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He didn't need any more encouragement and quickly opened the back door to his SUV. She slipped passed him and crawled into the back seat, and he followed, closing the door behind them.
He sat next to her and felt his heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. Between the alcohol and what was happening, his head felt like it was on high speed. He looked over at her and her eyes were filled with want and his heart nearly stopped. He immediately leaned over, wanting to taste her again, and connected his lips to hers, their tongues automatically melding together. She felt him tug on her side and she followed by swinging her knee over him and straddling him.
She felt his hard cock against her and she let out a soft moan into his mouth, causing him to kiss her harder.
He thought for a millisecond that he should stop, knowing it was wrong, but there was only so much one guy could handle. There was no possible way he could stop and think of ethics at a time like this.
He pulled down on her hips, pressing himself into her and clenched his jaw when he did so. Her soft moans were driving him absolutely insane and he just wanted to fuck her brains out. He pulled up her dress and hooked his fingers into her panties, feeling how wet she was and felt himself get dizzy.
She was having trouble concentrating on the kissing when she felt his knuckles running over her. She let her head fall a bit as he continued, and she couldn't stop moaning at the feeling of his rugged calloused hands.
He saw she was enjoying his touch so much that her lips had stopped, so his lips went to her neck and started sucking on her, loving the taste of her skin too. She tasted like sugar and flowers.
She felt herself losing control and wanting to feel him too so she reached down, fumbling with his now tight pants.
He saw she was having trouble so immediately helped her out and unzipped his pants and pulled himself out of his boxer briefs for her.
She looked down and widened her eyes at his dick. It was huge, almost intimidating. She bit her lip before reaching down and stroking him, running her hand over the head of it feeling his pre cum.
He let out a soft grunt feeling her small hand on him rubbing the head. In return he put his one finger in her, causing her to gasp. Her strokes fastened and he quickly put his hand over hers to stop her.
The fourplay was great and all but Ryan had had enough, he just wanted to fuck her already. Yes there were a thousand more things he wanted to do to her that he has always thought of but he really just wanted to get to the main thing.
He quickling unzipped the back of her dress and she lifted it off of her. He stared, noticing she was braless. He licked his lips, staring at her body. It was just as good as he imagined, but it was better because he was allowed to touch it this time.
"Woah" he let out, staring at her body
Her cheeks turned pink, "Shut up" she whispered before kissing him again, his hands finding her chest and tweaking her.
He had enough and reached down to take off her panties but knew that required her getting off of him and he didn't want that so he pulled at the flimsy thong strings and they snapped off her, and she gasped and winced.
"Sorry" he murmured before throwing them aside and flipping her so she was now laying across the seat. He hovered over her and reached down, pulling his dick over his boxer briefs so he was better exposed. He then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it over himself.
He positioned himself over her and her legs widened in anticipation. He reached down and lifted her leg up so her leg was pinned back near her head.
He reached down and entered her a little and she groaned and squirmed beneath him. She was really tight and Ryan had to make sure he didn't hurt her, knowing sometimes he had that capability. It was really difficult not to just thrust completely into her because of the sensation and the fact that he had pictured fucking her a thousand times.
She squirmed so she was in a good position and lifted her hips so that he could slide completely into her. She winced only a little but once he was completely inside her she gasped, digging the back of her head into the seat.
He grunted, feeling himself fully in her. She felt so fucking good. He put his one arm behind her head and held her one leg still, as he started to thrust slowly.
She bit her bottom lip hard and felt her nails already clawing him through his shirt. Once she got used to the sensation of him it felt so good, better than anything she had felt before and she felt her mouth opening and her moans becoming louder.
He felt her become not as tense and her moans grow louder and he took that as an opportunity to go faster. He was fucking Marissa Cooper. He was fucking Marissa Cooper- and it exceeded everything he expected.
He grinded himself into her, thrusting himself deeply into her and throwing his tie over his shoulder so it wasn't in her face. He reached down and rubbed her clit, causing her moans to become inviting yells. He bent his head down and wrapped his mouth around her boob, swirling his tongue over her, wanting to kiss and lick every part of her.
