Behind His Eyes

by Claire Kingsley

Until she bites her lower lip. Then I’m done for.

  I surge in, grabbing the back of her neck, and pull her mouth to mine. Her body melts against me, her hands slipping around my waist. I suck her lower lip into my mouth and let my bottom teeth drag across it—not so hard that it hurts, but enough that she gasps. I moan as she presses into me, rubbing her body against my swollen cock, and let her lip go.

  "Ryan."

  She says my name and grabs my cock through my pants. Why are we wearing these fucking clothes?

  "Oh my god, Nicole, I need you. I fucking need to be inside you right now."

  Breathlessly, she nods. I yank her sweater off and let it fall to the floor. We back up toward the couch, pulling our clothes off like they’re on fire. I grab her, pulling her close, and rub my hands down her back. Her breasts press into me and her skin against mine is amazing. I bury my face in her neck, her scent filling me. Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, pushing my cock against her.

  Nicole groans. "I want your cock in me, Ryan. I want it now."

  Her voice centers me. I could throw her down on the couch and pound her until I come. But this is Nicole Prescott. I never dreamed I'd have her naked in my studio, begging me to fuck her. This is not something I can rush.

  I push the pillows aside and lay her down on the couch. Instead of climbing on top of her, I get on my knees and push her legs apart. She’s almost bare, just a sexy as hell triangle left in front. Fuck me, that’s hot. I slide my hands down her thighs and she tilts her hips up.

  "Don't make me wait," she says.

  I lean in and trail my hand down, feeling the soft folds of skin. "You're already so wet." I tease my fingers up and down, exploring. She shivers and moans, but when her fingers dig into the cushions and her back arches, I know I found the right spot. I push two fingers inside her and massage her clit with my thumb.

  "Oh god, Ryan."

  I circle my thumb around her clit, varying the pressure, learning. "Does this feel good?"

  "I love it."

  "This?" I press harder.

  Her mouth opens and she moans again. I love that sound. It makes me want to drive her crazy so she won’t stop. I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, move across to kiss the other. I work my way up, trailing my tongue up her legs, until I reach her center.

  Nicole shudders as I run my tongue up and down her slit. She’s swollen, so sensitive she reacts to every tiny movement. I find her clit with my mouth, and she gasps.

  "You taste so good. I could do this to you forever."

  "Holy shit, Ryan," she says, breathless. "I've never."

  I pause. Does she mean…? "Has no one ever done this for you?"

  "No."

  You have got to be fucking kidding me. Douchebag Jason had her all those years, and he never tasted her? What the fuck is wrong with that guy?

  A smile creeps over my face. "Oh, Nicole. I have a treat for you."

  Sweeping my tongue up and down, I rub her clit with quick strokes. She tastes so good. I grab her ass and she lets her legs rest over my shoulders. I bury my face in her, pushing my tongue into her pussy, dragging it out again and again. Her body is stiff at first, like she’s afraid. Holding back.

  "I'm going to make you come like this."

  "I don't know if I can."

  I lift my head just enough to meet her eyes. "Look at me."

  She meets my gaze, her eyes tight with anxiety.

  "Watch."

  I run my tongue over her clit. Her mouth drops open and her eyes roll back.

  "You're going to come for me."

  I go to work on her, rubbing my tongue up and down. I feel for her responses, trying different speeds and pressures. When her hips begin to move with my rhythm, I know I have her.

  Her legs open wider and I suck her clit into my mouth. Goddamn, this is so fucking hot. I have my mouth all over Nicole Prescott's pussy, and her body is writhing beneath me.

  "Oh hell, what the fuck are you doing to me?"

  I push my fingers inside and press my tongue against her. Up and down, in and out. I try a little softer, then a little harder, feeling her body react. She groans, her hips rocking up and down. I keep going, moaning into her. She cries out. She seems to like more pressure, so I concentrate just above her opening, letting my fingers push in and out, my tongue massaging her.

  "Oh, Ryan."

  She’s so hot. I want my cock inside her—to feel that slick pussy all over me. But she needs to come for me first. I’m not going to stop until she does.

