Forever: A Lobster Kind Of Love (26 page)

I dropped down off the bar and leaned up on my elbow to face her. “I usually sleep naked.” She wasn’t freaking out; instead, she looked like she was weighing her options.

“Well, it’s your bed and your house, so you sleep however you are going to be most comfortable,” she said matter of factly.

I rebutted, “How do you normally sleep?”

“I usually sleep in a tank top and panties.”

“Well, get comfortable. Besides, the more skin contact the better…for body heat and all.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then wiggled out of my jeans, carefully avoiding my cock brushing against my zipper. That would be a buzzkill for sure. I pulled the blankets over me as Lydia watched the process. I held my arm out inviting her to come snuggle.

It was now or never.
I was in bed with Ryan. This was really happening. Sure, we had cuddled on the coach and made out like teenagers, but shit just got real. I was in bed with this gorgeous man and he’d just peeled off his clothes. As far as I could see, he was flawless. At this moment, it felt right. There was no awkwardness. Well, maybe a little. I just wanted to touch him all over.

I had rarely seen Ryan undressed. By the time I came in each day, he was usually clothed and showered. In the summer, he had sported tank tops, but that was as far as the skin show went. Now, the only thing separating him from showing me all there was to see was a pair of black boxer briefs.

With each movement, his muscles bulged and the veins in his biceps popped. I followed the ridges of his torso, down his abs to the man V and those veins that led to happy places. There was no hiding his arousal now. His tight boxer briefs outlined the length of his erection as it rested against his right hip.

Ryan pulled the blankets up, covering his lower half and held out his arm to me. I scooted over to him and nestled my body in the crook of his shoulder. As I tucked myself in his warmth, my phone vibrated in my pocket between us, startling me upright.

“Damn phone,” I said as I yanked it out of my scrub top pocket and checked to see if it was anything I needed to take care of.

“What else do you have in your pockets?” Ryan joked. I started to empty my pockets of pens, tissues, my chap stick, and gave up.

The hell with it
. I shoved everything back in my pockets, turned my phone off, and pulled my scrub top over my head. I dropped it on the nightstand where it made a thud. I then reached down and shimmied out of my scrub pants.

“Seriously Lyds, you were going to sleep with all that crap in your pockets?” He shook his head at me and held out his arm once more. I resumed my position and my body molded against his. Ryan pulled the blanket over my exposed shoulder and pulled me closer. As he rubbed my back, I turned into him, draping my leg over his as his soothing ministrations turned my body into pliable dough.

Lydia lay nestled in my arms and I couldn’t be happier. She’d finally taken off her scrubs and the thirty pounds of crap she was toting in them. The more I rubbed her back and kneaded at her muscles, the more she relaxed, and I could feel her body sag into mine.

She was tight against my side with both of her arms against her chest. I rubbed her shoulder with my other arm and drew her arm across my chest. I placed her hand on my heart as I caressed her.

She’d draped her leg across mine and her hot pussy radiated heat against my hip that sent lightning to my dick. As my growing cock began to poke up past the waistband of my boxers, the head of my cock brushed against it, sending a jolt up my spine.

“Are you cold?” Lydia mumbled up at me.

“No woman, I’m just fine.” I held her tightly and her hand began to drift from where I’d place it, across my chest. I let her lead the way and didn’t dare stop her. She had fought me every step of the way and if she wanted to explore, I wasn’t going to stop her.

I tried not to squirm, but as her fingers and fingernails traced the outlines of my chest, I couldn’t help let out a hiss as she grazed my nipple. I moaned softly, and she peered up at me through hooded lids.

“Am I bothering you? I’m sorry; I will stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” I whispered as I kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I placed my fingers under her chin to lift her gaze to mine. “You are not hurting me, but this is killing me.” I guided her hand down my abs until she bumped into the head of my cock. Her body tensed slightly, but she didn’t pull away. I rubbed the top of her hand and guided her across my length.

On the way back up, I stopped at my waistband but her hand drifted back up and she wrapped it around the crest of my cock. Stars filled the backs of my eyelids and I threw my head back with a moan. I pulled the front of my boxers down and allowed her access while she gripped my cock and made her descent. I pulled out my balls, rested them over my waistband, and rubbed my thumb against her hand as it gripped the base of my cock. She gave me a gentle squeeze, and I thought I would blow my load right then and there.