"Ryan!" She gasped feeling the familiar feeling in her lower abdomen, her muscles contracting
Her screaming his name was a personal victory and he felt a tug in his balls when she did. He felt her clenching around him and knew she was close. He licked up her chest to her neck and sucked on it as he swirled his thumb around her clit and thrusted into her over and over until she screamed his name again, this time louder. He felt her whole body convulsing and shake as she came around him, which was enough for him.
"Fuck" He grunted and with one last thrust he came
The whole car was steamed up completely, the air so thick with sweat. He looked down at her and she was trying desperately to catch her breath, her eyes still closed. He slowly pulled himself out of her, something he didn't particularly like doing, and tossed his condom out the window (which he knew was wrong but he didn't want that thing around)
After a couple of minutes he looked down to see her eyes still closed, still trying to collect herself.
"You dead?" he asked softly
She let out a weak laugh; slowly flickering her eyes open to look at him, still hovering above her.
"Almost" she hoarsely murmured, wiping the hair away from her eyes
He smiled softly back at her, still amazed at what just happened. He wished they could stay in the car for a long time, just fucking and laying there, but he knew once they exited the car they'd have to face the reality of the situation; a reality he seriously didn't want to think about right now.
She licked her dry lips and looked at him lazily, "That was….fun" she giggled
He laughed softly as well, nodding, "Yeah, it was" he said and looked down at her still naked body, trying to take it all in, just in case he never saw it again.
She felt her cheeks go pink again noticing him admiring her, and her smile faded. She didn't know how this would affect anything. She wondered if what they did was so wrong considering. She also wondered what this meant- to him and to her.
He noticed her face and he knew what she was contemplating, because he was contemplating it all as well. He reluctantly lifted himself off of her and lifted up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt.
She slowly sat up as well and reached down for her dress, pulling it up over her. She tried to zip herself but couldn't and he noticed so he reached over and zipped her.
She smiled sheepishly, "Thanks"
She noticed her torn panties on the floor, "Guess I can't put those back on"
He laughed, "Yeah, uh, sorry about that. I got a little too eager; 2 years and all"
She laughed, blushing again, "No problem. They obviously weren't made well anyway" she joked
He let out a small huffy laugh and looked down, their smiles fading once again as they thought about what just happened.
She looked over at him, seeing his pensive face. She wanted to know what was in his head. If it took him two years to admit what he felt, she wondered what else he kept in.
"What are you thinking?" she asked bluntly, because quite frankly she had too many thoughts as well
He looked at her, not sure of what to say. He didn't know how he even felt, let alone what exactly to say.
"I….donno," he said softly
She saw he was confused, hell she was confused too.
"Same. This is kind of a lot to take in," she admitted
He nodded, and looked down at his hands. He now felt the guilt wash over him, thinking of Brett clueless in Dallas. Brett would never think of Ryan as a betrayer and that killed Ryan. Brett trusted him.
"I shouldn't have done this to Brett" he finally said out loud
She bit her lip, "So you regret this?" she asked
"No. That's what's so fucked up of me," he quickly answered, still not looking at her
Her heart softened at his response. She knew what they did was a little muddied but if he regretted it she knew it would hurt. She knew she shouldn't care, but it would.
"Ryan…" she started and reached out and put her hand on his forearm, "Brett broke up with me. He broke up with me. And I know friend-code and I know I would be upset if my friend hooked up with my ex but…..Brett loves you. And not to sound sexist but you are guys; guys don't let girls get in the way of friends. If anything Brett will hate me, and I'll deal with that myself. And besides this wasn't just some drunken mistake, right? I guarantee if Brett was in the same situation as you, he would have done the same"
Her words calmed him. It was true. This wasn't just some drunken mistake. This was 2 years of pining for a girl he couldn't have; how could someone fault him for not turning the girl down? And it was hoes before bros always; even though Marissa wasn't a hoe the sentiment was still the same. Maybe Brett wouldn't hate him, maybe he'd understand.
