Erotomania

Chapter 10

Ryan wasn't sure why he was still planning on doing this. Actually, he knew exactly why he was doing this. He was doing this because he wanted to be able to tell Hope that he was an idiot the previous week, and actually take that leap of faith to ask her to be his girlfriend. He should have asked her the second she clarified her statements that day. But he had chickened out, especially when she had jumped up into his arms, wrapped herself firmly around his body, and pressed her lips to his in the best good night kiss he'd ever had. And now here he was. About to model nude for Hope's drawing class so that he had the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend. He was in the process of talking to Caroline, Hope's professor and Lizzie and Josie's mom, and was going over how long he would be modeling for, when Hope walked in and they locked eyes. Breaking away from some of her classmates who were ogling him, Hope walked over to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the corner of the room to have a semi-private conversation with him.

"What are you doing here, Ry? Shouldn't you be in Ric's class right now?" Hope asked.

"Normally, yes, but Caroline approached me Tuesday last week and asked me to model for your class today." Ryan explained as he lifted his hand to push some of Hope's hair behind her ear. "Actually she asked me to model for your class last week, but after everything that happened... your dad asked her to switch her lesson plans for last week and today."

"Did you agree because I'm in the class? Or are you being paid?" Hope asked.

"You think I'm good looking enough to be a professional model?" Ryan countered with a smirk.
"I'm being serious, Ry. Why did you agree to do this?" Hope asked.

"I agreed because I knew you were in the class. And I am being paid." Ryan replied. "But for the record, even if I wasn't getting paid, I would have still agreed. That is simply a bonus." He added. "And why are you so upset about this, Hope? You've been drawing me all week."

"Ryan…" Hope started.

"It's okay, Princess. We can talk after class." Ryan said while pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

With a nod, Hope moved to her workstation to set up while Ryan moved to the platform in the middle of the room. It wasn't until Hope sat down at her easel, and looked up at Ryan, that she realized just what kind of modeling session this was for him, and Hope's face heated up. Not only was Ryan facing her directly, but he was doing so nude. Hope tried to cool her skin down, to get her mind off of just how many times over the last week he had almost seen her nude, but Ryan was staring straight at her, and wouldn't look anywhere else. Glancing around, Hope noticed that every single one of the other girls in her class was eyeing Ryan, and Hope got pissed. No one else should be allowed to see him like this! He was taken. Ryan Clarke belonged to her and her alone.

Returning her focus to the task at hand, Hope started drawing. She tried to draw based off memory from all of the drawings she already had, so that she only had to look up a few times, but she felt Ryan's eyes continuously boring into her head, and she kept having to look at him. Each time that she did, Ryan smiled at her. Hope couldn't help but smile back. By the end of the class, Hope felt like she had gotten a good portion of her drawing done, and she quickly started to pack up her things. She heard her classmates all trying to talk to Ryan at once, even as she kept dropping her art supplies. Dropping to her knees, Hope let out a sigh and started grabbing her fallen pencils. She faintly heard Ryan saying something and before she knew it, he was kneeling next to her, helping her clean up. When their fingers touched, Hope quickly pulled her hand away. Ryan sighed as he turned to sit next to her.

"Talk to me, Hope. Please, I can't take you not saying anything, and acting like you're mad at me for something." Ryan said softly.

"Modeling for my drawing class is one thing, Ry… but nude?" Hope hissed as she stood up and tossed her supplies into her bag. 'I don't like other girls seeing you naked.' She added in her head.

"I needed to do something, Hope. I figured if I could do this, then I could ask you what I should have asked you last week." Ryan said as he stood up and stepped closer to Hope.

"Ryan…" Hope said as she spun around to face him.

"I should have asked you this when you clarified your statements on us not dating, but I was too scared… Hope Mikaelson, will you be my girlfriend?" Ryan asked as he pulled Hope against him.

"Mhmm." Hope replied, completely distracted by Ryan's bare chest up close.

"Hope…" Ryan said with faux sternness as he tilted her chin up. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked again.

"You're really asking?" Hope asked.

