Page 62 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
After what feels like forever, I slump against him, completely spent. He takes his fingers out my pussy and smells them, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment. Then he licks themclean as methodically as a cat grooming itself, taking his time and smacking his lips. I watch breathlessly, wondering if he would do the same thing to my pussy, which tingles at the sight.
“Good?” I ask.
Ryan shakes his head. “No. Fucking delicious. I thought you would taste good, but I wasn’t prepared for you to taste like heaven.”
His words take me aback, making me blush fiercely. “Really?” I ask, my voice coming out as a small squeak.
“Really,” he confirms, his dark eyes blazing into mine. “You’re amazing, Chirp.”
As he leans in for another kiss, he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body close. His heart pounds against mine as if catching the rhythm of my own racing pulse. He kisses me gently on the forehead, then on the nose, then finally on the lips. Slow, languid kisses that make me melt into him.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice tender.
I manage a nod, still too overwhelmed to form coherent words. His thumb brushes gently against my cheek, his eyes soft with concern.
“That was… wow.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. “Wow is right.” He strokes my hair gently, his fingers tangling in the soft strands.
I let out a content sigh, leaning into his touch. “I’ve never… I mean, that was my first time,” I admit, a little embarrassed. “I’ve… uh… touched myself. Made myself come. But I’ve never… um… done anything with another person involved.”
His gaze softens as he looks at me, his thumb brushing gently over my lower lip. “I’m glad I could be of service.”
I turn my head and bite his thumb gently, then run my tongue over the place I just bit, soothing the sting. He watches intently, sucking his lower lip into his mouth.
“What can I do to be of service to you?” I ask. I rock my hips against his, reassuring myself that he’s still hard. His cock lies rigid between the press of our bodies.
Ryan slowly shakes his head. “Nothing, sweetheart. Even if this were the time and place. Which I assure you, it is not. I wouldn’t expect anything in exchange for making you come. You needed a release. I provided that.”
I wrinkle my nose. “What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I just said. Getting you off is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to dream about feeling you come on my fingers. But that’s as far as this can go.” He frowns and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “If you were a stranger, it would be different. But you’re not. You’re my friend?—”
I cut him off mid-sentence. “If you start to say that I’m Jay’s little sister, I will throttle you.”
He chuckles at my threat, the sound vibrating through his chest and sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. His touch sends warmth flooding through me. I find myself craving more of him.
“Such a little tiger. Let’s just say there are rules in place, social rules, that mean I shouldn’t even touch you. I’m already breaking rules just being here. We can’t push any further or go any deeper.”
I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my gaze at him. “As you pointed out, you’ve already broken those rules. So why stop now?”
His eyes flicker with an unreadable emotion before he meets my gaze. “I broke them because you needed me to. But there are lines I won’t cross.”
I go cold. “What a dumb thing to say.”
Ryan starts to stroke my hair, but I bat his hand away. He grabs my hips and holds me against him when I try to move away.
“Don’t.” His eyes bore into mine. “Don’t ruin it.”
“It’s too late for that.” I shove at his chest. “You’re an arrogant bastard, you know that? Now let me the fuck go.”
For one second, Ryan’s grip increases. I suck in a breath, thinking that he isn’t going to free me. But then his hands fall away.
“Whatever you want, Chirp.” His words sound hollow. “I’m just here to serve.”
I snatch up my shorts and stuff my legs into them, then find my tank top and hoodie. I’m feeling embarrassed, yes, but also irrationally angry. How dare he act like he’s the one in control, the one making all the decisions? How dare he just dismiss me like that?
“You kissed me. You touched me. I saw the look in your eyes as you took my panties off. If you think you’re not as guilty as I am, you’re crazy.”
