Page 13 of Four Times Forever

"She's gone. That's not what I meant." Lily pulled away and I fell forward on the ground, savoring her essence as she walked away from me. "I don't blame you for sticking up for me. There are better ways you could've done it. I mean, Ryan. What's happened to you?"

Could we not talk about it? Because if she kept asking me what was wrong, I'd be inclined to tell her and I hadn't had enough of her yet to last me a lifetime without her. Her lingering scent in the carpet had me hungry and I looked up at her, skin all flushed, eyes all red and conflicted, and I got to my feet as smoothly as I could manage.

"Shhh." I pressed my finger against my lips and hoped I looked charming as I swaggered over to her. "No more talking." I rested my hand on her flat belly and I could feel her heartbeat there against my fingers as I backed her into the wall. "Or we can multi-task."

She pushed against me and it must have been the alcohol that was making me this feral because I pushed back into her. Her eyes widened.

"Don't be mad at me, wife." I grinned.

She scowled at me, though she was subconsciously stroking my chest. "We're not married yet. And I'm not marrying a drunk—"

I was sure the rest of her words would have scarred me, but I didn't give her the chance to finish.

My lips met hers and she met mine back with fervor before she pulled away, panting. "You should go sober up. You stink of alcohol."

"But I want you now. And you want me too. Stop fighting it." I pressed into her body, ran my fingers against her skin, back underneath that shirt.

"Your drunkenness is unattractive." She glared into my eyes.

"I'll stop drinking." Anything to get her out of these clothes. It wasn't usually this hard; one look, one touch was all it would take. But I fucked up today. I'd been fucking up a lot lately. I was quite enjoying the resistance if I was being honest. But I'd much prefer if her panties dropped the way they used to drop at the sound of my voice.

"Yeah, right. You forget who you're talking to. I know addic..." She was saying when I kissed her again.

"Ryan..." She protested.

"I know you're wet." I brushed my lips across her neck. She shivered. "I haven't forgotten who I'm talking to. I know you're always wet when you're around us. I can smell it."

She gasped.

The horror left her eyes when I pressed my hands between her legs and rubbed against the soft crotch of her thin, tight biker shorts. Lily moaned, and my knees buckled.

"It's been a while since I've had you all to myself." My hand left the barrier of her crotch in a flash and started dipping beneath the waist of the stretchy material. "I've missed you."

"Ryan..." She came undone once my fingers slipped through her slickness and over her clit. Just as I had predicted, she was soaked.

Damn, I needed more.

Her eyes popped open when I pulled my hand away. I smiled at that. "I thought you didn't want me to," I teased, going to my knees and staring up into those hazel eyes with the gold ring around them that reflected the light in the room.

"Oh, shut up and fuck me," she panted, touching the tip of her tongue against her top lip as I started pulling the biker shorts off her hips.

Between her eyes, her slender hips pressing into me, and that perfect waist swaying as she fought her balance, I found it hard to breathe. "Fuck, you're beautiful." I pulled my eyes away from hers long enough to press a kiss along the curve of her hip. My cock was so damn hard, I couldn't stand it. There her pretty pussy was, staring at me, so close to my mouth, and I closed the distance, burying my face against her, tonguing her clit and savoring her taste.

A long, whiny moan flowed out of her, and it was so fucking sexy, I was encouraged to spread her lips and suck on her, lick deeper, fill my tongue with all of her. Her hand massaged my head; I didn't have much hair for her to grab, but she was trying her damnedest because she was falling apart. That made me happy, her moans coming out in rhythmic bursts made me wicked, and I took more and more of her until she was crashing around me.

She pressed her hips deeper against my face while forcing my head against her. She lost control of her rhythm and started pounding my mouth as if her clit was her version of a dick, fucking my mouth. Damn it, I grabbed hold of her and sucked on the erect flesh until she lost her balance and toppled over my head.

Pulling my head away from her, I bit back a grin because I wasn't sure I was in the laughing mood. My balls were so fat and hard, they hurt.

"Damn you," she groaned as I came to my feet.

"Don't you mean, fuck you?" I smiled before meeting her lips with mine, picking her up off the ground and taking her over to my king-sized bed. I pulled down my sweats on the way over; my cock was suffocating under there.

It pressed up against her entrance, and she nodded. "Yes. Fuck me."

"Not yet. I could get drunk off you all day." I licked her lips and kissed them, laying her on the bed and climbing over her.

"Ryan..." She didn't approve. Wrong wording.

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