The Right Move: Chapter 33

As soon as we are back in my hotel room to gather my things so we can go home, Ryan’s arms are around my waist, his lips ghosting the back of my neck.

For a man who I assumed was practically terrified of women, he has no issue touching me every chance he gets.

“Let’s get you packed up so I can get you home and in my bed.”

He grabs my things from the bathroom as I stuff my duffel bag with the clothes I wore yesterday.

“Ryan?” I call out.

“Yeah?”

“When did you start learning sign?”

He peeks out of the bathroom, half the door frame covering his tall body. “Your mom texted me to check in on you a couple of days after I met your parents. I asked for her advice on the best way to start learning since she was an adult when she learned too. We’ve been video chatting once a week ever since, and they’ve both been teaching me.”

Tears prick the back of my eyes before pooling at the base of my lashes because this man turns me into an emotional wreck in the best way possible.

“Your mom also helped me enroll in an online class which I’m passing with flying colors, thank you very much.” Ryan’s lips tug into a beautifully soft smile as he watches me from across the room. “Don’t cry, Blue.”

“I can’t help it.” I suck in a sharp intake of air. “I adore you.”

He chuckles, leisurely making his way to me, thumbing underneath my eyes.

“That’s why you sounded so casual with my mom when you walked in on us talking the other day,” I surmise.

“She’s funny. I like her a lot.”

“But not as funny as me, right?”

He laughs again. “Of course not.”

The pads of his fingertips graze against my cheeks before running down the column of my neck.

“Why?”

“Why what, baby?”

“Why are you learning sign?”

I’m fairly certain I know the reason, but I want to hear him say it.

“Because they’re your family and you’re mine, and the fact you even have to ask is mind-blowing to me. Learning to communicate with your family is the bare minimum, Ind.”

I guess it is, but I didn’t know the bar was on the floor until Ryan Shay walked into my life and quietly raised it to the fucking moon.

“And because I love you and when I tell your dad that, I’ll be the one to say it.”

The pads of his fingers skate along my collarbone, dusting the skin at the top of my breasts. Ryan’s eyes roam every inch of me, his pupils dilating and going dark. His hands are so commanding and controlling in his career, but he touches me with a soft delicacy as if he’s savoring every inch of my skin.

His middle finger traces my sternum, dipping into the “V” of my strapless sweetheart neckline.

“Two hours is a long drive.”

His deep voice alone has heat pooling between my legs.

“Too long,” I agree, stepping into him, my palm flattening over the zipper of his pants where an impressive bulge is waiting. “This would be awfully uncomfortable to drive with.”

“You going to take care of it, Blue?”

I unfasten his belt. “As long as you take care of me.”

His warm lips meet the soft flesh under my ear. “I’ll always take care of you.”

And though we’re speaking in sexual terms here, it’s not lost on me that Ryan will always take care of and protect me, the same way I will him.

By nature, I’m a nurturer, and now that I can look back with clarity, that part of my personality has been exploited in the past, but not once has Ryan taken advantage of me. He’s been alone for too long, and it’s a privilege to take care of him.

Hands sliding under his button-down shirt, I untuck it from his pants, meeting his warm flesh with my palms. I’ll never tire of touching this man. He’s big and smooth, and I plan to memorize the way his stomach quivers when my nails skate over his abdomen.

His lips trail kisses over my throat and collarbone while he quickly unzips the back of my bridesmaid dress. Thanks to the built-in strapless bra, I’m bare when it pools at my hips.

Ryan exhales a gravelly hum in appreciation, looking down at my bare chest and peaked nipples. He runs a thumb over one.

“These fucking tits, Ind.” He pinches me, drawing out a low moan from my throat. “And these goddamn nipples. So pretty between my fingers.”

“Even prettier on your tongue.”

He chuckles a silent laugh. “Needy tonight, Blue?” Pulling a single white flower from my hair, he toys with it, spinning it in between his fingers before brushing the petals over my chest. “Because there’s nothing in this world I’d love more than hearing you beg, and trust me, baby, I won’t stop until I hear it.”

There’s a different energy to Ryan tonight, and I’m quickly realizing that the night we had sex was simply a warm-up. As if he was dusting off the cobwebs after years of celibacy. The realization is equal parts thrilling as it is terrifying.

The silkiness of the petals lightly brush over my nipple, the delicate sensation almost too much on my heated skin.

