Ryan
I had to have her. I had to. It was crude, but then again that’s what I am. Ryan Riggs, the crude bad boy player. You mess with me, you get dirty.
And if you’re Kate, you get everything.
I don’t even remember how we got to my bedroom. Half of my clothes were off by the time we got there, and Kate was pulling her sexy jeans off. I caught her by the waist halfway through the act, tossed her on the bed, and yanked them off myself.
I knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled her toward me. She made an “Oh” sound as she realized what I was doing, and then I pushed her panties aside and put my mouth on her.
She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. I kept going, pausing only long enough to rip her panties down and off of her so I could get full access and kiss her deeper. She tasted insanely good, clean and sweet and perfect, and I knew exactly what she liked. I tongue-kissed her slow and deep, and she went crazy. She grabbed my hair and cursed, but she didn’t stop me.
I was pushing her hard, and she begged me to go harder. I spread her wide, used my fingers, and felt her body tense. Maybe she felt as desperate as I did, but I didn’t think it was possible. Kate wasn’t mine until I made her mine, and this time I was going to get what I wanted.
It didn’t take her long. It never did when I did this to her. She came hard against my mouth, letting go, making noise. It was fucking divine. I cupped her with my fingers and moved my mouth over her belly, its soft perfect skin, the hard bone of her hip. As she went limp and panting, I kissed my way up her gorgeous fucking body, the line of her ribs. She pulled her bra off and threw it away as I moved up to her breasts and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
Kate moaned, and then she put her hands in my hair again. She pulled me up to her mouth and kissed me. I opened her mouth and licked into it and she went molten, sucking on my tongue. She pushed me over and wrapped her legs around me and the next thing I knew I was sitting on the edge of the bed, hard as iron, my shirt off and my jeans and boxer briefs shoved halfway down my thighs, a glorious, perfectly naked Kate in my lap, wrapped around me.
I cupped her ass, then ran my hands up her bare back. I was fucking nuts for this woman. I buried my face in the side of her neck, feeling her soft red curls brush my skin as I inhaled her and everything went away. My shoulder didn’t hurt. There was just me and Kate and this bedroom and the sky outside the window, graying with cold rain. There was just the feeling of her warm skin under my hands and the knowledge that she wasn’t leaving.
“I love you,” I said against her skin.
She made a sound that was half sigh, half groan. “Don’t say something like that after what you just did. It’s too much.”
“I do,” I said.
“I love you, too.” She squirmed against me, hot and wet against my cock. “We’ll talk more later.”
I laughed softly, but I stopped laughing when she moved again and every nerve ending jumped from my cock all the way up my body. “I’ll get a condom,” I said.
“I’m on the pill,” Kate said.
I pulled back and looked at her. Her hair was mussed, her lips reddened, and there were her big, dark, beautiful eyes, looking right at me with honesty.
“You want to?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said.
Condoms were a rule. I mean—they were a very strict fucking rule. It didn’t matter who she was, what she said, how hot she was, or what mood I was in. Condoms every time, no exceptions.
But this was Kate. I could be bare with Kate. The idea made the blood pound in my head, made my body go hard with want.
At the same time, my heart pounded with fear. Because a mistake, I knew, had far-reaching consequences. Life-altering ones.
“You didn’t ask if I’m clean,” I said to her.
She traced a fingertip along my lower lip, as if she was memorizing me. “Okay,” she said. “Are you clean?”
“Yes.” Of course I was fucking clean.
“So am I.”
I put an arm around her waist, moved her down so she rubbed my bare cock. I watched her eyelids drift close and her jaw go slack. “Oh, my God,” she said.
I lifted my hips and rubbed her, the sensations on my cock almost unbearable. I could feel every hot, slick fold of her.
This was right, I realized. This was the way we were supposed to be, Kate and me. I was going to marry her and give her as many babies as she wanted anyway. There was no reason to put it off.
I rubbed her again, and her knees pushed wider over my hips, her hips moving under my arm. And then I was inside her, first the head of my cock and then the rest of it as I eased in. The world stopped moving and there was nothing but that, Kate’s incredible body squeezing me.
Her eyes closed and her head dropped back, her hair trailing down her back. I moved out and then in again, watching her. “You like that?” I asked her, because I always liked hearing it.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, God, yes.” She was practically praying, and I knew I was doing it right. I kept it up, trying to please her, trying not to come as the sensations hit me like body blows. I had never felt anything even close to this. There was no woman in the world like this one.
I moved my hand down between us, brushed her clit, and she said “Oh,” her hips moving harder. We were in sync, both of us moving, my hand rubbing, the bed squeaking softly. It took balance and control, but I had both. My only goals in life were to keep her right where I had her, and to make her come.
Kate bit her lip and her knees clamped me hard. Then she came, her body bucking, her inner muscles rippling and squeezing me. I pushed her back on the bed, rolling on top of her, and I came too, my hands digging into her skin, my cock deep inside her. It felt hot and dirty and sacred.
Only her. Only me.
Ryan Riggs, the player, was officially done. And I didn’t even miss him.