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Story: Release Me
From me.
I struggle to keep my voice indifferent. I don’t want him to know how he affects me. “You should keep better track of your important things.”
His deep chuckle vibrates along my spine. I watch with shock as, reaching around me, Ronan collects the framed picture of my mom and me, the three books, and the jewelry box that decorate the top of my chest of drawers, and tosses them to my desk.
“Hey! What are you—ah!” My words drop with a yelp as he grabs my hips, spins me around, and hoists me up to sit atop it. It’s a five-drawer chest, and he’s so damn strong.
Without any preamble, he tugs at my towel until it falls open, laying me bare. Pushing my thighs apart, he leans forward.
I watch, my jaw hanging open in shock, as Ronan’s mouth settles between my legs.
“Have you ever heard of foreplay?” I finally manage in a hoarse whisper.
“Thisisforeplay.”
Whatever resistance I might have put up dissolves in a puddle as his tongue slides over my center.
“Why’d you take my condoms?” he asks, his hot breath against my sensitive flesh.
Because I didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else while you’re here?
Idon’t answer, instead reaching down to grab the back of his head, his short, near-black hair unexpectedly soft against my fingertips.
He smiles, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me forward until I’m afraid I might fall right off the dresser. Ronan would never allow that, though. I don’t know him, but I know that.
His tongue takes another long, leisurely swipe. “Youaresweet. Who knew?”
“I thought this was a onetime thing.”
“Do you want it to be a onetime thing?”
I hesitate on the lie. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
He chuckles, the grating sound and his mouth so close to me pooling heat in my core. “Wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
I gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me and then takes off, a relentless barrage of licks and swirls that demonstrates his expertise. Not like David, who only occasionally did this for me, and only for long enough to mark off an invisible checkmark in the decent boyfriend column.
“Do you like doing that?” I dare ask.
He pauses long enough to show me a lust-filled gaze, his fringe of eyelashes thick and long. “Do I like doing what?”
“That.”
“Eating you out?”
Oh my God. My stomach tenses. “Yeah.”
“I love it.” Releasing one of my thighs, he slides two fingers inside me, drawing my gasp and pooling heat into my lower belly. His mouth seals over me again, and my inhibitions quickly fade as his tongue explores and his fingers slowly thrust, building an intense pressure deep inside. I relax and open to him, stroking the back of his head while I coax him with garbled, half words.
When I finally come, it’s with Ronan’s tongue deep inside me, bucking against his face, crying out with complete abandon.
He stands. His lips graze over my nipple, teasing it with his breath. “How was that for foreplay?”
“Fine,” I manage through ragged breaths. He could teach a class on the art of going down on a woman.
“Where is my box of condoms, Ryan?”
“Under your bed,” I answer, my eyes closed.
I struggle to keep my voice indifferent. I don’t want him to know how he affects me. “You should keep better track of your important things.”
His deep chuckle vibrates along my spine. I watch with shock as, reaching around me, Ronan collects the framed picture of my mom and me, the three books, and the jewelry box that decorate the top of my chest of drawers, and tosses them to my desk.
“Hey! What are you—ah!” My words drop with a yelp as he grabs my hips, spins me around, and hoists me up to sit atop it. It’s a five-drawer chest, and he’s so damn strong.
Without any preamble, he tugs at my towel until it falls open, laying me bare. Pushing my thighs apart, he leans forward.
I watch, my jaw hanging open in shock, as Ronan’s mouth settles between my legs.
“Have you ever heard of foreplay?” I finally manage in a hoarse whisper.
“Thisisforeplay.”
Whatever resistance I might have put up dissolves in a puddle as his tongue slides over my center.
“Why’d you take my condoms?” he asks, his hot breath against my sensitive flesh.
Because I didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else while you’re here?
Idon’t answer, instead reaching down to grab the back of his head, his short, near-black hair unexpectedly soft against my fingertips.
He smiles, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me forward until I’m afraid I might fall right off the dresser. Ronan would never allow that, though. I don’t know him, but I know that.
His tongue takes another long, leisurely swipe. “Youaresweet. Who knew?”
“I thought this was a onetime thing.”
“Do you want it to be a onetime thing?”
I hesitate on the lie. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
He chuckles, the grating sound and his mouth so close to me pooling heat in my core. “Wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
I gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me and then takes off, a relentless barrage of licks and swirls that demonstrates his expertise. Not like David, who only occasionally did this for me, and only for long enough to mark off an invisible checkmark in the decent boyfriend column.
“Do you like doing that?” I dare ask.
He pauses long enough to show me a lust-filled gaze, his fringe of eyelashes thick and long. “Do I like doing what?”
“That.”
“Eating you out?”
Oh my God. My stomach tenses. “Yeah.”
“I love it.” Releasing one of my thighs, he slides two fingers inside me, drawing my gasp and pooling heat into my lower belly. His mouth seals over me again, and my inhibitions quickly fade as his tongue explores and his fingers slowly thrust, building an intense pressure deep inside. I relax and open to him, stroking the back of his head while I coax him with garbled, half words.
When I finally come, it’s with Ronan’s tongue deep inside me, bucking against his face, crying out with complete abandon.
He stands. His lips graze over my nipple, teasing it with his breath. “How was that for foreplay?”
“Fine,” I manage through ragged breaths. He could teach a class on the art of going down on a woman.
“Where is my box of condoms, Ryan?”
“Under your bed,” I answer, my eyes closed.
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