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R: Cocktease.
A: Damn right. I'm leaving work now. No sign of the creep, but I'm Ubering just in case.
R: Good.
Ryan put his phone down and leaned his head back, exhausted. “You know,” he said, eyes closed, “you’re maybe not as big of a douchebag as I originally thought.”
“Aww, Rook. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Hayes reached in between them and pulled the armrest up, yawning. Then he leaned in, rested his head on Ryan’s shoulder, and closed his eyes.
Welcome Home (11)
It was well after one in the morning when Ryan finally got home. He and Osi had ridden back to their building with Hayes in his Ford Raptor, and he tried to come in as quietly as he could, so as not to wake Amara.
Opening the door, he saw that the living room light was on. He set his keys on the counter and hung his suit jacket on the back of one of the stools, just as she came slinking around the corner towards him. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she was wearing one of his tank tops with a pair of black lace underwear.
He stared, flustered. “Oh, uh, wow. Sorry if you were asleep. I was trying to…”
Before he could even finish his sentence, her tongue was tracing his lips and she was unbuttoning his dress shirt. She got it all the way undone, yanked it off his shoulders, and pushed it to the floor. Her hands migrated to his suit pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She pulled her mouth away from his.
“Hi,” he panted, watching her drop to her knees in front of him. He clutched her ponytail as she immediately grabbed him and took him into her mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned, as she began aggressively sucking him off. He looked down at her, and she looked up, locking eyes with him. “You’re even more beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He knew if he let her keep going, he was gonna cum pretty quickly; he’d never in all his adventures been with someone who knew exactly how to touch him the way she did. It was like her DNA’d been programmed to get him off. “No. Fuck this.” He pulled her head away.
“What’s wrong?” she said, looking up at him.
He slid his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet, kissing her, as he ran his hands all over her body: across her tits, down her sides, and over her ass. Ultimately, he kept one on her ass and moved the other between her legs, which she parted instinctively as soon as she felt him touch her there. “What’s wrong,” he said, rubbing her through her underwear, “is that you’re not sitting on my fucking face right now.” He pushed the fabric to the side, and feeling how wet she was, went for two fingers.
“Ryan,” she moaned, as she wrapped both arms around his neck to steady herself, her legs almost collapsing as he moved his fingers in, out, and around inside her.
“Tell me how to make you cum. I wanna make you cum so fucking bad.”
“Your bedroom, now.”
He removed his hand from between her legs, grabbed onto her ass with both of his hands, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed his neck as he carried her down the hallway, into his room, and dropped her onto his bed. Her legs hung off the edge as he stood over her. “Get on your knees,” she instructed him, as she tore off the tank top she was wearing and chucked it onto the floor.
He reached up, ripped her panties off, and spread her legs, as she positioned them on top of his shoulders. She moaned loudly as she felt him run his tongue slowly along her clit, teasing her. He pushed two fingers inside of her again, before alternating between licking and sucking her clit while he finger-fucked her.
She knew it wouldn’t take long; the kid knew exactly what he was doing. Still, she gave him some pointers to make it go quicker. As he continued using his fingers and mouth flawlessly in tandem, she felt herself tense up after just a few minutes. “I’m right there,” she squeaked out. “Ryan, omigod!”
He removed his fingers, reached up to grab her tits, and buried his beautiful face between her legs, fucking her with his tongue as she came all over it.
She lay there, panting, as he walked over to his nightstand. “Holy shit. That felt…so good,” she told him, as she watched him tear open a condom with his teeth and put it on.
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, realizing what was about to happen. She backed herself completely onto the bed, and he climbed on top of her. “You thought that felt good?” he asked, as he reached down, grabbed his cock, and guided it slowly inside of her. She whimpered, as her body, still sensitive from her orgasm, adjusted to his size. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Make me forget my name.”
“Done.”
He positioned himself over her, holding himself up on one elbow and gripping the headboard with his other hand. He started grinding his hips into hers slowly, teasing her and gauging her reaction. She reached her hands up and grabbed two fistfuls of his messy blonde hair, tugging on it as he continued to give it to her slowly, desperate to hear her beg for it.
“Faster, harder,” she moaned, staring into his eyes, which were fixed on hers.
“You want it faster, harder?” he asked, continuing at the same pace. “Beg me.”
“God, please, Ryan. Faster. Harder. Please!”
He let go of the headboard and sat up, removing himself from her for a second. He grabbed both of her legs and moved them onto his shoulders. He leaned forward and pushed himself inside her again, grabbed the headboard with both hands, and proceeded to give her exactly what she wanted.
There was no kissing, no talking, nothing even remotely sweet or romantic about anything that was happening on that bed. The way he fucked her was animalistic; she’d never experienced anything like it before. She was so flustered by what his body was doing to hers that she couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands. She moved frantically between pulling his hair, dragging her nails up and down his back, and grabbing his ass. She eventually reached them up above her head and grabbed onto his biceps, as he continued to annihilate her pussy with his fat cock.
