Skin Deep (6 page)

“I’ve never come this way before,” she whispered.

“I know.” He kissed her neck. Helping her to learn what her body was capable of was an even bigger turn-on for him than it was for her. Worshipping her body, bringing her pleasure, could easily become his favorite activity, bar none. “It will be intense, but I don’t want you to back down. You just need to open yourself up, literally and figuratively, for this to work.”

Her legs fell open wider and she thrust her tits up, bringing her shoulders off the mattress. “Mmm, that feels amazing, Oh yes, right there. Fuck…that feels so good, Ry.”

He was dying to lick her pussy, to taste that fragrant juice her body created as a result of his touch. But if he sampled her sweetness now, they would never get to the main event.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come…”

“That’s it, honey. Just let go.” He could have blown all over her just watching the play of ecstasy across her gorgeous face as she gave in to the intense sensation. His hand was coated with her sticky essence, and it took everything in him not to lick it off. He slid his hand back and entered her rear hole with his pinky finger first, waiting for her to adjust.

“Ryan, I don’t know if I can…”

“You can. God, you’re so wet.” He kissed her, branding her with his tongue until she was moaning into his mouth. “Grind into my finger,” he said, before slipping it out and sliding a larger digit in. He could tell she was getting turned on again, but the next time she came, it would be with his cock wedged deep in her ass. “Yeah, like that. Harder, faster…”

She whimpered when he slipped another finger in, stretching her wider. “Ohhhh, ahhh, yesss. That feels so good.” She opened her legs as wide as she could, rotating her ass against his hand.

Forcing another finger in, he introduced her to pleasure / pain secret that he was sure would make her a believer. “Yeah, you like that, baby?” he asked, licking her shoulder. “You ready to take my cock now?”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “I don’t know…”

“Sit up.” Stacking pillows up on the bed, he said, “Now lie down, and prop your ass up in the air. Let me lick your clit until you’re ready to come again, then I’ll slide my cock in. You’ll be so turned on, you won’t even think about the fear.”  

“I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life. This is crazy. What about you? You need to…”

“Honey, my dick feels like granite right now. Trust me, when I finally get to blow inside of you, I’ll be lucky if I don’t pass out.”

“You’re amazing,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I mean it; you’re the most selfless guy I’ve ever met, in and out of the bedroom. How’d I get so lucky?”

Her vulnerability tore at him, and he knew in that moment he would do anything for her. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just pointed to the stacked pillows, earning a saucy grin from her as she positioned herself for his stimulating treatment.

He positioned her exactly the way he wanted her, wide open and exposed. He flicked his tongue across her clit repeatedly before sinking inside the hot, wet cavern that was teasing him. Growling, he clenched her hips in his hands, trying to draw her closer. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy. He only hoped he had the self-control to back off when she was ready to come in his mouth.

“Oh God,” she squealed, grating her pussy into his face. “Yes, right there. Oh yes, tickle my clit with your tongue now. Harder, faster…”

He pulled out, lubing his cock with his hand when he knew she was close. He closed his eyes, trying to get a grip as he inched himself inside of her. Bracing his hand on the headboard, he tried telling himself to go slow, but his dick wasn’t obeying his command.

“It’s okay, Ryan,” she whispered. “I’m ready. I want to feel you inside of me, please…”

That’s all it took to convince him. He buried himself in one quick thrust, filling her to the hilt. He knew she would need a minute to accommodate him, so he clenched his jaw and forced himself to take deep breaths as she waited for her cue. “You okay?” he asked between gritted teeth.

“I’m better than okay. Mmmm. I love the way your hard cock feels in my ass, Ry. Now I want you to fuck me, please. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

The reminder that he was her first helped to put things back in perspective for him. In spite of what she said, he refused to take her hard until she was ready. He spread her ass cheeks apart and watched his cock disappear into that tight hole. Fuck, he was so close to coming, but he needed to make her come again. “Lift your ass, baby,” he said, groaning when she clenched his cock. Her ass was like a hot, throbbing vice. “Let me have your clit.” He positioned his hand under her mound, playing with her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Within minutes she was crying out, bucking against him, and begging him to fuck her ass hard and fast.  

“You sure, hon?”

“Yes, please, yessss.”

With both hands braced on her waist, he thrust his cock in and out, reveling in the intense physical and emotional sensation. He was the first man she’d allowed to love her this way, and he would be her last lover, period. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Flip over, now.”

She did as he asked, without question.

He gripped his cock in his hand, watching with satisfaction as he painted her perfect, round tits with his come. “Yes, fuck, I love the way that looks. I love marking you, making you mine. Rub it all over your tits.” He watched her, moaning as she spread it all over her nipples before licking it off her fingertips.

“Hmm, I love the way you taste. When’re you going to let me suck your cock?”

The image of her on her knees, sucking him off, flashed through his mind. “Soon, honey. Soon. I’m thinking we may need to forget about this fundraiser tonight.”

She slapped his chest, laughing. “No, I want to go; it’ll be fun to meet your friends and colleagues.”

He winked, licking his lips as he eyed the sticky sheen coating her superb tits. “Fine, but I can’t promise you’ll be able to walk by the time I’m finished with you.”

Chapter Four

Alana walked into the ballroom on Ryan’s arm feeling like she’d just won the lottery. He was the sexiest man in the room, and he was hers, at least for tonight. She wanted to believe the sweet things he said, but only time would tell whether he was being sincere.

Ryan held her hand as he led her to one of the beautifully decorated tables at the front of the grand ballroom. Judging by the position of the table, and the lavish floral centerpiece and adornments, they were seated at the head table. Conversation amongst the older couples seated at the table ceased as soon as they arrived.