"Yes, I'm really asking. God, Hope, I've wanted to ask you for so long, but I never thought you would agree. But after everything that has happened between us over the last week and a half... this is me officially asking you." Ryan said as he held Hope's face in his hands and rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Yes. Absolutely yes." Hope said with a smile as she pushed herself up onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.

"Well, then, Miss Mikaelson, I think I need to get you home so that we can make up for lost time." Ryan muttered against Hope's lips.

"Finish getting dressed. I don't want other women staring at my boyfriend." Hope replied.

Legacies - Erotomania – Legacies

As Ryan drove them home, Hope couldn't keep her hands off of him. She had suggested that they could have sex while Ryan drove, but he quickly nixed that, as it was too dangerous, and he wanted to live long enough to take her on a proper first date. With a pout, Hope sat next to him in silence for a couple of minutes. Then with a smirk, Hope quickly undid Ryan's belt and jeans before pulling his dick out and taking him into her mouth.

"Fuck, Princess." Ryan groaned as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with the other hand.

Knowing that they couldn't be interrupted this time around, Ryan pulled onto a side street so that the car, and more importantly, what they were doing, was hidden from anyone driving by, and turned the engine off. Before he could cum too quickly, Ryan eased his dick out of Hope's mouth and pulled her onto his lap. When Hope looked at him with a pout, Ryan pulled her in for a kiss while easing himself into her pussy. The surprised gasp that fell from her lips quickly turned into a whimper and then a moan as Ryan pushed past her hymen until he was buried balls deep inside of her. Pulling back from the kiss, Ryan had to work to get Hope to meet his gaze.

"You didn't tell me that you were a virgin, Hope."

"It's embarrassing." Hope replied.

"Why would you be embarrassed to tell me that?" Ryan asked.

"Because... I felt like if I told you, you wouldn't want me. You've had plenty of women throw themselves at you, so you've probably had tons of sex, and I didn't want you to think of me as some little girl that you had to teach how to have sex. So I just didn't say anything." Hope rambled.

"For one, Hope, I've had sex with 1 other person before you. And that was my high school girlfriend. As for the women you are probably referring to, I don't accept their gifts, and I've never gone home, or taken any of them to my bed. So I'm not nearly as experienced at sex as you think I am, because it's been 8 years." Ryan said as he brushed some of Hope's hair behind her ear.

"You... you haven't?" Hope asked.

"No. After my relationship ended with my high school girlfriend, I rebounded with a girl Freshman year of college, but that didn't last long enough to even contemplate having sex with her, and since then the only girl I've wanted is you." Ryan explained. "And even then, it was 5 years after the girl in Freshman year before I met you." He added.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. I've had a crush on you since I literally ran into you that first day we met. And I figured that all those older women could give you nice things, and I can't, because I don't have access to my trust fund until I turn 25, unless I get married before then, so I convinced myself that wouldn't want me." Hope mumbled as she looked away from Ryan.

"We are horrible communicators." Ryan commented as he wrapped his arms around Hope's waist and slowly started moving beneath her.

"What do you mean?" Hope asked slowly.

"I convinced myself that you wouldn't want me because I was nothing more than a bartender. That you were so far out of my league that I didn't even have a chance of being your friend, let alone anything more." Ryan replied.

"Let's, um, work on that... later." Hope said before capturing Ryan's lips in a heated kiss.

With a hum of agreement, Ryan deepened the kiss and lifted Hope off of his dick before pulling her back down. As the kiss went on, Ryan worked on getting hope's blouse open. While he was sure that he loved all of whom Hope was as a person, he'd always been especially fascinated with her breasts, and he wanted to see them up close. Once he had the buttons undone, Ryan pulled back from the kiss to see how Hope was doing. When he saw that Hope wasn't wearing a bra, his eyes went wide, and the question of if she was doing okay flew from his mind.

"Fuck, Princess." Ryan groaned as he gripped Hope's hips tightly and started bouncing her on his dick.

"Ryan... can we... can we switch to a different position... this one isn't all that comfortable." Hope inquired as she braced her hands on Ryan's shoulders and tried to help with the pace that Ryan had set.

