Page 25 of Get Even

God, I loved it when guys used big words. I wasn’t sure Aaron even knew how to spellrectify.

I let Ryan take my hand and tug me through the hallway and up the stairs. Their place wasn’t as nice as my apartment but it was surprisingly well-maintained. The walls were beige and the gray carpet looked a little worn, but generally they kept it pretty clean. I’d heard that Cody was a bit of a neat freak, so maybe that was the reason it didn’t look as bad as the frat house –there hadn’t even been any dishes in the sink (something Liv was constantly on at me about).

“Why do you live here again?” I asked as we neared the top of the staircase. It had been bothering me for a while – there was clearly no love lost between Ryan and Aaron, so why had he opted to live with him?

“Someone needed to keep an eye on my co-captain.”

“And it had to be you?”

“If not me, then who?”

I fell silent, thinking that over, and only spoke up when we strode past Ryan’s door. “Wait, where are we going?” I knew exactly whose room was whose, having spent time in Aaron’s and Brad’s, and Cody had walked out of the room in the center of the hall to come to Brad’s room when I’d launched my plan of seduction a couple of weeks ago. So Ryan’s room had to have been the one we’d just walked past. “Aren’t we going to your room?”

“No.”

I looked at him in confusion, where were we going then? The bathroom? I mean, I liked shower sex just fine but god knew what state their bathroom was in and I’d spent longer than I cared to admit on my hair and make-up today.

We walked past the L-shaped corner that led to the bathroom and instead stopped outside of Aaron’s room opposite.

“Ry–”

He opened the door and I closed my mouth, wracking my brain to remember Aaron’s schedule. I was pretty sure he was in class on Tuesday afternoons until at least four. I followed Ryan in cautiously and felt a little weird standing in Aaron’s bedroom without him there.

“You know what will really piss him off?”

Aaron’s room looked pretty much the same as it always had: a pile of clothes on his desk chair, laptop thrown on his bed, football gear in a heap on the floor by the window. The air smelled faintly of beer and aftershave and I smirked when I looked about and saw the shirt Aaron had been wearing last night thrown on the floor, stiff with dried beer.

Ryan closed the door behind me and tugged me to him, walking me backwards until my back was against the door.

“Ry, why are we in here?”

“I told you,” he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to my neck. I gasped as he followed it with another, open-mouthed kiss, tongue gently stroking the skin there as his hand slid over my waist and down over my ass. “I’m going to make you scream.”

“Here?” I said breathlessly as his hands ghosted their way under my shirt and the warmth of his hands made my nipples tighten as he squeezed my breasts.

“Unless you have a problem with that?” he said, pulling back and looking into my eyes. My breathing felt uneven as I considered him before looping my hands around his neck and pressing my lips to his. We kissed in a frenzy, Ry’s mouth claiming mine, branding me with his heat and want and I responded just as eagerly. “We’ve got a bit of time before Aaron gets home, so I’m going to taste you right here and you’re going to watch. Don’t you dare look away.” His body pressed against mine and I gasped as his erection nudged me, Ry laughed darkly, “Look at what you do to me.”

He stepped back and slid the hem of my shirt up and over my head, swearing softly as he took in the red sheer cups and my skin pebbled at the loss of his warmth. He moved close again and pressed his mouth to my chest, kissing down to my breasts before reaching behind me and deftly unhooking my bra with one hand. “Love this,” he said as he vigorously threw it down, “but I need you bare for me.”

His words left me aching and my head fell back against the door as his mouth found one hard nipple, licking and then sucking hard while his hand massaged the other. He bit down lightly and I gasped, arching my spine, wanting more, needing more.

“Now these,” Ry said as his hand felt the button on my jeans, “are going to be a little more tricky. Wish you’d worn a skirt.”

“My ass looks better in these,” I said breathlessly as his mouth found my skin again.

“Disagree,” he mumbled, tongue curling around the other nipple and leaving me wanting when he pulled away, “your ass looks good in everything.” He slapped it lightly and the small sting made me laugh as Ryan kissed the sound away.

He got my jeans to my calves and I huffed in frustration, trying to maneuver my legs a little more open. Ry’s eyes lit on the matching sheer red panties and he wet his lips as he grabbed the fabric covering my pussy and shoved it to one side. “Matching,” he said hoarsely before giving me a cocky grin, “good to know where your head was at when you were getting dressed this morning.”

I chuckled and tugged him closer by his waistband, pulling him into a dirty kiss that left us panting into each other’s mouths. Ryan’s hand slid up my thigh, stroking those maddening circles into my skin until I was almost going out of my skin with need.Just a little higher…I writhed against him and he grinned.

“Need something, Jamie?”

I grabbed his hand and moved it where I wanted and his eyes slipped closed as he felt how wet I was for him. Two fingers slid over my clit, rolling it between them and I let out a noise I might have been embarrassed about if it hadn’t felt so good. Ry knew what he was doing, that was for sure. He let me writhe for him a moment more before sinking one of his large fingers inside me and I panted as he held it there without moving while he lowered his head back to my breasts. Ryan pulled the finger out and stroked lightly at my folds while he licked my nipple, torturing me slowly as he skirted around my entrance.

“Ryan–” I cut myself off as he sank back into me and instead tried to work myself against his hand.

“No, that’s not going to do it,” he whispered into my ear, biting the lobe lightly and then thrusting two fingers inside me instead, rocking his hand back and forth in a slow motion that had me begging for more. “No?” he said, amused as I tried desperately to fuck myself on his fingers. “How about this?” Ry pulled the fingers out and sucked on the first and then the other. “So sweet,” he murmured as he moved to the floor in front of me. This wasn’t something Aaron had ever wanted to do to me, in fact, it had mostly always been abouthim. Ryan looked only too eager, his eyes fixed on the bare wetness in front of him as he bit his lip. “Is this okay?”

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