Page 217 of Out of Bounds

“Goddamn, you’re wet,” he hissed out. “You’re fucking soaked.”

I bent forward to take his cock deeper but Ryan stopped me. Slowly, he drew me away from his cock and I panted above it, hopelessly turned on. I would’ve been dripping on the floor if I didn’t have the jeans on.

Excitement buzzed through me. I wanted to suck his dick again. Leaning forward, I bent to take him in my mouth but Ryan’s grip on my hair stopped me.

"Stand up," he told me, his voice firm.

Stand up?

"What?" I gulped in air, gazing up at his outline in the darkness. "Ryan?"

"Stand up."

His words layered over my skin, eliciting a shiver, but I still had no idea what he wanted. I was in the middle of giving him aclass-act blowjob, why did he want me to stand up? Shaky on my feet, I pushed up when he released my hair, and Ryan helped me while he stepped to the side, walking around.

He brushed against me and I glanced back. Without the light, I couldn’t see, but all my other senses were heightened. Just having him, that close…

"Get down on your knees."

I wanted to ask what he wanted but that voice, low and grating, with a deep timber, wouldn’t let me question direct orders. I sank back down to my knees again, in front of the empty couch, and Ryan’s footsteps were behind me. He got to his knees too.

I turned back. "Ryan?"

His lips found my neck and I moaned, caught off guard.

Fuck.

It was so dark, I couldn’t even sense where hewas.Every time he touched me, I wasn’t expecting it. It was hard to predict what was happening and he kept sweeping me off my feet, coming from another angle. His lips left my throat and he shifted forward, pushing me towards the couch.

His hard cock slipped between my thighs and I jerked forward.

I panted. "Ryan, I’m—I’m supposed to be blowing you—"

He didn’t say anything. He gathered me up in his arms, and leaned against me, forcing me further down over the couch while his cock hung between my thighs, throbbing with need. My heart pounded in my ears. Every time his cock pulsed against me, I trembled in his arms and he tightened his grip.

"A blowjob’s not going to work,” he muttered before kissing my ear. I shuddered and he grazed his teeth over the lobe, locking me to him. “How am I supposed to stay still when you’re dripping wet for me?"

The head of his cock brushed against my sex and I whined, breaking away from him to dig my fingers into the couch cushions. His hands slipped over mine, locking me down as he eased his cock in.

“Oh,fuck,” I moaned.

Ryan rocked against me, pushing into me with a dozen curses under his breath. His fingers bore down on mine, holding me tight against the couch cushions while he fucked me. The darkness, the sounds of him losing control, and justhim,Ryan, sent me over the edge.

"This—this is supposed to—to be about you," I cried out, trying desperately to keep quiet. When he hit it like that from the back, I was a goner. I knew it.

"You think this is for you?" he growled.

I glanced to the right, shocked, and Ryan’s lips found my throat to the left, kissing me hard. I buckled below him but Ryan just leaned down further, taking up my body with his, keeping me on my knees for him.

"I—I—" I couldn’t talk, the angle was too good.

"I love shoving my cock down your throat," Ryan groaned, biting my ear. "But nothing competes with this pussy. And if I know you’re dripping for me, I need to fuck you, art girl. You don’t know what your pussy does to me."

That overwhelmed me more than anything else.

"No, baby," Ryan told me, his voice low. "Don’t come yet."

Fuck, he could feel it. I could barely keep on my knees anymore with him pressed right behind me, fucking me deep. He wasn’t even in all the way yet, still easing in, but I’d been thinking about him at the design department and at dinner and at the arcade and just daydreaming about him coming back to bed when he slipped in beside me.

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