An older gentleman on Ryan’s left rose, extending his hand. “Glad you could make it, Ryan. And I see you managed to bring the prettiest date in the room, yet again.”  He winked at the lady seated to his left. “Except for my Judith, of course.”

“Oh stop,” his wife said, the color rising in her cheeks. She rose, embracing Ryan. “So good to see you again! It’s been too long, darling.”

“Likewise, Judith.” He kissed her cheek soundly. He glanced at the curious spectators seated around the table as he slipped his arm around Alana’s waist. “I’d like you all to meet Alana Miller.” He squeezed her waist, obviously trying to put her at ease. “Sweetheart, I’d like you to meet Dr. and Mrs. Smythe.” He gestured to a couple to her immediate left. “Dr. and Mrs. Collins, and Dr. and Mr. Morris.”  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, trying to decide whether she should make her rounds shaking hands or simply take her seat. Before she made up her mind, Ryan made the decision for her, pulling her chair out. “Thank you,” she whispered, grateful he’d thought to intervene.

“Tell us, what do you do, Alana?” Dr. Morris asked.

Obviously these people didn’t believe in wasting time. “I’m running my father’s car dealership at the moment,” she said, picking up her water glass. She needed something to coat her dry throat. She was rarely nervous meeting new people, since it was mandatory in her line of work at the dealership, but being sized up by a roomful of doctors was unnerving, to say the least. “Unfortunately, he’s fallen ill and he’s no longer up to the task.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Dr. Morris said.

“What did you do prior to that, Alana?” Mrs. Smythe asked.

She suspected they were waiting for her to tell them she was an exotic dancer during her down time. “After I earned my MBA, I started a jewelry design company. We were doing quite well until I had to put that on hold to help my father.”

“Interesting,” Mrs. Collins said, shooting Ryan a side-long glance. “Brains and beauty. I do believe this is a first for you, my dear. Dare I say, at forty-two, you’re finally ready to grow up?”

Ryan laughed, settling his arm along the back of Alana’s chair. “I won’t be forty-two until next month, Joan. Don’t rush me.”

Alana tried to dismiss her irritation that they were talking about her as though she were a prize he found at the bottom of his Cracker-Jack box. “Ryan and I just met,” she said, between clenched teeth. “I can assure you it’s not serious.” That should put them, including him, in his place.

Judging by the grim expression on his face, it worked.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Joan said. “It’s about time he found a nice girl and settled down.”

“I’m working on it, Joanie,” he said, folding his hand around the back of her chair. “Looks like it may take a little longer than I thought.”

She set her napkin on her lap, trying to avoid their dinner companions’ intense scrutiny. Apparently their disagreement was the most action these old busy-bodies would see all night.

“Tell us about the new clinic, Ryan,” Dr. Collins said when the awkward silence lasted  a minute.

“Not much to tell yet,” he said. “We’re still in the planning stages.” He looked at Alana pointedly. “What I need is a good business consultant to help me get this off the ground.” 

Alana shifted in her seat, refusing to look at him. “I know a couple. I can give you their names if you like.”

“Alana,” he growled, sending a clear warning to her and everyone at the table that she was treading into dangerous territory by baiting him. “I thought I made it clear; you’re the one I want.”

She smiled sweetly, looking around the table. “Obviously he thinks all he has to do is snap his fingers and he’ll get whatever he wants.”

“Damn it, Alana,” he muttered under his breath.

“Will you excuse me?” she said, rising.

He grabbed her wrist. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to the ladies’ room. Or do I have to ask your permission first?”

Gaping at her, he let her hand fall to her side.

She practically ran to the ladies’ room, trying to avoid the on-lookers’ curious stares.

Two ladies, a blonde and a brunette, were touching up their make-up at the mirror when she walked in. They glanced at each other, smirking. “Oh no, what did he do this time?”

“Excuse me?” Alana said, leaning against the closed door. “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

“You’re here with Ryan, right?” the attractive blonde asked, turning to face her. “What did he do, suggest a ménage a trois your first night?” She laughed, nudging her friend. “I’m telling you, that guy is crazy.”

The brunette in the skin-tight dress joined in her laughter. “Honey, you don’t have to remind me. I have first-hand experience with him, remember?”

The blonde clapped a hand over her lacquered mouth and said, “That’s right! He did you and that psych nurse in the staffroom, didn’t he? Did he even lock the door?”

“What does he care? He can do whatever he wants since he started banging the administrator.”

“That’s true.” She sighed, shaking her head. “He really is a pig. We should just tell him to fuck off the next time he calls in the middle of the night looking to get laid.”

“Yeah, but that man can do things with his tongue that most men couldn’t do with written instructions and a guide.”

“You’re right about that.” A shiver moved through the blonde, making her enormous tits bounce up and down. “God, I get turned on just thinking about it.”

The brunette took a step closer, crowding her against the sink. “Anything turns you on, you horny little bitch.” She pulled her closer just as Alana slid out the door, giving them some privacy.

She felt like such a fool for believing him. As she sprinted out the front door, looking for a taxi, she vowed she wouldn’t allow herself to be taken in by a sexy, sweet-talking stranger again.

By the time ten minutes passed, Ryan was getting antsy. Where the hell was she? Shifting in his seat, he looked over his shoulder.

“Would you like me to go and check on her, dear?” Joan asked, reaching over to pat his hand.

He wanted to play it cool, pretend it didn’t matter, but he was past the point of trying to maintain his dignity. He wanted her at his side, now. Hell, he would settle for having a strip torn off, as long as she was still speaking to him.

“Would you mind?” he asked.