Page 83 of Christmas with Brother's Best Friends
“You’re leaving?” Mom asks me with a frown.
“I’m sorry. Thank you for dinner. I love you,” I reel out the words as I give them all quick hugs. Before I can crumble and blurt outthe truth, I hurry out of the house and into my car, feeling pent up with guilt and anxiety.
Being by myself with all of this tension doesn’t seem like the best idea, so I drive to Ryan’s place since he’s the closest. I feel a little bad showing up on his doorstep unannounced, but he would be more upset if I went home by myself.
I knock on the front door of his apartment and wait a few seconds before he shows up in the doorway with a concerned expression on his face.
“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” he questions me as he closes the distance between us to check on me.
His passionate kindness is one of the things that I need the most right now, but I also want something else. Something to take away all of this pent up tension.
I surge upward, crashing my lips against his as I lift up on my toes.
Ryan grabs my arms and pulls back from the kiss, looking stunned. “What’s happening right now? Are you okay?”
I run my fingers through his hair as I step closer to him, coaxing him back into his apartment. I should talk about dinner. About how guilty I feel. About the lie pressing down on my chest like a brick. But I don’t want to talk. I want to forget. “I need some stress relief. Can you help me with that?”
“What’s stressing you out?” Ryan asks me.
I give him a pointed look as I shut the door behind me with my foot. I’m not in the talking mood just yet.
Luckily, Ryan realizes that and cups my face. “We’ll talk about it later. I’ll take your mind off it now.”
“Yes, please,” I whisper before letting him pull me into a deep kiss.
Ryan pushes me up against the door, our passionate noises filling his foyer. He slides his hand up my shirt and squeezes my breast through my bra, desperate to feel me as I yearn to feel him.
I can already feel him start to harden through his sweatpants, my core warming and fluttering with desire. I lower my hand to brush my fingers along the hardening bulge, making him breathe in sharply.
“So needy. I fucking love it,” Ryan murmurs before pushing my shirt up above my bra. He pulls the cups down, freeing my breasts so that he can tease my nipples with his lips and tongue.
I squeeze my thighs together as blissful heat blooms between them. “I can’t wait. I need you.”
Ryan flicks his tongue across one of my nipples as he slips his hand down the front of my pants. He slides his fingers under my panties and slowly strokes my clit, making me even wetter.
“Be patient,” he whispers to me before sinking a finger inside of me and thrusting it in and out.
I gasp and spread my legs to give him more room, enjoying every motion, especially when he adds another finger. When I’m writhing on his hand, he finally takes mercy on me and pulls his erection free. I ache at the sight of it.
Ryan grabs me and picks me up, carrying me over to the nearby kitchen island to set me on top of it. He pulls my ass to the very edge and lines up the head of his cock with my entrance before driving himself inside.
I throw my head back with a pleased gasp, my hands reaching out behind me to support myself on the island as he starts rocking in and out of me. “More, please!”
Ryan snakes his arm around me and pulls me even closer to him as he slams home, setting a hard, deep pace that makes moans spill out of my mouth. “Like that? Hard enough for you, baby?”
I nod fervently, letting him take control and strip my worries away with each thrust. All I can focus on is the pleasure as it ramps up, heat pooling low in my stomach.
Ryan squeezes his eyes shut, controlling himself as my walls grip him. “You feel amazing. So fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg him as he continues pounding into me, hitting the right angle to shuttle me quickly to bursting. It’s brimming right on the horizon.
Ryan grips the back of my neck with his free hand and drags me into a heated kiss, our tongues brushing. He groans and snaps his hips harder, dirty sounds filling his kitchen. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”
I nod again, my stomach tightening and twisting as the bliss starts to overtake me. “Yes! Ryan!”
Ryan doesn’t stop when I fall apart. Even when he topples over the edge and spills inside of me, he continues thrusting into me, drawing out our pleasure for a few more intense seconds until we can barely catch our breaths.
“Holy fuck,” Ryan breathes out as he holds me against him.
