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“Ryan, stop. You wanted me to say something, right? Then let me say it. I’m not ready for it, and neither are you. This isn’t gonna happen, this can’t happen, and knowing that? The fact that I still feel the way I do about you is becoming a real problem for me. I don’t...I don’t trust myself around you, Ry.”
“So, you feel it, too? This isn’t me just making shit up in my head? You feel it, too?”
She nodded.
He scooted closer to her, reached the hand she was holding up to her face, and slid it slowly around the back of her neck, pulling her forehead to his. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “You want me too, don’t you?”
“Ryan…this can’t happen.”
“Yes, it can. Show me how bad you want me,” he demanded, as his other hand joined the one already on the back of her neck. Instinctively, she moved one leg across his lap, straddling him. Feeling how hard he was between her legs, she slid her hands up the front of his shirt and ran her fingertips across his abs. “Your fucking body, Ryan. My God.”
“You want it? It’s all yours, baby. I’ll take you to my bedroom right now and fuck you ‘til you can’t move. But I wanna hear you admit that you want this.”
Their foreheads still pressed together, their lips were getting dangerously close. She knew damn well that if they did this, there was no going back. This would complicate everything between them, just like Rizz had warned. He started slowly rocking his hips upwards into hers, and she responded by pressing hers down and grinding herself all over his lap. “Fuck, that feels so good, baby.”
“Ryan. We can’t…do this,” she moaned, knowing her protest was beyond useless at this point.
This was happening.
“Then fucking stop me.” His hands aggressively made their way up the front of the hoodie she had on, and right as he grabbed her tits, his tongue slid inside her mouth. She immediately met it with her own. He broke the kiss so he could yank the hoodie up over her head. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, instantly returning her mouth to his. They kissed like their mouths were made for each other; their tongues knew every move the other one was going to make, their lips knowing exactly when and where to suck, like they’d done this a thousand times.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard,” he told her, as he grabbed her ass and flipped her over onto her back, pushing himself on top of her. He pressed his knee up in between her legs and she closed them tightly around it, reaching her hand between their bodies and grabbing him through his sweatpants. She was impressed with his size: decent length, but well above-average girth. He grabbed her hand and forced it down the front of his pants, eliminating the barrier between her hand and his cock. “There we go. Fuck,” he moaned, as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to jerk him off slowly.
He squeezed her small tits together and moved his mouth in between them, alternating between sucking her nipples and running his tongue in between her cleavage.
“I wanna fuck you, Ryan,” she moaned.
“Say it again.”
“I wanna fuck you so bad.” She felt him harden even more as he pumped his hips faster, steadily fucking her hand. She was in the middle of wiggling out of her shorts with her free hand when a loud groan escaped him, and she felt his hot cum spurt all over her hand and the inside of his sweatpants. “Shit.”
When he finished, neither of them moved and there was a lengthy pause, with Amara finally breaking it. “Hey, so…”
“Nope. Don’t talk,” he cut her off, embarrassed, his voice muffled as his face was pressed between her head and the couch. He sat up, adjusted his pants, and rolled his eyes. “That’s just…fuckin’ wonderful.”
She sat up next to him and wrapped her arms around him. “For what it’s worth: that was the hottest 30 seconds of my life.”
He wiggled out of her grasp. “OK, you’re not helping.” He stood up and yanked the front of his pants away from his body. “Ugh. Well, I’ll be in my room with a plastic bag over my head if you need me.”
“I’m just gonna…” She wiped her sticky hand all over the outside of his pants. “I’m assuming those are going in the wash.” He looked at her, horrified. “What? Were you gonna wear them on the bus tomorrow? And don’t beat yourself up. I give amazing handies.” She winked at him.
“I really hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” She stood up. “On that note: it’s time for bed.”
He grabbed her hand as she tried to walk past him. “Next time, I swear to you, I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ back out.”
“Ryan, I’m 41, so that’s an actual possibility. And there’s not gonna be a next time. This was a mistake. I told you, we can’t do this.”
“Oh, we’re doing this. We can and we are.”
“This is really stupid.”
“Why? What’s the issue?”
“Because I’m old…”
“Because you’re older than me? Big deal. I lost my virginity to a woman 20 years older than me. Clearly, I’m not worried about that.”
