Page 159 of Out of Bounds

Ryan reached down and grabbed my jaw, tilting me back up to look at him through the mirror.

"You’re close," he breathed out.

How the fuck did heknow?

I stared at him in shock and he gazed back, smug, in the mirror. He thrust faster, holding on to me. "I can feel it, art girl." His voice dropped low. "Fuck, I can feel it. And what a prettypussy, I could watch you all day." His fingers quickened against my clit and he knelt down to my ear. "What’re we doing when we get back to your place?"

I had no answer. I had no ability to reply with anything that wasn’t a moan.

"I’m going to feel you squeeze me like this again when I fuck you in your dorm," he promised, pushing inside of me. "You need to let everybody know who this pussy belongs to."

My muscles stiffened and took away all of my senses, heightening them tenfold, while Ryan fucked me faster, finally easing his cock fully inside of me.

"Fuck, that’s it," he hissed.

The only thing that kept everyone from running into the locker room was Ryan’s hand on my mouth. I shouted out, gripping the bar with white knuckles, as the orgasm slammed into me, just like Ryan did. His cock jerked inside of me, finally finished, but that didn’t do anything but bring my orgasm up higher. Feeling him twitch inside of me was two steps away from making me pass out.

“Kassie,” he breathed out.

It took long seconds to come down. Long, tense seconds of my muscles uncoiling, trying to feel human again. We both breathed heavily when we finished and I stared at the mirror, trying to get back to reality.

Ryan took slow, even breaths and dipped down to kiss my hair. Gently, he eased out of me.

Fuck.

I had to steady my breathing, to get back to it, because we had a whole football team right outside that was probably just starting to wonder where we’d head off to. My eyes flickered to Ryan in the mirror as he stepped back to remove the condom.

Wait. What the fuck?

My eyes shot wide as Ryan cursed under his breath, peeling off the condom. First of all, I had no idea how he putthatinside of me. If I’d seen it, I would’ve asked for a permit first, but the second thing was far more important. His come readily dripped out from the condom and down to the tile.

I blinked. Stunned.

The head of his cock dripped down too.

"This isn’t how our first time was supposed to go." He chuckled, tossing the used condom in the trash. "I was planning on candles and chocolates and—"

"Ryan, what the fuck?" I managed, hoarse.

"What?" He glanced down. "Oh, yeah. This has never happened before."

"That is…so much come." I turned back to the mirror. "What the fuck? You cameallof that?"

"Never happened before."

I stole another look at his cock, still dripping with come to the tile, and looked away just as quickly. God, I wanted to lick my lips just watching him. I’d never wanted to suck someone off more. But—but—my brain was finally coming back online and I recognized danger when I spotted it.

"I’m getting on the pill too," I muttered. "My IUD is not going to cut it."

Ryan threw me a boyish grin. "Yeah?"

"Stop smirking. Fuck, that is—I’ve never seen someone come like that." I shivered. "Whatever birth control they’ll give me, I’ll take it." I took my first real steps away from the bar and winced, all my muscles aching.

God, I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

"It looks like you’re limping, art girl."

I flipped him off. "Do the gentleman thing. Help me out."

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