He nodded and looked at her, "thanks"
She nodded back and gave him a reassuring smile. He looked back at her and realized how pretty she looked. His heart still did the pounding thing around her, even now after he knew what it felt like to have sex with her. All the feelings were still the same, he still wanted to touch her and look at her. The sex, if anything, made him want her more.
"So what happens now?" he asked her, genuinely clueless. He wanted it so badly to be easy. He wished he could just tell her to come back to his house and stay the night. He wished he could take her out. He had never had any feeling like this for a girl after fucking her. He usually planned his route of escape. But now he felt like one of those poor clingy girls he left, he just wanted to be with her still.
She looked at him, and she had no clue what to say. She didn't know what the procedure was now. She looked at him and bit her bottom lip. Did she like Ryan or was this purely physical? She thought about the question and felt her heart race- knowing the answer. She was pretty sure she always knew the answer. Just because you are in a serious relationship doesn't mean you can deny your chemistry with another person while in that relationship. It doesn't mean you act on it but you also can't deny it. She always had chemistry with Ryan; he made her laugh, he always listened to her, he was sweet, he was manly, he was strong, he was sexy….what wasn't to like about him? Sure he could be oblivious to relationships, and sometimes could be crass, and sure he could be hot tempered but he was Ryan. He was Ryan from economics that she would have said yes to had he asked.
"I don't know" she whispered and saw his eyes soften.
He looked ahead of him again, not knowing what would happen once they stepped out of this car. Would he never see her again? Would they pretend this never happened?
"But I was wondering maybe if I can have your number" she finally said
He looked at her and saw her start to smile. He felt his chest un-tighten and he smiled back at her. Those were some of the best words he had ever heard in his life, knowing now that she didn't want this to end either and that was enough to calm him.
It was the day following the party and he was elated. He had sex with Marissa Cooper and afterwards they exchanged numbers after two years. They parted with a long hug, and smiled at each other. For the first time in his life he felt ecstatic over a girl and seeing her again. Yes, he thought of Brett sometimes but he knew it wasn't worth harping on. He knew Brett had hooked up quickly with some Texan girls and was having a great time being single- his mind off Marissa completely. He hated lying to his friend but he was too psyched about Marissa to let that ruin it.
The problem now was wondering when to text her. He was so clueless with the rules about when to contact someone. In the past with other girls he waited for weeks to contact the girl, but he knew that that was a really big asshole move from a guy not too interested. He wasn't sure what to do when he actually liked the girl. He didn't understand anything about the rules and regulations.
He had to go bartend so he left it out of his mind for the time being even though she kept popping up into his head. He kept having pornographic flashbacks to the night before and definitely wanted to see her as soon as he could.
He got to work and started serving drinks, getting a shitload of tips. Being good-looking and somewhat charming always came to his advantage to getting tips from girls. All he had to do was smile, saying something slightly flirtatious and boom, big money. He hated the work though, and as soon as he got more money for fighting he'd drop this place as soon as possible.
During a lull in business he was wiping down the counters and turned to his barkeep buddy Heath.
"Hey man, lemme ask you something"
Heath turned to him, throwing his rag over his shoulder. Heath did pretty well with the ladies too, and Ryan knew he would probably have the answer
"How long do you wait to text a girl? What's an appropriate time not to look like a pathetic pussy?"
Heath laughed, "Is Atwood comin to me for girl issues? Bro, I didn't think you'd need that"
Ryan rolled his eyes, "Hey, this isn't about getting ladies, it's about keeping the ladies"
Heath crossed his arms, "Well it depends. If you really like the girl and she likes you, I'd wait as little as a day. If I only like her a little I'd wait a couple days"
Ryan nodded, "Okay cool, thanks"
Heath smiled and let out a small laugh, "Whose the chick?"
Ryan shrugged, "No one you know, just a girl"
"Uh huh. Well, lemme know how it goes then," he said and went back to serving
Ryan rested his hands on the counter and tapped his fingers. Fuck it, he'd wait another day- one day just felt too desperate to him.
