The Right Move: Chapter 29

With my back against the mattress, I leave my legs sprawled on the bed because this is what she wanted. Her on top, riding me. I’ll take her any way she wants, but I’m also well aware she’s being cautious about my injury. Though in this moment, there is no pain, only an overwhelming need to be inside of her.

“Come here,” I urge, my voice hoarse.

Indy is stunning, always has been, but now that I know her, seen the most vulnerable parts of her, I truly don’t think I’ve laid eyes on a more beautiful human. And when she straddles her naked body on top of mine, I’m done for.

Thank God she just made me come because there’s no way in hell I’d last more than ten seconds inside of her if she hadn’t.

Using my thumb, I rub her clit in tight circles, giving myself time to be ready to go again.

“Is this what you want?” I ask for reassurance.

Indy’s eyelids flicker, her palms braced against my chest. “I want you.”

I want you.

I’ve heard the phrase countless times, but the words haven’t held the same meaning until today. Teams have wanted me for my talent, agents have wanted me for my name, and women have wanted me for what I can provide.

Indy wants me for me.

“If this is what you want, then I do too,” she continues, trailing hot kisses along my jawline as she rocks her hips against my fingers. “If you want to wait, we can wait, but Ryan, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you.” She punctuates the statement by cradling my cheeks, leaning down, and kissing my lips like it’s the last time she’ll get the chance to.

But after tonight, there’s no going back. I’m all in.

I tried so hard to deny it. I had fully convinced myself there wasn’t a woman in the world that would change me, distract me, remind me of everything I once wanted. But in walked Indy Ivers, my living, breathing distraction, and I’m too weak a man to pretend as if she’s not single-handedly repairing all the broken pieces.

I thought I had loved someone once, but if this is what it’s supposed to feel like, now I know my heart was never fully invested before. I loved the idea of the life I thought I was going to have, but with Indy, even if we spend the rest of our days just the two of us in this apartment, I’d die a happy man with an abundantly fulfilled life.

“Indy.” I pull back to look at her, my brows pinched and eyes pleading. “I know you wanted this to be easy, but I can’t do casual with you. I’m in way too fucking deep to pretend you’re not it for me.”

“I don’t want casual.” She quickly shakes her head. “I never have, not with you. I’m sorry I let you believe that. You’ve been like a flash of lightning straight to my heart and I’ve been done for ever since. It was confusing.”

Those words have my cock hardening, growing against her ass.

“But you’re not confused anymore?”

“No. Because it’s become clear as day that you’re meant for me.”

“Fuck, Ind.” I drop my head back to the pillow below me. “Those are the prettiest words I’ve ever heard coming from the prettiest mouth.”

She glows under my compliment, once again grinding down on me.

Reaching into the nightstand, I grab the condom Dom gave me after dinner. I couldn’t exactly explain that I didn’t have one because I haven’t had sex in a couple of years, so I told him I had run out and with getting hurt, I didn’t have time to grab more. The guy’s got plenty of stock on hand at all times.

Slipping my hand up her spine, I cradle her neck and pull her lips down to mine, exchanging a few wet frantic kisses. Her tits rub against my chest, her ass grinds onto my cock, and I need her.

“Please,” I plead, urging the condom into her hand.

“Are you begging, Shay?”

“Yes,” I laugh. “I’m fucking desperate for you, Blue.”

“Good.” She tears the foil packet open. “I like you controlled for everyone else, but I want you unhinged for me.” She scoots down my body, sitting on my thighs. “Can you be that for me?”

“I can be anything for you, baby.”

I like her speaking into existence what she needs. Indy has centered her life around appeasing everyone else, but with me, I want her to be selfish. I want her to take.

We both stare intently as she centers the tip of the condom, and I have to breathe through my nose when her fist surrounds me to roll it down.

“Go slow with me,” she requests. “You’re bigger than I’ve ever had.”

“Keep talking, Ind. You’re good for a man’s ego.”

She smiles, climbing back over my hips and I take the moment to run my hands over her thighs and appreciate her body. My thumbs roll her peaked nipples. My palms cover her stomach and hips. My fingers cup her ass.

She’s so goddamn stunning and smart and she wants me.

Indy truly could have men falling to her feet if she were the type to ask for that, but instead, she wants me.