I shudder, but don’t speak.

He moves to the other. “I’ll give you everything you want, but you’re going to have to use that talented mouth of yours and ask for it. I liked how polite you were the other night, so make sure you use your manners to say ‘please’ while you do.”

Taking a centering breath, I sling my arms over his shoulders as he continues to toy with the flower over my stiff flesh. “Will you have your way with me, Ryan? Will you to do all the things you’ve always wanted to do to me?”

A single brow lifts.

“Please,” I add.

“That’s an awful lot of things, Blue.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we live together and have all the time in the world, but Shay, if you don’t replace that flower with your mouth, there will be no ‘pleases’ tonight, just a string of colorful curse words directed straight at you.”

He huffs a laugh before swooping me up, my legs around his hips. “It’s cute you think you’ll be able to speak while I’m pounding into you.”

Taking me across the room, my back slams against the wall as his mouth slams onto mine. Frantic kisses, clashing teeth. I love controlling Ryan, but unhinged Ryan makes me weak.

There’s nothing calculated about the way he kisses and grinds his body into mine. It’s messy and I fucking love it.

Finally, he takes my breast in his mouth, wet heat surrounding me. He gnashes with his teeth, pulling at my skin and biting me. My body will be decorated with colorful marks tomorrow, which is more than fine by me. Purple is my favorite color after all.

“If I touch your pussy right now, is it going to be wet for me?”

I quickly nod. “Touch me and find out.”

“Was that in the form of a question?”

“Jesus,” I breathe out. “What is this? Jeopardy?”

Ryan laughs. “I need you to hear yourself ask for it, Ind.”

I give up the fight because more than anything, I need him to touch me. “Will you touch me and find out just how wet I am for you?”

Using his hips to pin me to the wall, he pulls my dress up, the chiffon fabric bunching around my waist. He adjusts, looking down at the space between us, pushing the material out of the way. To no surprise my nude-colored thong is soaked.

“Mmm,” he hums in satisfaction. “Good girl. You’re drenched.”

My head falls back to the wall behind me as I watch him run the back of his finger up my slit. He uses that same finger to push my thong to the side, baring my throbbing center. He circles my clit before gathering my arousal and slipping it into his mouth.

“Dear God,” I exhale, watching him taste me.

“Who are you praying to?”

“I’m not sure.”

He moans at the taste of me. “Well, just be sure to use my real name when I make you scream.”

Ryan takes me to the bed, tossing me on the mattress. I’m tall for a girl and I’ve never had the pleasure of being thrown around. I want to be bent into different positions. I want to be held and heaved. I want to feel dominated.

With the predatory way Ryan is stalking towards the bed, I have no doubt I will be.

He unbuttons his shirt as he stands over me, slowly revealing his cut chest and carved stomach. “Ask me for what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He doesn’t react, only continues to undress for me.

“Will you please fuck me?” I correct without guidance.

His ocean eyes flicker to me with a wash of pride. “My smart girl is learning, I see.”

“Do you like this, Ryan? Do you like me begging for every little thing?”

He tosses his shirt on the floor—surprisingly.

“Do you?”

A flush heats my cheeks. “Yes.”

Unzipping himself, he steps out of his pants, once again reminding me of just how impressive he is. “That’s because you know I’ll give you every fucking thing you could ever ask for. You stopped worrying about your own needs a long time ago, Indy, but I want you to hear yourself ask and I want to watch you take.”

Goddamn. I’m fairly certain this man could make me orgasm from his words alone.

But he’s right. I never thought about it that way, but there’s a vulnerability in asking for the things I want and expecting them in return. I spent a lot of years asking and hoping for the life I wanted. It’s almost as if my words were never heard so I stopped asking at all.

Ryan wants me to ask and expect a return because he’ll deliver, and I know he’s not only referring to the bedroom, but our life outside of these walls.

“So, ask me for what you want, Indy.”

“Will you explain, in detail, everything you’re going to do to me?” Licking my lips, I find myself enjoying the taste of those words.

He grabs my dress bunched at my hips and yanks it, pulling me to the edge of the bed before slipping it down my legs. It meets his pants and shirt on the floor, and I want to praise him for being in the moment and not giving a shit about them.