He finished his shift at 2am and drove home. He showered and lay in bed, looking at his phone. Nah, too soon, he told himself again before passing out.
The next morning he awoke and went to the gym, having one of the best training sessions of his life. He finished up in the locker room and saw his phone lying on his bag and picked it up. Being revved up from the workout he decided to just text her, fuck whatever it came across as.
"Hey, was wondering what you were doing later?"
He pocketed the phone and drove back to his house and by the time he got home he saw she texted. He smiled and opened the message.
"Hey! I actually have this photoshoot at the beach at 8…..wanna come by?"
He didn't give a shit about texting rules anymore and texted her back, "Sure. Where at?"
"The pier near Gretta's café" she texted back right away
"Sounds good. See you then"
And that was that. He had a time and place to meet here, and it was at a place in public- a place in public where she was kind of working. She wanted to see him as she worked, that seemed pretty huge. He smiled a lot, before pocketing the phone and wanting 8 to role around.
8 hit and he dressed in his short black sleeve Henley and jeans, not really into the idea of dressing up. He never was into dressing up or priming and prepping, which was never his style. Sure, he never wanted to look bad, but he also would never spend more than a 30 seconds on his hair.
He drove to the beach and saw the small crew of photographers gathered. He got out and saw the gaffers with their lights and the massive screens to block certain lighting. He had never seen a photoshoot before.
He walked over and saw her in this pretty white dress that had a low dip between her boobs, something he really liked. She looked so fuckin gorgeous it was insane. He casually approached and the photographer turned to him, before Marissa shouted that 'he was with her'
Ryan lifted his hand signifying a wave, and he leaned against the lifeguard stand, watching her model whatever she was modeling; all he knew was that she was modeling the hell out of it.
She would look over in between sets of photos and smile at him, which gave him that heart pounding thing. This was still all so surreal to him, just a couple of days ago he hadn't seen her in a month and had accepted the fact that he may not for a really long time. And then, they meet and they fuck and now here he was. As if the fucking wasn't surreal enough, they now were seeing each other again.
The shoot took 45 minutes, and after it was done Marissa came over to him, smiling sheepishly
"Hey"
"Hey" he did his half smile and stood up straighter, pushing away from the lifeguard stand
"Sorry it took a bit"
"What? No it's fine. So what are you modeling?"
"This young designer from around here. Again, it's not much but it's exposure"
"That's good. I like her work" he pointed to her low cleavage dress
She blushed with a small giggle, "Yeah, I'm sure"
He smiled back, "So can I see some of the shots?"
She looked surprised at his question, "Yeah?"
"Yeah. If that's cool"
She smiled softly, "Um, yeah, definitely," she said and lead him over to the photographer who was going through her pictures through the laptop set up.
The photographer showed Ryan some of the key shots and Ryan was super impressed.
"Woah. You look like one of those um, what are their names? Those Victoria Secret chicks" he said
She looked at him and couldn't get over how adorable he was. She loved how oblivious he was to modeling, and how this was nothing like a Victoria secret Angel shoot, but she thought it was so endearing and flattering.
"Well, thanks. That's high praise," she teased
He nodded, "Totally. They are super hot," he said as he looked at her pictures some more.
She couldn't stop glancing at him, liking that he was so interested. She knew it was lame but it felt nice. Brett, as good as he was, never really liked the modeling thing and never came to any of her shoots, no matter how amateur they may be.
"Well good job, man" he said to the photographer and the photographer unenthusiastically thanked him.
Ryan turned to Marissa. "So, you up to do anything now?"
She smiled at him, "Yeah definitely. I just have to go back to my house to change"
"Why?"
She laughed more at his clueless face, "Cause my tits are about to pop out"
"Yeah, and?"
She slapped his arm laughing, "Real nice"
He smiled and followed her back to her car
"So follow me back to my apartment," she told him
"You have an apartment?"