"Anything you want, Princess. It's my job to make you feel good, and ensure you are happy." Ryan replied as he flipped them over so that hope was laying on the bench seat. "Are you close? Because I refuse to cum until you do." He asked while leaning down and taking one of Hope's heaving breasts into his mouth.

"I think so? Fuck, Ry, I need you to touch me." Hope moaned.

With her breast still in his mouth, Ryan glanced up at Hope and they locked eyes, causing a shiver to run through Hope's body. Once he released her breast, Ryan moved so that he was hovering over Hope and stared down at her lovingly. Slowly pulling out and then just as slowly pushing back in, Ryan set a torturously slow pace as his fingers ghosted over Hope's exposed skin.

"Where do you want me to touch you, Princess?" Ryan asked, his voice low and thick with desire.

"Clit... pussy... please Ryan!" Hope cried out.

When Ryan moved his hands under Hope's skirt and to her clit, neither of them lasted much longer. Hope wrapped her legs tightly around Ryan's waist, and her inner walls clenched around his dick. As her orgasm washed over her, Hope gripped Ryan's shoulders and moaned when she felt his release coat her womb. With a shuddering breath, Hope loosened her grip around Ryan's waist and her arms fell to her sides. Ryan lowered his head to Hope's chest and placed as many kisses on her neck and breasts as he could while Hope ran her fingers through his hair.

"Fuck." Ryan muttered.

"What's wrong? You're not regretting this already are you? Because while it was a bit uncomfortable, given the confined space of the car, that felt amazing." Hope said with a frown.

"I'll never regret being with you, Hope. But I wasn't wearing a condom." Ryan explained while starting to pull out of Hope, which she quickly stopped from happening.

"I don't care." Hope replied as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and shifted her hips against his.

"Hope..." Ryan groaned.

"We're both adults, Ryan. If we want to have unprotected sex, we can."

Pulling Hope up so that she was sitting up fully, Ryan moved them so that he was laying down and Hope was straddling his lap. Running his hands up and down Hope's thighs, Ryan bucked his hips up, causing Hope to groan.

"You feel..." Ryan started but was cut off by a tapping on the window.

Glancing up, Hope's eyes went wide even as her face paled. Scrambling to button her blouse back up and to get off of Ryan's dick, Hope moved as close to the passenger side door as she could while Ryan tucked his dick away and rolled the window down.

"Sheriff Gerard." Ryan said evenly.

"Ryan... Hope... what the hell do you think you're doing? If anyone else had been close enough to respond to the call of suspicious behavior, and if I hadn't recognized the description of the car, you two would be getting arrested for public indecency." Marcel said with a sigh.

"You're letting us off with a warning, Uncle Marcel?" Hope asked.

"I'm not going to arrest my niece and Goddaughter on a first infraction. Just don't have sex in the car while out and about again." Marcel warned before turning to walk back to his squad car.

"Thank you Sheriff. It won't happen again." Ryan called out the window before pulling Hope into his side. "Ready to head home, Princess?" He asked while turning to face Hope and leaning in to nibble on Hope's neck, just below her ear.

"You heard my Uncle, Ry... we need to head home... not have sex again." Hope said with a moan.

"I know. That doesn't mean I can't make you cum again." Ryan said as his right hand landed on Hope's thighs and nudged them apart.

Once he saw that Hope's uncle had pulled away, Ryan backed out of where he had parked and continued driving home. As he drove, Ryan kept one hand on the steering wheel while his other hand was between Hope's legs, fingering her. He knew it was dangerous, but now that they had admitted, to a degree, how they felt about each other, he couldn't, now more than ever, keep his hands to himself. And it helped that Hope didn't seem to mind his actions. And as they were pulling into the garage, Ryan pressed his thumb against Hope's clit and had her cumming on his hand. Once she came down from her high, Hope pulled Ryan in for a quick kiss before straightening her clothes and climbing over Ryan's lap to climb out of the car.

"I'm going to take a shower before starting on my homework. Would you like to join me?" Hope asked over her shoulder with an innocent smile.

"Is that a serious question? Or a rhetorical one?" Ryan inquired as he grabbed his stuff and followed Hope into the house.

"You choose, babe." Hope replied with a wink.