  I hold to a rhythm that has her thrusting her hips into me. Faster. Harder. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her folds burning hot under my tongue.

  "Oh my god."

  I keep rubbing my tongue up and down as her orgasm builds, moving with her grinding hips. She calls out with each pulse, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.

  When she finishes, I make my way back down her thighs, kissing her as I go, tasting her sweet skin. Her chest rises and falls, her nipples pink, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.

  "How was it?" I ask, grinning at her.

  She blinks as if she’s dazed, shaking her head slowly. "I don't even... I can't..."

  I run my hands up and down her legs and scoot closer, letting my swollen cock rub against her thigh. Her pussy is there, dripping wet, waiting for me. I don’t know how this is happening, or whether I'll ever have this chance again. Have I ever been this turned on in my entire life? I grab her hips and squeeze, pressing myself close.

  "What do you want, Nicole?"

  "I want your cock."

  My heart hammers and my dick throbs. A little voice shouts at me from the back of my mind. "Shit, Nicole, I don't have anything."

  She blinks at me. "No, it's okay. I'm still on the pill."

  A wicked smile steals across my face. "Where do you want it?"

  "Inside me," she says. "Please."

  Fuck, that little voice begging me. It’s almost too much. She’s so delicious, quivering beneath me. Her hair already a mess. Her cheeks flushed. Her nipples hard. I lean over her, grabbing her ass with one hand, and take her breast in my mouth. I let my cock rub against her wet folds, teasing her, and flick my tongue over her nipple.

  I look up and she’s panting.

  "What do you want?"

  She lifts her head and meets my eyes. "I want you to fuck me."

  14

  NICOLE

  He plunges his cock into me. I've never felt anything like it. He fills me up, stretching me, the slightest tinge of pain enhancing the unbelievable pleasure.

  I just had an orgasm. How the fuck am I ready for more? He moves in and out, hitting me with just the right amount of pressure with each thrust. I open my legs wider and grab his ass, pushing him in deeper.

  "I love the way you fill me," I say. "You fill every bit of me. I had no idea."

  He pushes in and pulls out. I want him to move faster, but he holds back.

  "Careful, baby. This is too good."

  I hold his ass tighter, digging in my fingers. I rock my hips, dragging his cock across my clit with each thrust. The pressure builds in waves. I want more. I want all of him.

  "Oh my god, Nicole. You're amazing."

  My name on his lips is sublime. He leans down and kisses me, plundering my mouth with his tongue. For half a second, I’m afraid. His mouth has just been ... but it tastes incredible. My flavor mixes with his, and it sends me into a tailspin.

  He moves down my neck, sliding his tongue across my skin. I can’t believe he's lasted this long.

  "Ryan, you feel so good."

  He thrusts in and stops, holding tight against me. Jolts of pleasure spread as he grinds his cock in harder.

  "What do you want?"

  I don’t know what to say. I've never been asked that before.

  "Tell me. You have to tell me or I won't play." He slides his cock out halfway and pauses, looking at me with a grin that is downright mischievous.

  "I don't know."

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nbsp; "If Nicole doesn't know what she wants..." He pulls out a little more.

  "No, please," I say. "I'll beg. Don't stop."

  "Then tell me."

  "Push it in, hard."

  He does.

  I groan, but he doesn’t move again.

  "Again. Out, but not all the way. Stop there. Push it in. Oh my god. Yes, right there. Pull out again." I grab his ass again and guide him, moving his cock in and out of me.

  "What else do you want?"

  "Your mouth on my breasts," I say. Holy shit, what am I saying? But I do want it. "Suck on my nipple. Oh my god, yes." I shudder.

  "I love it when you tell me what you like," he says.

  He holds himself up with one hand and grabs my ass with the other. His muscles flex and ripple. His tattoo covers one shoulder, and he has another on his chest. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. His green eyes rove over my face and the stubble on his jaw is hot as hell. It felt unreal against my thighs and between my legs.

  "Faster," I say.

  He picks up the pace, pounding his cock into me. Pressure builds again, from deep inside. What is that?