"Yeah just moved in 2 weeks ago. So follow me back, I'll get ready, and we can figure something out"
He nodded and went to his car. He couldn't wait to just hang with her, with no one else around but them. Was this like….a date? Normally that would make him feel nervous but he was just excited this time. He also couldn't wait to kiss and fuck her again.
He got to her apartment and followed her up to her apartment, secretly checking her out the whole way up. Knowing what her body looked like now almost made things worse, because he knew what he was missing when she was all clothed.
She opened her apartment and he admired how nice it was. It was huge. She had a giant window across the great room, with a glass door and a small balcony. Her floorset was open and there was a staircase to a loft, which held her bed.
"Woah" he said, looking around
She smiled, throwing her purse on the table near the door and climbing the steps to her loft, "I'll be right down, make yourself comfortable"
He looked around, admiring just how nice everything was. His apartment was a tight space with a little tiny kitchen and a little tiny bed. He knew Marissa's family was wealthy, and although spoiled kids usually pissed him off, Marissa was one of the few that didn't.
After a bit she came back down in a tight high waisted skirt and scooped neck top.
"So, what do you want to do?" She asked him as she descended the steps.
"Up to you" he said, sitting on the couch, looking at her ass in the skirt.
"Well let's open up a bottle of wine and decide then," she said and walked over to her wine rack and popped open a bottle of white wine and pouring two glasses before coming over to him.
She sat on the couch next to him but turned to look at him, and sipped her wine.
He turned a bit too so he was looking at her. He let out a small little laugh, shaking his head before sipping the wine.
"what?" she asked with a smile
"It's just….weird" he admitted, still smiling, "To hang with you. Alone. Ya know, without," he smile dropped a bit and so did hers
"Yeah…."
He realized what he said and pushed it out of his head, "But it's good. It's really good"
Her smile reappeared and she bit her bottom lip. They really hadn't hung out ever alone except when Brett left the room or something. Now it was just them, with no one around watching.
"So let me ask you this, in five years where do you want to be?" she asked, starting a conversation
"What are you, an interviewer?" he joked
She rolled her eyes, "Seriously. Tell me"
He thought about it, "Well….I guess fighting for real money. I mean fighting isn't what I want to be doing long term, but for now I like it. I am good at it, ya know, so I may as well pursue it until I can get some real money out of it." He saw her listening and then asked, "What about you?"
She thought as well, "I guess I am the same as you. I don't know what I want to do long term, as a career, but I know right now modeling is fun, and I'd like to make a living off of it for the time being. But yeah, my major im Communication didn't really inspire me"
He nodded, "Same with my sports management degree. I'd never fucking coach sports"
"Why?"
"Cause sports create such an odd hierarchy weird environment. You saw it. I mean I was some kind of fuckin hero at UCLA, just cause I knew how to catch a fucking ball made of leather. And my teammates all thought they were these godlike fucking creatures worthy of everything"
"Ugh it's so true. And I mean I am no better. I was a cheerleader in high school and my god us and the footballers could have done anything and thought we were above it all. But it's like that with most sports, it's a horrible mindset"
Ryan nodded, "Exactly. That's why I like MMA. It's a singular sport, no teams no hierarchy with a hero mindset"
She was so interested in his view on football. She always thought of him like he said, this football legend, and to realize he hated it made her intrigued by him. She realized she had a lot to learn about him, and she was kind of excited.
It was about 2 hours later and they got caught up in talking that they forgot to make any plans.
She was laughing loudly, "Ugh and she pepper sprayed you?" she exclaimed, still laughing
Ryan nodded, laughing a little, "Yupp. All because I said I was related to Justin Timberlake and wasn't"
She laughed more, "That is insane. You are an idiot"
"Me? She pepper sprayed me in the face!"
"You tricked her into sleeping with you because she thought you were Justin Timberlakes brother!" She exclaimed, the laughter still coming
"If she was a real fan she would know he doesn't even have a brother!" he defended, amused
"How do you know he doesn't?" she teased
"Cause I am a goddamn American who knows about Justin Timberlake"
She laughed more, her arm finding its way to his leg for the thousandth time that night.
