Page 64 of Four Times Taken

"We shouldn't be doing this," I moaned, the place between my thighs no longer damp but sopping wet, soaking through the matching blue-satin bottoms.

"That's not a no," he whispered in my ear, and my knees trembled. "Tell me, Lily." He pressed my back against the wall. "Do you want me?"

The friction of my hard nipples against the satin and denim jacket, pressed up against his sculpted chest, could have started a fire. He cupped a breast in his hand and squeezed it like a ripe, juicy fruit, and I almost expected it to squirt in response. I knew my pussy certainly wept. If I didn't have him now, I'd short circuit.

"Yes," I whispered.

He looked up at me with those beautiful gray eyes, and I affirmed my answer with a nod. He groaned like a beast, pulling the jacket over my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it aside. His mouth dampened the satin shielding my breast as he slipped the thin straps over my shoulder and popped one out after the other. Then his hot mouth found my flesh, and I'd been taken on a trip to a sexy utopia. My neck craned backward, and I bit my lip, moaning as he licked and sucked me into oblivion.

There's no time to second guess whether what we're doing is wrong when he slips his hand beneath the waist of my shorts and down to my center, finger fucking me until my arms are splayed out against the wall, and I'm sobbing my release. It's still not enough as I watch him lick me off his fingers and almost rip the shorts right off my body. My arousal is thick in the air, making us both heady. With his lips on mine, he unfastens his jeans, and the warmth of his thickness presses up between my thighs.

"Yes," I cried before he could even ask the question. Taking a peek, I found him long and hard. His dick was a shade darker than his lighter shade of dark caramel.

He grunted, lifting my legs off the ground and wrapping them around him. He spread me open again with his fingers before pushing into me, and I gasped. He's girthier than I've had before, and the sweet pain of the stretch was intoxicating.

"Oh fuck, Ryan," I panted, gazing in his eyes with wonder. He smiled, pounding me until his smile faded to tension.

"Fuck, Lily," he muttered, kissing me and drinking me in. It's happening. It's fucking happening, and his large hands are at home on my ass, kneading me into stupefaction.

We moaned each other's names back and forth. My head wobbled on my neck, falling into the crook of his. That scent of him filled me up, heating my blood, and my lips latched onto him, tasting his sweetness.

"Shit. Lily." He buckled, pressing me deeper into the wall. "You are so fucking incredible," he murmured.

I liked being the cause of the goosebumps bubbling across his skin, and I stuck my tongue in his ear. He gripped my hair in response, and I cried out from the rumbling climax rocking through my body. I thought he'd follow after me soon, and that would be the end of our romp. But he swore, pulling me off the wall, and lowered me onto the hardwood floor. Turning me over on my belly, he positioned my ass into the air and ate my pussy until I'd become a shivering mess. He didn't stop there, licking the juices from my pussy to my ass, sticking his tongue in and introducing me to a new kind of warmth.

The flow of my body was out of my control; I rotated my ass against his face, riding that tongue as he proceeded to insert two fingers between my wet folds and into my tender hole to finger fuck me while eating my ass. I came again, my belly twisting and turning, my hips undulating against him, my breath leaving my body. He bit and kissed the round of one cheek, slapping the other. I cried out, forgetting where I was.

"You have such a beautiful ass, Lily." He ran his hands over it in appreciation, licking up the center of my spine and back between my ass cheeks.

I trembled from the rush of the temperature battle happening beneath my skin. "I want you, Ryan." I sobbed from pleasure-induced mania.

He didn't say another word or spare a second, thrusting into me and obliging my request. I was losing myself in him when he leaned over me while fucking. He whispered in my ear, "How do you feel about a finger in your ass?" He kissed my neck.

If it was anything like that tongue, I was down. I nodded, and he growled, his primal urges untamed. He slowed his thrusts, and the warmth of the spit coating his fingers moved along my ass. One went in, and I gasped, my belly clamped up, and I tightened around him.

"Relax, Lils," he breathed, holding his finger still as he picked up the pace of his hips.

My belly cramped from the compounding pressure, and I groaned against the fullness of him in my ass and pussy. When I moaned, he moved his finger too, and the combined strokes attempted to drive me insane. He leaned over me to kiss my back, fucking both holes with prowess before surprising me with another finger.

"Uhn!" I gasped, the stretch tight, but the adjustment was easy as the walls of my vagina constricted around the thickness of him. "Ryan, fuck. You feel so good." I cried, and he lost control.

He had one hand in my hair, tightening against my scalp as he pushed the side of my face into the ground. The other hand fucked my ass, and his dick pounded my pussy. I was fucking floating on a cloud. Together, our moans rose and bounced against the walls. We came together, and he pulled out of me just in time to spill his hot seed over my ass. I flopped on my belly, failing to grip the wood with my fingers. My body was damp with sweat, I could barely catch my breath, and my eyes were open with disbelief.

"Do you regret it?" His voice came from beside me, and I turned to face him, looking up at him resting on his elbow. There was sweat dripping off his body, accentuating the dips of his muscles. He was panting, and his gray eyes glistened in the fluorescent light.

His brows were pulled together in concern, and I confessed, "No."

The truth was I'd do this over and over with him. A million times. But that hadn't meant that I wasn't still head over heels in love with Eric, it didn't mean that the thought of Eric didn't set my whole being on fire, that I didn't get a buzz at the sound of his name, or his laugh, or the touch of his hand, that I didn't want to fuck the bones of him, make love with him in our own special way, wake up next to him. But what did that mean for Ryan and me? I didn't want to lose either of them.

Ryan wiped his essence off my ass with his T-shirt and scooted closer to me. "So, are we going to sleep here on the floor, or are you going to kick me out?" He wrapped his arm around me, stroking my back.

Smiling against the tingles of his touch, I stroked his face. "Neither. We're going to my bedroom."

"Hmmm. I like the sound of that." He leaned down to kiss my lips, his hand finding my ass. He gripped it and whispered against my lips. "I can't wait till I get to fuck your ass. Not tonight. But one day."

My belly clenched and released. My heart missed a beat. Just like that, warmth settled between my legs again, and my mouth fell open. He grinned.

But a lump formed in my throat. "I won't leave Eric," I told him.

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