  "Holy shit, Ryan, don't stop that."

  I don’t think I'll be able to have another orgasm. On the rare occasions I’ve climaxed during sex in the past, I was spent afterward, without any desire to continue. But Ryan's tongue was like an appetizer, revving me up for the main course. Pleasure fills me, the intensity increasing.

  "Whoa," he says suddenly and slows down. He blows out a breath and holds, the crown of his cock just inside.

  I move to push him back in, but he stops me.

  "Hang on, baby. I don't want to come too soon."

  "Are you almost?"

  "Yeah," he says and takes another breath. "Right there. But I want to come together."

  He can do that?

  My body wants more, but I wait. Ryan stares at me. What’s going through his head? How did this happen?

  He pushes back in and I cry out.

  "Yeah, let me hear you," he says. "This is incredible, Nicole. Fuck, you feel so good. I could do this all day."

  "Oh my god, yes," I say.

  Without warning, he pulls out and, like an expert fucking gymnast, flips us over so he’s on the bottom.

  "I want to watch you come like this," he says. “You’re so beautiful.”

  I straddle him and lower myself onto his cock. This is delicious. He wants to play with me? Maybe I can play with him.

  "Tell me what you want," I say, lifting my ass so his tip is barely touching me.

  "Oh no," he says. "That's my game."

  "Not anymore," I say. I slide down a little, then pull back again. "Tell me."

  He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me toward him. "Down. That's it."

  "Now what?"

  "Move back and forth," he says, guiding me with his hands. "Oh fuck, yes."

  I slide up and down, grinding my pussy into him with every stroke.

  "Faster."

  I pick up the pace, tilting my hips, riding him. His hands move from my hips to my waist and up to my breasts.

  "You feel so incredible, Nicole. Do you want to come like this?"

  Holy shit, I have choices?

  "Yes."

  His hands go back to my hips and he moves me faster, pushing me back and forth across his cock. The tip rubs me in just the right spot every time and I feel my inner muscles contracting, the tension mounting. I've never felt anything so deep before.

  "Come with me, Nicole," he says. "Fuck me, this is unreal. I want you to come with me."

  "Do it."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Oh my god, do it now. Come in me, Ryan."

  The pulses of his cock as he climaxes send me over the edge. An orgasm rocks through me, like nothing I've ever experienced before. My core muscles tense and release, sending explosions of pleasure through my whole body. I throw my head back and ride his wave, letting the mad rush of sensation overtake me.

  When I finish, I look down. He smiles, his dimples standing out beneath his stubble.

  "Come here." He threads his hand around the back of my neck and draws me down to him. He kisses me, long and slow, his touch so gentle. Our lips part and I draw back. He places a hand across my cheek. "Did that just happen?"

  "I think it did."

  I get up off of him and look around. I feel like I forgot where I am. This is Ryan's studio. I just watched him do a photo shoot. And then he fucked me senseless.

  Wait, what?

  Just when I start to panic, he gets up and puts his arms around me, kissing the top of my head.

  "Come in here. I'll help."

  Bewildered, I let him lead me through his apartment and into the bathroom. It gleams with newness. Light gray tile contrasts with a dark wood vanity. The fixtures are sleek and modern. A touch of turquoise brakes up the neutrals.

  He runs a washcloth under the water and wrings it out. I literally have no idea what he’s doing. I thought he'd lead me to the bathroom so I could clean up, but he isn’t leaving.

  Still naked, he kneels on the mat and runs his hands down my legs. He spreads my thighs apart, his hands strong but gentle, and wipes each inner thigh with the warm washcloth.

  Is he kidding right now?

  No one, and by no one I mean Jason, has ever done something like this for me. Of course, after what just happened, I realize there are a lot of things Jason never did for me. But this—wiping a soft, wet cloth over my legs with such tenderness. It unmakes me.

  Tears spring to my eyes and I cover my mouth. I don’t want him to see me cry. I’m standing naked in his bathroom while he washes me—how can I sob in front of him like this?

