34. Blue (2)

Blue

     

    His hooded eyes roam my body, and with that appreciative stare, I feel no need to hide. Truthfully, I've never felt the need to hide with Ryan Shay. Since the first day I got here, I've been unapologetically myself.

     

He stands at the end of the bed, palms coasting over my thighs. 

      

"How's it feeling?" I nod towards his leg.

      

"Blue, you're still dripping, and you're worried about my knee?"

      

"Who said I was asking about your knee?" 

      

An impressive little smirk tugs on his lip. "If you're referring to my knee, it's all right. If you're talking about my dick, it's painfully hard."

      

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I keep my legs open around him. A single hand takes my face, fingers pushing into my hair as he tilts my chin up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

      

He moans into me. "I fucking love kissing you." 

      

I sweep my tongue into his mouth, swallowing his noises. 

      

While we're occupied, I fiddle with the belt on his pants. My fingers graze the dusting of hair above his waistband and Ryan's stomach tightens from my touch. 

      

Inhaling sharply, he pulls his lips away, resting his head on mine and looking down at my explorative fingers. 

      

"Tell me what you want, Blue." 

      

I run a palm over him, through his pants. 

      

"Use your words, Blue." 

      

"I want it."

      

"Where?"

      

"In my mouth."

      

"Mmm," he hums a satisfied noise, pushing my hair out of the way. "Then take it out and show me what you can do." 

      

He unclasps his belt quickly, and as soon as his pants hit the floor, my fingers are in his waistband pulling down his boxer briefs and freeing his cock. 

      

He winces when he has to stand using only his injured leg to get them past his ankles. 

      

"Ryan, sit down for me." I nod towards the chair in the corner of his room. 

      

A small flash of relief washes over him. I know he's trying to be in the moment. I know he wants to be in control, but he's also in pain. 

      

Ryan takes a seat, leaning back, one arm resting on the top of the chair. His legs are sprawled out as if he were a king waiting to get his cock sucked, and in my mind, he is. 

      

God, he's beautiful. All man. All mine. Thick legs, cut arms, shadows showcasing the concaves of his stomach muscles. He's big and smooth and hard and I've never wanted anyone more. 

      

When my gaze finally makes it to his, he takes his lower lip between his teeth, smirking. "What are you looking at?" He wraps a fist around his cock, stroking it a few times.

      

I refuse to play games or make him unsure of how much I want him. "You."

      

His chest puffs. "You painted a pretty picture earlier, but now I want the real thing." 

      

I glow under his appreciative stare as I make my way between his legs, falling to my knees. Palms running the length of his thighs, I watch him, memorize him. His size is intimidating from this angle, with his hard length protruding upwards and begging for a release. 

      

My thumb swipes over the head, gathering the bead of precum. 

      

"Fuck." Ryan's head falls back to the chair behind him. 

      

His moans and whimpers remind me that he hasn't been touched in too long, and I'm the woman with the privilege to change that.

      

I'll savor every moment. 

      

I allow my hands to roam his thighs and stomach, appreciating every dip and curve of his muscular body. Ryan watches me with hooded eyes as he runs his hands over my hair, stroking it softly, before gathering it all in a single fist.

Finally, I run my fingers over his length. It's hot and smooth, hard. Ryan groans from that alone. There's no way he's going to last long, and I don't want him to. He shudders when I wrap my hand around him, and when my red nails can't connect around his width, they're practically a flashing warning sign that he's bigger than I've ever experienced. 

      

"Look how good your hand looks around me, baby." 

      

There's no denying that. I love the way I look around him, and even more so, I love the way he's watching, as if he needs to remember every moment.

      

Gently, I place a kiss on the head before licking him from base to tip.

      

"Oh, fuck," he curses, and I can't help but smile around him, sensing this controlled man on the brink of becoming unhinged. "Your tongue looks even better." 

     

My lips form a ring, taking him as deep as I can, sucking him all the way back up. His tip is already leaking, but I clean it up with a sweep of my tongue. Head bobbing, I stroke my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue as I go.

      

His words are labored and raspy. "Eyes on me, pretty girl."

      

Looking up, I find him staring at me with dark eyes and a ticking jaw, attempting to maintain some semblance of control. His hips are twitching, holding back from letting loose and fucking my mouth without restraint. Hand splayed on his thigh, I hold on for balance, sensing it's coming soon. 

      

"Goddamn," he exhales. "I knew you were going to look so pretty on your knees, Blue." 

      

His praise has me moaning around him before sucking, twisting my hand around the base that can't fit. 

      

Ryan's hands cup my cheeks. "You can take more." He flexes his hips slightly, pushing more of himself into my mouth. "I know what you're capable of. I had my fingers down your throat. Come on, Blue. You can do it."

      

He's bigger than I've seen, let alone had in my mouth, but with the way my body responds to him, it seems to be made for him, so I relax my jaw and take him further. 

      

"There you go," he praises. "That's my girl." 

     

I preen at the phrase. Melt under it. 

     

I love this kind of control. He's a strong man, but weak for me. 

      

Repositioning on my knees, I find just the right angle to grind myself against my heel. 

      

"Yes, baby. Make yourself feel good until I can take care of you. Just like that. Your mouth feels fucking incredible, baby." 

      

I flick my tongue on the underside of his crown, wanting to see this man's control shatter. 

      

Then it does when he fucks my mouth. Hard. All I can do is keep my eyes on him and let him use me in any way he needs.

      

"Blue," he warns, ushering me off him, but I claw to hold on to his hips and stay.

      

I watch as he begins to unravel. This man, who I've only known as controlled and domineering, begins to fall apart around me. The realization that he can't hold it together because of me has me pushing him further into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can.  

     

"Goddamn, baby." His fingers curl into my hair, keeping me where I am.

      

He pulses in me, hot streams hitting the back of my throat. Ryan watches until his eyes finally have to screw shut, his head falling back. I take every last drop he has to offer, loving the way he tastes on my tongue, needing him in any way he'll give himself to me. 

Once he goes soft, I slide off him, keeping my mouth closed with him still on my tongue.  

      

Heaving chest and slack jaw, he looks down at me. "Swallow," he commands.

     

He leans forward, his lips hovering over mine. "Swallow," he murmurs again. Gently bracketing my throat with a single palm, he runs the length of my neck as he helps me work my way through a swallow.  

      

"That's my girl," he praises, eyes sparkling in admiration. "You did so well."

      

Quickly shifting from commanding to tender, he grabs my hand and ushers me to straddle his lap. His hands rub my hips and back, gliding along my warm skin.

      

"Thank you," he whispers against my lips. 

      

All that does is cause me to grind my naked, needy body against his.

      

I'm obsessed with this man, would quite literally do anything for him and he just thanked me for a blow job.

      

I'm trying to slow down and move at his pace, but when he reaches around my back, sliding his fingers underneath me and finding my swollen clit, it's hard to think of anything other than wanting more. 

      

"Ryan, if you want to stop, I think now is the time because you feel too good, and I want you too much and I'm trying to be respectful-"

      

"Blue, I have no intentions of stopping if you don't want me to." 

      

"No?" Snaking my hands around his shoulders, I hold on to the back of his neck. 

      

"No, Blue. You've turned it all back on and I can't go back to pretending I don't want you." He kisses me slowly, savoring the moment before smiling into my lips. "Just be careful with me, yeah?"

    

He's kidding, I know this, but there's no denying I will be careful with Ryan's heart for as long as he lets me have it. 

      

I nod against him. 

      

"Now use your words and tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you for the first time."

My pussy clenches at his words. 

Fuck.