Page 127 of Out of Bounds

“Ryan—” His name stumbled out and I loosened my grip on his curls. I couldn’t hold on to his anymore. “R—Ryan.”

A low groan emitted from his throat and the vibrations left me reeling. Goddamn, he could eat pussy. Like his last meal, like he’d been hoping and praying for it.

Ryan rolled his tongue over my clit and my hips buckled. I watched, shocked, and Ryan’s eyes flickered up to me while he sucked on my clit.

"Holy—holy fuck—" I breathed out. "I’m going to come."

The peak was so close, I could taste it, and none of the gasps could be bitten back. I couldn’t hold on to any of them. They were gone as soon as they arrived.

Ryan didn’t stop, he kept up the pace, languishing in the moment, tasting me.

I gripped the cushions and my thighs knocked against him but Ryan didn’t budge, he was too busy enjoying himself, fucking me with his tongue, staking his claim.

My stomach clenched and the wave crashed over me.

"Ryan—" I cried out.

I was shoved off a cliff, spiraling to the bottom.

"RYAN!" My fingers fisted his hair but if he felt any pain, he didn’t show it. I was too far to stop clenching him and I tipped over the edge, shaking on the couch as the orgasm rolled along with me.

Holy fuck.

My senses came back, back to the man who kept kissing my pussy.

"I—I finished," I whimpered.

The sensitivity was overwhelming. I wasdone. Icame. And finally, achingly finally, he drew away from me and I could see all the evidence of my orgasm on his chin.

I’d never, ever wanted to kiss a man more.

Or blow him.

With shaky movements, I pushed up from the couch and grabbed him by the shirt collar, yanking me back to me as much as he tossed me around like a ragdoll.

"How the fuck did you do that?" I barely managed to whisper.

Because this wasn’t normal pussy-eating. Ryan had the kind of moves where I knew without a doubt that I could go crazy over it. The kind of pussy-eating that I’d send double texts over and buy him lunch on the regular. The kind where I’d legitimately fight someone if they wanted a piece of it.

"I’ve been daydreaming about you sitting on my face for a while." He grinned.

Oh, I’m going to make you come.

I reached down to his pants instantly and my mind whirled. How could I compete with whathedid?

Ryan wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged me back. The pinpricks on my scalp combined with the out-of-body feeling I was swimming through knocked me down again. It felt too good. I gazed up at him, stunned, while Ryan tightened his hold on my hair.

"What are you doing?" he murmured.

The timber of his voice vibrated across my skin and I couldn’t help the little sound that came out of me.

"Art girl?" he repeated. "What are you doing?"

"I—I—" I wet my lips and I could see his eyes flicker down to my tongue. "You just—um—ate me out and I—um—"

"If you want to suck my cock, you’ll have to ask for it."

My eyes shot wide and Ryan shifted forward, taking up more of the space between us, gazing down at me with a self-satisfiedsmile. I never thought he’d talk like that but of course he was. Ryan was direct. Ryan demanded things. He didn’t care about euphemisms.

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