Page 126 of Out of Bounds

Ryan’s fingers wrapped against my waist and he pushed me down to his lap, rubbing me against—was that hiscock?

Throbbing underneath me.

"There’s no way it’s that big," I whimpered. "What the fuck?"

"I’ll get you ready for it." His fingers went to the zipper at the back of my dress and with quick movements, he stripped my dress down to my waist and his eyes darkened the moment he spotted the bra. And finally, while he wasn’t making my headspin in circles, I reached down to put my hand on his dick through his jeans.

His hand caught mine halfway there and he held it up. "What are you doing?"

I flushed. "I’m the only one getting undressed."

"There’s a reason for that, art girl." With a snap, he unclasped my bra and my breasts spilled free. He groaned. "Fuck, I love your tits."

I gaped at him, shocked. Ryan never talked like that—when did he talk like that? A heavy blush crossed my skin as he kissed down my collarbone, taking my breasts in his hands. I was losing the clear head again, it felt too good when he touched me.

"What reason?" I demanded, like I wasn’t out of breath and digging my fingers into the meat of his shoulder.

Ryan gave long-lasting kisses towards my breasts, sucking gently on the skin. He breathed out in appreciation. And while he was going slow and steady, I was losing my mind, rubbing up against him, trying to get that friction I wanted, so desperate for him.

What I needed was my brain power back. Ryan was unspooling me, raising the tension to impossible levels. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t put one move in front of the other if my life depended on it.

"You’re not ready for my cock yet," Ryan told me and took one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. I buckled above him, not even coherent enough to be irritated.

I needed to hold on to the irritation. Demand him to see reason. But that was so hard with him licking the underside of my nipple, pulling at it with his teeth.

"I’m—I’m ready," I panted.

He released my nipple and kissed between my breasts. "No. You’re not."

"Just do it," I told him, exasperated. "Ineedit."

"And I need your pussy on my mouth."

My lips parted. "What did you just say?"

His teammates slung around locker room talk all the time but I’d never seen Ryan do anything but roll his eyes at it until now. In a flash, he put me back on the couch and ripped off the last part of my dress. Panties too.

I was completely naked and he hadn’t even taken off his socks.

How the fuck did that happen?

Ryan sank to his knees, grabbing my legs and propped them up on his shoulders.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I said you need to come on my tongue." Ryan brought up my legs and kissed my thigh. A dangerously long kiss that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. His fingers dug into my thighs. "You need to come on tongue or I’m going to fucking lose it."

A hard blush crossed my face. "Ryan—"

"Goddamn," he whispered and parted my legs just as easily. Slowly, he ran his fingers across my sex. I cried out. I’d been dripping wet for him before but that was nothing. Seeing Ryan’s eyes darken was everything. He kissed my thigh again. "Now I know what they mean by pretty pussy."

"How thefuckdid you learn how to talk like this?" I managed, shocked.

"You have a pretty pussy. That’s just a fact," he murmured and buried his face between my legs.

I gripped the couch while Ryan ran his tongue along my slit, kissing and prodding me to open up to him, to stop clenching my thighs and tensing up. I couldn’t stop though. I couldn’t pretend like this was a regular Saturday night and Ryan wasn’t breaking down every defense I’d carefully built up.

Ryan groaned, sucking gently on my clit. I was shaking on the couch and he didn’t care. Ryan didn’t care how much I shivered.How much I twitched and shuddered and knotted my fingers through his hair, trying to findsome wayto get back the control and focus that I’d given to Ryan without a moment’s notice.

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