She lifts herself, rubbing her pussy against the length of my cock. That alone feels too fucking good.

I don’t speak because I physically can’t. My fingers dig into the flesh on her hips, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they left marks for her to find tomorrow. The anticipation is almost painful, and when my tip nudges her clit, pulling out the loveliest moan I’ve ever heard, I have to imagine just about anything other than the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen sitting naked on my lap so I don’t come before I’m even inside her.

I haven’t had sex in years and this woman is going to be my undoing.

Lifting up on her knees, she finds my cock and centers it. Her head falls back as soon as the tip rubs against her entrance, but she pauses there for too long. Breaking my stare away from our connection, I look up to find her watching me, and knowing her, she’s checking to make sure I’m okay.

I’m more than okay, so as we stare at one another, her brown eyes blazing into me, I hold on to her hips and push into her.

A shared gasp is the only sound in the otherwise silent room.

“So goddamn tight,” I grit out, slowly filling her.

“Ryan, it’s too much.”

“You can take it,” I reassure, but at the same time, I halt my movements, letting her adjust.

When she’s ready, she braces the headboard behind me, lowering herself the final inches, until she’s fully seated and stretched around me.

“There you go. Such a good girl for me, Ind.”

Her chest falls against mine, both our chests heaving in unison as I hold her there.

“I knew it,” I say breathlessly against her ear.

“Knew what?”

“That you were meant for me. Do you feel how perfectly we fit together?”

She nods against me, then rocks her hips slowly. She’s taking her time, and I’ll let her move at her own pace even if it kills me to not take more. I want her to know she’s in charge because I don’t know if she’s ever believed that.

Brushing her hair away, I pull her mouth to mine as she picks up pace, lifting herself to the tip before dropping herself back down.

“Fuck,” I exhale. “You feel too fucking good.”

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, drinking it in like a starved man. To be honest, neither of us are very quiet between the whimpers and groans echoing off the walls around us.

Grasping onto my stomach and arms, she leans back, sticking her chest out, her head falling behind her and giving me the view of a fucking lifetime.

From below, I watch as Indy’s tits bounce with her, her golden skin flushed and damp. Her blonde hair sticks to her forehead, her lips swollen and deep pink.

God, she’s magnificent.

Watching her, an overwhelming sense of emotion burns the back of my eyes. I find myself on the verge of crying like a little bitch because for the first time in four years I’m not thinking about anything other than how much I want this woman.

I feel free.

I feel like myself again.

“Stay with me, Ryan.” Indy’s hands bracket my face, her thumbs fluttering over my cheeks. “Stay with me.”

I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her chest into mine, sniffing away any lingering emotion. “I’m with you, Blue. You don’t have to worry about that.”

She gasps when I flex my hips and thrust inside of her, hitting at just the right spot, then she wraps her arms around my neck and hangs on for the ride.

The sound of wet skin fills the room as I hold on to her hips and ass, moving her up and down my length. A mixture of warm breath and hot kisses pepper my neck and cheek. I suck on her tits, and she scratches my skin while I fill her over and over again.

Every muscle is tight as I work our bodies together, but mentally I’ve never felt more at peace. Never felt so right as I do at this moment.

Never felt so in tune to another person as I do her.

There’s no mistaking what’s happening. No one is fucking. This is too special, too connected to call it fucking.

And as she whispers words to remind me of how much I mean to her, how she’ll choose me at every given opportunity, how much she wants me, it’s then that I know I’ll never be the same.

“Ry,” she cries with a strangled breath.

My thumb finds her clit between us, circling it, urging her to the edge with me.

“Wait. I want you to come,” she says.

“Don’t think about anyone else, Ind. Take what you need. I’m right behind you.”

She tosses her head back, exposing her slender throat, begging me to suck and nibble, and when she comes, moaning and worshiping my name, I get to feel the rumble of words against my lips.

She clenches around me, her tight pussy gripping me even more and when her mouth falls open in ecstasy, I fall with her. My cock spills into the condom. I let loose. I fully unravel, giving myself over to someone else’s control for the first time in too long. In combination with a few select curse words, her name falls from my lips like a grateful prayer because that’s exactly what I am.

Grateful.