more worried, and she was overcome with a desire that blindsided her.

  She reached down and fisted him.

  He grabbed her hand, and hissed. “Ryann...”

  “I don’t want to go to sleep.” She was angry. Why didn’t he want her?

  She leaned down, and licked the head of his cock.

  “God. Ryann, stop.”

  “No.” At this point, she was desperate. She put him in her mouth, and sucked.

  He gripped her hair in his hand, and tried to dislodge her.

  She made a noise in the back of her throat, while he tried to pull her away from him, and hung onto him with her mouth.

  “Ryann!”

  She released him, and yelled, “Why don’t you want me?! What’s going on, Jeremy?”

  “What’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on! I’m trying not to come at you like an animal every time my dick gets hard for you, that’s what’s going on! Is that what you want me to do? Because if that’s the case, I’m happy to keep it inside you the entire time we’re in private. Would that make you feel better?!”

  “Yes!” She yelled in frustration, and anger.

  He grabbed at her waist, and threw her back down, landing between her legs and pinning her arms above her head. Before she knew it, he was already sliding into her.

  “Is this what you want, Ryann? A nice hard fuck?” His voice was low and sultry.

  “Yes...” she moaned. Finally!

  “This is what you want?” He slid back in until she could feel his balls slap against her. She whimpered.

  She wished he didn’t feel so good. She felt his own anger and frustration vibrate off of him. Why was he angry with her?

  “Jeremy,” she breathed with uncertainty.

  He stilled, and his hands gentled on her restrained wrists. He looked at her, and his face looked as if he was torn up inside.

  “God, baby.” He looked at her with such tenderness. Then he began to slide out of her, as if he was leaving her. But she grabbed at his hands.

  “No. Please, Jeremy…. Please.”

  He let go of her wrists, and cupped her face looking her in the eyes, then slowly pushed his way back in. His eyes closed briefly, and he had a look of ecstasy on his face.

  “Ryann,” he breathed. “Tell me...tell me you want me...me.”

  “I do, Jeremy. Only you. I need this. Please don’t stop...”

  She moved with him, as he kissed her face, and massaged her scalp, while he slowly slid in and out.

  Her breathing hitched, as she felt the familiar building of sensation inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and nuzzled her lips there. “Don’t stop, Jeremy. Please…” she whispered.

  He reached down to grab her ass, and tilted her hips, so that every time he slid into her, he would grind her clit. He was being so gentle, and a lump began forming in her throat. She felt so sad, and
she didn’t know why.

  “Let go, baby…that’s it,” he whispered. “I’m going to miss you. Come for me now, so I can remember what you look like.”

  She felt like he was saying goodbye. She sobbed out his name, and he increased his tempo, his hips moving faster, but still controlled. He was holding back, and she didn’t want him to.

  “Faster, Jeremy.”

  “No, Ryann. Just like this. Come for me, just like this.”

  He gently encouraged her, and she circled her hips so her clit would hit his pelvic bone. She felt the pulse of the first ripple of orgasm hit her, and began coming. It was slow and intense in its power, and she cried out, clutching her arms around him, gasping into his neck.

  “Ahh…Ryann.” He held her face and rested his lips on her neck while he spilled his seed inside her.

  …..

  They both lay there quietly. He was still inside her, and his neck was wet from the tear that escaped her eye. Shit, don’t cry, Ryann! she screamed to herself.

  He stroked her hair. “Shh, baby. It’s ok,” he murmured.

  “What’s happening, Jeremy? Are you mad at me?”

  “I’m not mad at you at all, baby.” He swallowed. “I’m sorry about before. I just don’t want you to think that I expect you to have sex with me every second of the day.”

  “But I like having sex with you every second of the day.” She knew she was pouting, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

  He chuckled. “You do, don’t you.”

  “Yes, I do.” Pause. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

  She mentally smacked herself in the head. Nice going, Ryann. That comment won’t scare him off at all.

  Before he could respond, she joked, “Like turning me into a sex addict.” She cringed internally, thinking it sounded like she only wanted him for sex. What she felt for him was so much more than that...and it had only been a week or so. She couldn’t possibly tell him her real feelings yet. It was all happening so fast.

  He paused, then sighed. “Well, I’m happy to help in that regard any time.”