Page 35 of The Runaway Mate

“What?” I asked, my voice breathless.

He stood up and stalked toward me, a predator sighting his prey. “I want to lick every inch of you, Mai. I want to know what you smell like when you come. I want to be inside of you, fucking you again and again till you can’t walk straight.”

“Oh.” I looked into his eyes and felt my whole body tremble. Fuck yeah, did I want those things. I’d only been dreaming of them for years. I was wet just at the thought of Ryan fucking me, but adding all of those things? I wasn’t sure if I could speak right now. Did I want this? One night of freedom, where it wasn’t Mai, Jem’s sister, reject of Ryan, and it wasn’t Ryan, enforcer, seeker of Mai. No, for one night, it was just us. Following our instincts, no past, no consequences. Just us.

I surged up, closing the distance between us in one step, and kissed him.

Chapter twenty-four

Mai

Ryan’s lips were hot and firm against mine, and my body responded instantly. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer as his tongue teased mine. I moaned, my hands threading through his hair as he deepened the kiss. It was like we’d been holding back for years, and it was finally time to let go. It was crazy; we were kissing and touching each other like we were running out of time.

He ran his lips down my neck, his hands gliding over my dress, circling my breasts. Suddenly, he lifted me up onto the table and hiked my dress up around my waist. He hooked my underwear with his thumbs and slowly dragged them down, his eyes never leaving mine. I was panting now, desperate to feel him. I yanked him closer, pulled his shirt out of his trousers, and finally got my hands on his bare chest. His fingers went right to my clit and did a delicious swirl. I gasped, and he dipped a finger inside of me.

“Fuck, Mai, you’re so wet, you're dripping,” he growled as he slid his finger out and then pushed it inside again. His thumb found my clit and stroked it while he finger-fucked me.

“Oh my Goddess, Ryan.” My breaths were coming in pants. I put my arms back on the table, giving him more access as he added another finger. I was close. This was Ryan, for fuck’s sake, and I was going to come on his kitchen table.

“Ryan,” I begged. He added a third finger, and I felt him everywhere inside me. He didn’t go faster, though; just kept slowly sliding in and out, setting my nerves on fire.

His thumb did another swirl, and I fell apart on a cloud of stars. The outside world disappeared, and it was just Ryan and me. When I came back to my senses, Ryan slid his fingers out then, never taking his gaze off me, licked each finger. I was going to come again just watching him.

Ryan picked me up and carried me up the stairs. He kicked open a door, and I had the briefest of moments to see his room. It was spacious, with a king-sized bed, a dresser on one side of the room, and a large TV on the other. The walls were painted a soft blue, and there were a few black-and-white photos on the walls. Then Ryan put me down, so I was standing next to the bed.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered.

I thought about it for a millisecond, then undid the zip and slid the dress off.

“And your bra.”

He was breathing deeply, and I could see his cock straining against his trousers. I took my bra off and threw it on the floor. I was naked, the cool air caressing my skin, and for a moment, I felt vulnerable and stupid, but then I looked at Ryan. His eyes were full of wonder.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I could feel a blush spreading across my body.

“It starts now, Mai, you and me,” he growled.

I nodded, unable to speak. Then he was there, kissing me. His hands tickled my stomach, my ass, then up to my ribs, and finally my breasts. His finger flicked my nipple, and I gasped. He bent down and drew my nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. Then he sucked, and I almost came. My hands grabbed onto his hair, forcing him to stand up and kiss me. He took over, his tongue invading my mouth, demanding and hungry. I ran my hands over his chest, then slid them down, unbuckling his belt. I could feel his cock against my thigh, and my only thoughts were about setting it free. I pushed Ryan back, knelt down, and pulled his clothes down. His cock sprang free of his underwear, and I blinked.

Yikes.

It was huge and beautiful. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, and I leaned forward to lick it. Ryan growled, and it made my insides quiver. I licked it again, tracing the tip with my tongue, then pulled him into my mouth. Ryan rocked back, and I could hear his rapid heart rate.

I sucked, swirling my tongue against him, then used my fingers to stroke his balls. I was loving this, loving making Ryan gasp, when he grabbed me under my arms and yanked me up so I was straddling him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his cock pressing against my wet opening, and I whimpered.

The tip of his cock pushed inside an inch, then he pulled out again.

“Tell me you want this, Mai. I need to hear you say the words.”

I nipped his ear, then whispered, “Of course I want this. I’ve waited years for this, Ryan. Fuck me. Please.”

He did, thrusting up and filling me so completely that I groaned with pleasure. He was so big I could feel every inch of him inside me. He lifted me up, his cock hitting all my pleasure points as he drew out. Ryan paused, holding me over the top of his cock.

“Look at me, Mai,” he ordered.

I lifted my eyes to meet his and was shocked at the intensity in them. His gaze was hot and determined. His eyes never left mine as he lowered me down on his cock. I don’t know what he saw, but his expression turned smug.

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