Page 158 of Out of Bounds

Oh my god. We’re doing this.

He shoved his pants down and his hard cock prodded the inside of my thighs. So fuckingbig. I jerked in front of him and his eyes met mine in the mirror before he wrapped a hand around my throat. He fastened me to him. I couldn’t move an inch. The only thing I could do was stare, wide-eyed in the mirror as Ryan pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and his face cleared of any responsibility, any attempt at the calm and collected Ryan I knew.

He gazed at me through his mirror, a rough look in his eyes, before he pushed into me, an overwhelming force that left me reeling.

"Oh, god—" I cried out and his hand left my throat to clap against my mouth, cutting off the words.

We weren’t in my dorm, we weren’t in his dorm, we were in the fucking showers, connected to the locker room. The field was a three minute walk away with football players and everyone who worked for them, right outside.

"Quiet, art girl," he whispered in my ear. "We can’t bring anyone else in."

I couldn’t focus on anythingbuthim in the mirror. Him, rocking against me, pushing his cock further in, the look of bliss on his face as he thrust into me. He was so big I could barely handle it but Ryan guided his cock inside of me, letting me adjust to his length. My hands shook on the bars.

I could come just from watching him.

He reached up with his other hand and licked two of his fingers for a moment. I stared at him, breathless, unable to do anything but whimper and moan before he placed his hand between my legs.

The sudden contact sent me reeling and I jerked back in his arms while he rubbed my clit in slow circles.

Me, shaking, didn’t matter to Ryan. He effortlessly kept me locked against him and cursed under his breath over me, thrusting into me from the back. This was better than porn. Better than anything I’d experienced.

"Halfway there," he told me, looking into the mirror too.

Halfway?!

"What?" I panted but my word was muffled from his hand.

I couldn’t believe it. There was no fucking way he was only halfway inside of me but with every inch he pressed forward, I almost toppled over the bar, held up only byhim.

"Open your legs, pretty girl," he whispered in my ear and I leaned my head back against his chest.

“I—I—”

“Do you need help?”

That fucking voice, that self-satisifed, cocky voice would’ve driven me insane at the beginning of the semester but now it just drove me wild. Because he wasn’t being arrogant for no reason. He deserved it.

I nodded, unable to do anything besides nod.

“Use your words, art girl.”

Fuck, I’m going to come.

His hand was still around my mouth but I met his eyes in the mirror, nodding frantically.

“Please,” I groaned into his hand. “Please, Ryan.”

I could only do so much without falling down but Ryan easily took the reins. His hand left my pussy to wrap around my thigh. The second he positioned me, spreading my legs apart a little farther, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Deeper. Harder. Ryan pushed himself in and pleasure shot up my spine. Another inch eased in and I was incoherent.

"Goddamn. You’re so fucking tight." He cursed under his breath. "If I didn’t have a condom on, I would’ve came inside you already," he muttered, dipping down to tell me while he took up more ofme. "Almost there, baby girl. Almost there."

I stole a shocked look at him in the mirror and jerked forward with the next thrust, hitting all of my pleasure sensors, one after another. I had no idea sex could be like this. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. He tightened his grip on me, thrusting deeper.

"I’m almost inside." With a twisted groan, he kissed the side of my face. "You’re doing so good, art girl. Look at you. Taking my cock."

I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t be in control like he was. He went back to rubbing my clitandpounded me from behind, and all those little sentences wrapped themselves around me and squeezed tight, leaving me in a daze I couldn’t step out of. He was taking hold of me. And my peak was coming faster than I thought possible.

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