A wicked grin lifts on his lips. “First”—he pulls me by my wrists to sit up—“you’re going to take these off me.” He places my fingertips on the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Then you’re going to make some of your pretty noises that I love so much when you put my cock inside your pussy. I’m going to pull your hair. I’m going tell you how well you’re taking it, how pretty you look stretched around me. I’m going to fuck you on your back then on your knees. And when you come, it’ll be after I give you permission to.”

My thighs rub together, but Ryan separates them, taking another step towards me.

“And the whole time, I’m going to give you everything you need because I love you.”

Hands threaded into my hair, he does exactly what he promised, pulling my head back to kiss me. Languid strokes of his tongue run against mine as we take our time, savoring every lick and taste. There’s nothing rushed about it, until I pull his briefs down and circle the base of his cock with my fist.

Tugging and stroking it in my hand, Ryan’s kisses become deeper, more passionate, punctuated by grunts and moans. Even though he’s in control, both of us are acutely aware of who is truly in charge. If I wanted to take over, he’d gladly let me, and I love that dynamic. I choose to let him use me however he wants.

Ryan pulls my underwear off, quickly discarding them, and my legs automatically circle his, pulling him into me. I lie back as Ryan’s cock slides against me.

We both whimper.

He repeats the motion, staring as my arousal coats his dick. Skin to skin. Hard and soft. I want him bare and inside of me so much it hurts, but I’ll never say it. Not yet anyway.

“Fuck,” he exhales, running his length through me. “Look how good it looks with you all over me, Blue.”

His cock is stiff and hot, angry veins running the length. A simple slip and he’d be inside of me, filling me. I can see him thinking, watching with admiration. He doesn’t want to stop to grab a condom.

I stay as still as possible, letting him make the decision, but my arching back and heaving breaths make it hard to do so.

Pulling his hips back, he runs himself over me one more time before cursing under his breath, closing his eyes, and pulling away.

The condom is on him before I know it. I scoot back, hauling my head up to the pillows as Ryan crawls onto the mattress between my legs.

“Open these nice and wide for me, Ind.” Sitting up on his knees with his hands hooked under my thighs, he spreads me open. “Good girl. So fucking pretty on your back. Now put it in.”

“You don’t have to ask?”

His laugh is dark. “There’s not a world in which we exist that you want me to ask for permission once you’ve already given it. You act like I don’t know you, but I’ve learned you, Blue. I see how wet you get when I tell you what to do. You want me to boss you around and you want the praise when you meet the challenge. You don’t need me to beg for you out loud because you already know how fucking weak I am for you.”

He’s right. I don’t want polite. I want him to demand then tell me how well I’m doing.

“Now put my cock inside your pussy. I want to watch myself sink into you.”

I take him, rubbing him against me to coat the condom, and when I tap the head of his cock against my clit a couple of times, Ryan’s head falls back.

“Will you to look at me, Ryan?”

Without hesitation, dilated pupils meet mine. His chest heaves with heavy breaths and he keeps his intense stare right on me as I guide him inside.

Our mouths mirror each other, falling open.

He meets some resistance from my body because after only one time together, there’s no way I’m used to his size yet. Ryan thumbs my clit, relaxing me as he slowly pushes inside, letting my body adjust along the way.

“So fucking good,” he breathes, staring at our connection. “You take me so well, Ind. So tight, but so perfect.”

He feels amazing once I’m fully stretched around him. He threads his hands through mine, pushing them into the mattress. He takes my lips, and he doesn’t move until I adjust my hips, asking for it.

Pulling back, he thrusts into me, the headboard hitting the hotel wall behind it.

“Oh, fuck, Ryan.”

He moans and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. “You feel so good, Blue.”

Body rolling, he thrusts inside me again. The wall rattles with the movement, and part of me feels sorry for our neighbors, but most of me doesn’t have the capacity to feel much sympathy with how full I am of him.

Eyes never straying, we watch the effect we have on one another.

His hands leave mine, instead lifting the back of my thighs and pushing my knees to my chest. The slight change in angle has him driving deeper, and my eyes roll back when I swear I can’t take any more of him.

“You like that?” he asks with deep, punishing thrusts.

And Ryan wasn’t wrong when he said I wouldn’t be able to speak while he’s pounding into me. The words are caught in my throat from the overwhelming fullness of him hitting just the right spot. I can’t see straight. I can’t think straight. All I can do is feel. There’s so much of him.

Ryan eases back when I don’t respond, keeping his thrusts consistent, but less severe.