She calmed down from laughing and wiped a tear coming down her face, "Fuck" she breathed loudly, catching her breath
He smiled and finished his 3rd glass of wine and set it down, putting his arm on the back of the couch, behind her
She smiled sheepishly at him. She hadn't felt like this in a really long time- the laughter, the chatting, the butterflies. It was so new and exciting, and she missed this feeling. She looked at him and bit the inside of her lip. He was so sexy to top it all off. She knew he was good looking, there was no denying it, but ever since he admitted to wanting to kiss her at that bar, she noticed just how good-looking he was. His chiseled jaw, his sandy blonde hair, his bright blue eyes, his massive biceps, and the rest of his muscular body.
She felt herself drawn to him ever since they actually kissed. He was just so enticing to her now and she couldn't believe she had never felt like this towards him to this degree before.
"Can I ask you something personal?" she asked softly
He looked a little nervously at her, "I guess…."
"Were you ever going to tell me? Ya know, if me and Brett hadn't….."
Ryan looked down, thinking about the question. Would he have? He thought about if they never broke up, would he just go the rest of his life not saying anything?
"I, uh, donno," he started, "I mean look, I wasn't this obsessed freak who thought about you every second of the day, but yeah I….I liked you. A lot. And when you weren't around it was easy, like when you were in New York. It's just when you were around it was tough. So if I saw you guys all the time, for years, I don't know….maybe it would have slipped"
She bit her bottom lip, wondering how hard it was for him to see her and Brett kiss and stuff in front of him. It must have been awful. "I really never thought of you as this guy" she admitted. This guy who longed after a girl so passionately.
He scoffed with a small smile, "Yeah? Me neither. It kind of bites"
"Well it shouldn't anymore," she said, feeling her body leaning into his, wanting so badly for him to make a move. All this talking had just added to her wanting him.
Her words and actions gave him the go-ahead. His heart pounded again, feeling it in his throat, as he leaned closer. He reached up and put his thumb on her jaw and his hand around her head, cupping her face. He leaned down and kissed her, finding her lips even more incredible than last time. Their kiss started gentle but they quickly abandoned that when their tongues found each other again.
She felt her whole body on fire, as soon as he started to kiss her, and immediately became like a sex maniac. Granted before 2 days ago she hadn't had sex in a month and a half or so but still, she had never felt so sex hungry before.
He turned and lowered her onto the couch so he was above her, their kissing becoming hurried. She reached down, lifting his shirt over his head, not wanting it to be like last time where he had his shirt on the whole time. As soon as it was off she ran her hands over his taut abs and pecs, loving the feeling of his tense muscles as he kissed the hell out of her
He loved her hands on him and followed en suit and reached down and lifted her shirt off of her and quickly unclasped her bra as well before bending down and sucking on her chest. She groaned and ran her hands through his hair as he used his mouth and hands on her chest, finding herself already reacting way more violently than she has in the past.
As he played with her chest he reached down and yanked her skirt off of her, her hips lifting to help him. He then licked a trail down to her belly button, and then kissed down to her thighs, licking and nipping.
Her breathing heightened, anticipating where he would put his mouth and moaning just at the thought.
He had always wondered what she would taste like and the thought always got him hard as a rock. He wanted to just devour her, tasting as much of her as he could. Becoming impatient and finding it so sexy that her hips kept lifting in anticipation, he kissed up to her panties, and licked her through them, her panties already soaking wet.
She gasped and grasped the back of his head again, clutching his hair and pushing him into her, hoping to god he would just get the point at her impatience
He smirked and pushed her panties aside and lapsed her up, feeling his cock harden at her taste. His senses with into overdrive and his mouth started immediately working on her, swirling his tongue around her and into her before adding his fingers.
Her moans and gasps became laboured and her legs were shaking as they found their way over his shoulders, her heels digging into his back.
As much as he loved how she tasted he knew she was close, and he wanted her to cum around him and not get tired out on this. He pulled back and wiped his mouth, staring hungrily down at her
She whimpered at him stopping, finding it almost cruel.
