Page 2 of Not Another Yesterday
I reach for him, circling my thumb over his tip, and watch the way his eyes flutter closed, how his breath deepens. That tiny sound he makes—desperate—tells me he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Whatever restraint he had vanishes. He climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs, which fall open with instinctive ease, welcoming him in.
There’s nothing I want more than to feel the weight of him pressing me into this mattress, to be claimed by his hands and cock like his mouth is already doing.
I reach between us, wrap my hand around him—thick, long, hard—and stroke. His hips jerk into my fist as I pay extra attention to the sensitive ridge just below his tip.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice raw. “I’m going to be late.”
“We can be quick,” I whimper. “I just need to feel you for a moment.”
He shakes his head, his hooded bright green eyes locked on my lips. “You know I like to take my time with you. I want you dripping for me.”
“I’m dripping now, Ran,” I hiss, too needy for my own good.
I gasp when his hand delves into my shorts, sweeping along my aching flesh—from my entrance to my clit—in one smooth, devastating pass.
“Good start,” he murmurs darkly. “But I can do better.”
Ronan strips me bare in seconds—tank top first, then my pajama shorts—before descending between my thighs, ready to feast. And then it’s all tongue and teeth, his mouth a whirlwind of sensation as he licks, laves, and sucks on my throbbing flesh. Pleasure builds, slow and thick in my core, my hands buried in his damp hair as I try to anchor myself against the flood he’s unleashing.
“More,” I beg, barely able to breathe as he circles my swollen clit with soft, maddening swirls, winding me tighter and tighter. I need pressure. Friction. Release. But he denies me. “Please.”
His hand joins his mouth, teasing my entrance, probing. I arch into his caress, my body begging to be filled.
“Tell me when you come, baby,” he rasps. “I want to hear it. I want my name dripping off your lips like you’re dripping off mine.” Ronan sinks a finger inside me, then works in a second.
God, yes.My muscles tighten, clenchingaround him.
He curls his fingers just right, stroking my inner walls in a way that makes me ache for release. His tongue circles my clit again, and again. Then he sucks, hard enough to make me cry out. My body seizes, the coil snapping as pleasure explodes outward in a blinding rush. I arch my back, hips bucking, his name breaking from my lips in a desperate, breathless moan.
“There she is,” Ronan growls, his voice laced with pride, his breath hot against my pulsing skin as waves of undiluted pleasure radiate through me. I bite my lip to muffle another cry, fully aware that Shane and Tori are just across the hall.
The shock waves haven’t yet subsided, but already I’m tugging at his shoulders. “Now give me you.”
He looks up and licks my arousal from his lips like this is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. The hunger in his eyes, the almost feral craving carved into every line of his beautiful face… I might come again just from that look.
He climbs up my body, pinning me to the mattress with enough of his weight supported by his forearms that I’m exquisitely trapped beneath his tall, solid frame without getting smothered. I feel safe. Caught. Owned.
I feel his tip at my entrance, his eyes on mine, watching me intently as he slowly pushes inside me. I know he loves that feeling just as much as I do—that first thrust, that intoxicating rush of oxytocin, dopamine, and endorphins, that tight stretch and the resistance of my body as it works to accommodate his size.
“So fucking perfect,” Ronan moans, eyes falling shut as he rocks forward, then pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back in.
And again. And again.
Each thrust is more addictive than the last. He’s a drug and I’m hopelessly hooked, high on the way he moves, the way he feels, the way he worships every inch of me with his body.
Already, heat pools low in my core again, building fast and fierce. His rhythm is relentless—deep,purposeful, devastating.
“Ran,” I cry, hips rising to meet his, my fingers digging into his skin, desperate for more. For everything.
“God, baby,” he groans when I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I love you, Ran,” I whimper, voice ragged as I cling to him, pleasure crashing through me again like a tidal wave. I moan loudly, back bowing, nails raking his back as another orgasm rips through me, stealing every coherent thought.
His lips crush to mine, silencing me, swallowing my moans, tasting every gasp, every cry, as he drives me through the climax and into the next.
“My turn,” he pants, breaking the kiss just long enough to warn me.