“Harder,” I beg, the heels of my feet digging into his shoulders. “Will you fuck me harder?”

He watches me for a moment, a slight gleam of sweat shining on his forehead. After a beat, a devilish grin spreads across his lips. “You have no idea what you just did.”

He pulls out of me, instantly flipping me onto my stomach. “Get on your knees.”

His palms wrap around my hips, pulling them up, and I find myself on all fours. Ryan doesn’t want that though, evident by the way he pushes between my shoulder blades until my head is buried in the bed and only my ass is in the air.

He circles my clit. “So wet, Ind. You like being thrown around?”

Turning my face into the mattress, I watch him from over my shoulder and nod.

His dark eyes soften, running an appreciative palm over my ass and spine. “You should see yourself, baby. Goddamn breathtaking.”

“Ryan?”

His eyes find mine.

“Will you fuck me now?”

He chuckles before the air shifts again and the untamed beast is back to play. Hand brushing over my hair he wraps it around his fist once. Twice.

Reaching underneath my legs, I take his cock and center him, guiding him inside.

His free hand grips my hip as he rams into me. He’s so deep at this angle, his pelvis bone smacks against my ass.

The room fills with the squeak of the mattress and mixed moans from us both. Sweat beads on my forehead and though Ryan is dominant and controlling in this position, the desperate sounds that come from his throat reminds us both that he has absolutely no control when it comes to me.

He pulls my hair, lifting my back to his chest. One arm wraps around my waist as his lips meet my ear. “I’m gone for you, Ind. I love you so fucking much.”

Our parted lips meet. “I love you too, baby.”

He whimpers at the name, forehead falling to mine.

His soft vulnerability has me clenching around him.

“Not yet. Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”

“Ryan,” I cry when he changes his tempo.

He flips me over, keeping my legs wide as he fills me again. “Ask me, Blue. Ask me because I will give you everything you could ever want.”

Holding himself over me, every muscle in his chest and stomach contracts, rippling under his skin. He’s clearly on the verge of coming himself, but he’s attempting to keep his promise of making me come only after I ask.

I wrap my arms around him to pull him down, needing his skin on mine, wanting him as close as possible.

“Ryan, will you please make me come?”

He drives into me over and over again, and though he doesn’t say a word, when he circles my clit with the pad of his finger, I know that’s his silent permission.

“That’s my girl,” he praises. “There you go.”

Blinding euphoria flows through me, arching my back off the bed as he fucks me through it, and as soon as I can see straight again, he pulls out before he comes.

He switches us, him on his back and me on top. He takes both my hands in a single of his, holding them behind my back as he positions me to sit on his face.

“Ryan,” I cry out when his tongue lashes my swollen and sensitive clit. “Oh God, it’s too much.”

He doesn’t listen, doesn’t stop, because though I’m complaining about another impending orgasm building directly after the last, I’m still rubbing my pussy over his mouth.

He sucks and licks, holding me restrained and at his complete control.

Falling forward, I whimper when his tongue dives into me. He growls a satisfied hum at that, vibrating my whole body.

“Come for me again, Blue. You can do it.” Then he flicks my clit after giving me permission, and I’m coming on his tongue.

I’m still trembling from two orgasms in less than two minutes when he flips me onto my back and opens my legs. Slowly, he slides back in and my contracting walls have his eyes rolling back when I pulse around him.

Ryan falls on top of me, fingers threaded through mine. He leans in close to my ear as he evens his tempo, taking his time and we’re no longer fucking. Our soaked skin slides against one another and the space around us is filled with promises and whispers of how much we love each other.

“Ind, I need one more from you.”

“I can’t.”

My body is wrecked and overwhelmed, and even after two exploding orgasms, it betrays my words, ready for a third.

“Give me one more, and I’ll come with you this time.”

He kisses me, tongue sweeping in as his cock thrusts in and out, filling me and ruining me at the same time.

I fucking love this man and I love watching him unravel because of me.

“Will you make me come, Ryan?” I whisper against his lips.

His hands clench around mine, fingers locking before he rolls his body, his pelvis bone hitting my clit with a rhythmic tempo.

I’m coming again, and as soon as I do, his entire body is shaking, muscles tensing, stomach contracting. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, he releases, holding me through his orgasm while repeating breathless reminders of how much he loves me.

We’re both sweaty messes and entirely lost in our own world where it’s only him and me existing. Happy, unbothered, and completely in love with each other.