He saw she was worked up and he smirked, "Just don't wanna tire you too quickly" he murmured before swooping his head down and kissing her, his tongue running over hers so she could taste herself
She found it hot when he kissed her after, and the taste, and she immediately pounced on him, wanting to fuck him so badly now that she was so worked up. He knew she had had enough and he did too so he stood up and flung her over his shoulder into a firemen's carry.
She squealed when he did that and he slapped her ass, which was near his face as he climbed the steps to her loft where her bed was. He wanted to fuck her in a space where he could spread out, no more cramped spaces like a car.
He got to her bed and threw her down. She lay there, sitting up on her elbows and watched as he pushed down his jeans and boxers, before kicking them aside to reveal his hard cock. She was about to sit up and suck on him, wanting so badly to now taste him, but he leant down and pushed her back, sliding off her panties, and pushing himself against her.
"I'm back on the pill," she murmured
And that was all he needed, he pushed her into her head board, spread her legs and entered her, easing himself slowly because of his girth and then pushing himself completely into her.
She yelled and clawed his back, feeling his condomless dick in her. Oh god, it felt so much better. She could fully feel him and could feel him throbbing in her and it felt so good she had to bite his shoulder.
Their pace started slow but like their kissing, it quickly became hurried, and within minutes the bed was shaking so hard the headboard was slamming into the wall. Marissa's screams echoed throughout the empty apartment, with Ryan's soft "fuck's" following them.
He had to constantly control himself because she felt so good he felt like cumming several times but tried to wait to get her off first. Her legs were around his neck as he fucked her with long and hard thrusts and she finally came with one loud scream, yelling his name. He then immediately came inside her, with a groan, and collapsed beside her.
It was silent besides their laboured breathing that filled the air. After minutes he looked over to her and she was looking at him. Her cheeks turned pink and she smiled shyly at him.
"Hey," she whispered
"Hey," he half smiled back at her
There was something really nice about their comfortable silence with one another. She bit her lip, studying him, and stopping herself from smiling.
"I'll be right back, stay here," she told him before getting up, throwing on her robe much to Ryan's chagrin. She went to the bathroom and then went to go get them waters downstairs in the kitchen. When she was gone he slipped back on his boxer briefs, just so he wasn't totally naked.
She came back up and handed him the water, before crawling back into the bed herself.
"Thanks," he said before guzzling half the bottle, absolutely parched.
She drank a lot of water too before turning to him, and smiling
"You didn't have to get dressed" she teased at his briefs
"Same to you" he gestured to her robe
She blushed and giggled, finding their silence, again comfortable.
"So, what do I do now?" he asked her
She giggled, "What do you mean?" she asked as she rested the side of her head against the headboard
"Do I like, leave now or?" he asked, not knowing what to do
She laughed, charmed by his oblivion once again. She bit her lip, liking his company, and genuinely not wanting him to leave.
"I mean, you can stay here. To sleep. If you want"
"To sleep?" he asked, never having done that before
She blushed, "I mean, yeah. Have you really not done that?"
He thought about it, "Only when I passed out from being drunk"
"Well….I mean it's not a big deal. It's late so you're welcome to just crash here"
He looked at her bed and did find it insanely comfortable and big. And staying here with her in this bed seemed so much more inviting then going back to his little apartment and his tiny bed.
"I mean, I'll just stay here I guess" he said, shrugging like it was no big deal
"Okay," she smiled softly before taking another sip of water and getting under the covers, tired from her pretty intense orgasm.
He was tired too from cumming, and got under the covers, facing her. She gave him this gentle smile and he smiled softly back at her. She looked so pretty, her hair a mess and her robe softly open. She was so pretty and he got to lay in bed with her and touch her. He had been missing out for so long now.
"Well, I for one am super happy you were at Seth and Summer's party" she admitted to him softly
He smiled widely, finding her confession insanely gratifying. This wasn't some fever dream; she liked him and they were lying in bed together after having sex. For once things kind of seemed to work out for him.
"You have no idea"