  There’s no stopping it. I’m completely overwhelmed and the tears won’t stop. My shoulders shake, my hand still clamped to my mouth.

  Ryan stands, setting the washcloth on the counter. He touches my face and runs his fingers through my hair. "Nicole, I'm so sorry. Was that too much? I thought we were both ... I thought you wanted that."

  I nod through the sobs, trying to speak, but my words are garbled. "I did," I manage finally.

  "Come here." He wraps his arm around my shoulders and draws me into his apartment. The king sized bed sprawls across the middle of the space. He eases me into his bed and draws the sheets up over me. "Do you want me to leave you alone?"

  There’s so much concern in his voice. So much tenderness. My eyes burn with fresh tears.

  "No," I whisper. "Please don't go."

  He smiles, looking relieved, and climbs into bed with me. He lays on his back and I tuck my head against his shoulder, my arm draped across his chest. My body still tingles with everything he did to me. I take slow, deep breaths, finding calm. For a second, I wonder if I should be embarrassed. I literally had the best sex of my entire life, and it left me a crying mess in his bathroom. Aren’t women supposed to cry when sex is bad? Certainly not when it’s good. But the way Ryan holds me, softly rubbing his fingers across my arm ... I’m not worried. He isn’t judging me.

  I close my eyes, feeling his warmth envelop me, and drift off to sleep.

  15

  RYAN

  N icole's body rests against mine, her breathing slow and even. I stare at the ceiling, so relaxed I could fall asleep. I stay awake, a little afraid that if I drift off, I'll wake to find it didn’t happen. That was ... fuck me, it was incredible. I’m no stranger to good sex, but Nicole blew me away.

  Just like in a good photography session, there was that moment, the instant when her inhibitions fell and her inner goddess broke free. She was hesitant at first—trusting, but hesitant. That willingness to relax with me and let me lead her to a new place was so damn hot. Her taste. Her body. Her skin. Her eyes. Boring into me, wanting me. God, I could do that over and over again. I want to free her. To bring out the passion she's been holding back for so long.

  My cock stirs and I take a few deep breaths to calm it down. She’s so serene and peaceful. I don’t want to disturb her.
r />   I worry a little about her reaction in the bathroom. Elise cried a lot, but ... I don’t want to think about Elise. This is about Nicole. I'll talk to her when she wakes up, make sure she’s okay. I want to draw her out and give her things she's never experienced, but I don’t want to push her too far. Hopefully she was simply taken by surprise. Fuck me if I wasn't. When she showed up at my door, I had no idea it would end with me taking her on the couch in my studio. A slow grin spreads over my face. I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this amazing in so long—nope, scratch that. Maybe ever.

  For the first time in a very long time, I have a glimmer of hope for my future. Maybe being the reclusive photographer living in an old church on the beach isn’t the end of my story.

  NICOLE STIRS, rousing me from half-sleep. She makes a cute little noise in her throat, then gasps, lifting her head.

  "Hi, beautiful." I brush her hair back from her face and one corner of her mouth turns up in a smile.

  "Hey. Sorry. I think I fell asleep."

  "That’s okay," I say. "I’m glad you were so relaxed."

  Spots of color rise on her cheeks. She sits up, drawing the sheet over her chest. Her hair falls forward across her face.

  I sit up and tuck her hair behind her ear. "Hey. Look at me."

  Nicole tilts her chin up to meet my gaze. Her eyes glisten with tears. "I'm sorry," she says. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

  A single tear breaks free and trails down her cheek. I swipe it away with my thumb.

  "There's nothing wrong with you," I say. My chest tightens with concern. Does she regret this? "Did I do things you didn't like?"

  "No," she says, vehemently. "It was incredible. Literally, the best I've ever had. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that."

  "Then what's wrong?"

  She takes a shaky breath. "I'm overwhelmed, Ryan. I've never... No one has ever... I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense. I feel like I don't know how to do this."

  "If you want to tell me something, you can," I say. "You can tell me anything."

  Her lips fall open, and of course I think about what her mouth would look like around my cock. Stop it, Ryan. She's having a moment here.