I let out the deep breath I was holding as I tried to control the growing sensation in my balls. Letting my waistband go, I cupped her face, bringing her mouth to mine. I took her mouth brutally, smashing my lips to hers. When she opened her mouth in surprise, I conquered her, seeking out her tongue. I was a starving man, and she was the only nourishment I wanted. When I bit her bottom lip and dragged it between my teeth, she tightened her grip on my cock.

“Yesss,” I hissed through clenched teeth and her grip never loosened, instead she pulled hard on my shaft. “I like it rough baby; you are not going to break me. Just like that.” I growled in her ear as she continued to fist my cock in glorious strokes.

I trailed my hand under her green tank top reveling in the silky feel of her creamy white skin. The shelf bra of her tank top interrupted my hand’s perusal, and I slipped my fingers underneath to cup a handful of her breast. She sighed against my shoulder as I continued to kiss her neck, capturing her earlobe in my teeth.

“Ryan please...”

I pinched her pebbled nipple and her back arched away from me. I pulled her back into me, licking up her exposed neck. “Tell me what you want, Lydia.”

She moaned as I rolled her taut nipple between my fingers and extended it gently.

“Ah, Ryan…” she gasped.

“Tell me what you want Lydia. I will give you anything, baby. What do you want?” I whispered in her ear, capturing her earlobe again and tugging. Her moans filled the air as she wiggled in my grasp. I wound my hand in her hair and pulled her head back, thrusting her chest forward.

I flipped her tank top over her breasts and took her nipple in my mouth. I suckled as I kneaded her perky breast. I drew my head back and tugged on her nipple with my teeth. She whimpered as she caught her breath and I thrust my hip seeking the sweet friction of her hand on my aching dick.

“You see how hard you make me? Every day, Lyds, every day my cock is hard for you.” Her eyes opened and she let go of me and slowly sat up.

With her eyes never leaving mine, she gripped her tank top and pulled it off, shaking her burgundy hair out.

I stared, in awe of her naked beauty. She had another tattoo on her hip of some stars and a Gemini symbol. I traced the outline as she sat back on her knees. She looked at me from head to cock as she bit her lip.

“Like what you see?” I said with a smirk. She absently nodded as she continued her visual feast.

Ryan was rock hard, his cock heavy in my hand. He was so thick and bulging, his veins forged a road map on his erect metropolis. My panties were soaked, and they were the only thing keeping me from jumping on top of him. I wanted to feel every one of those veins and ridges deep inside of me.

“You like what you see?” He asked with a cocky smirk and it was time. Time to stake my claim.

Piss or get off the pot.
I tugged my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and dragged them down to my knees in one swipe. Ryan fisted his cock, stroking it as he watched me intently. I bent forward, placing one hand on each side of his hips, kicking them off and pulling his boxer briefs off as I crawled between his legs.

“Where you going, baby?” He asked as he looked down at me. I answered him with a lick from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock as he let go, instead tangling his fingers in my hair.

He moaned as his face contorted in pleasure. I licked all around the head, giving extra attention to the sensitive underside of his crown, before taking him in my mouth. I tasted each glorious inch until my tongue reached beyond my lips, massaging the base of his stalk as he hit the back of my throat. I felt his grip on my hair tighten, but he didn’t force my head. I could feel the tension in his ferocious grip on my hair. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on the way back up to the crown of his dick. His breath was ragged as I plunged up and down increasing the pace.

“Lyds, no.” He pulled my head back and his cock fell from my mouth with a wet thud against his stomach. “Not like this baby. When I come I want to be balls deep inside of you.” He pulled me up, bringing me face to face with him and he devoured my mouth with a heated kiss. I wiggled and brought my legs up to straddle him as his throbbing cock nestled against me. I climbed up and dragged my drenched pussy across his length.

“Fuck Lydia, you are dripping wet, I can feel that.” I ground my clit into those bulging rigid veins and sweet electricity made my pussy clench in hunger to be filled by this man.

“Baby, you are going to be the death of me.” He was ready and so was I. With a hand on each side of him, I dropped my hips low, slid back up his length until the head of his cock popped into the channel of my throbbing labia. I slowly lined up until I felt his head dip into the slickness of my entrance. I wiggled my hips as my juices dripped onto his head. I leaned in and captured his mouth in a kiss, and I speared myself on his length.

A deep growl erupted from his chest as I bore down on him and rooted myself to the hilt. I felt like I was ripping in two, but I wanted all of him. He filled me to epic proportions, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to accept all of him. His cock stretched me as I lowered myself onto him.

“Please don’t move. One minute or this is going to be over.” He hissed as he grabbed my hips. I felt his dick pulsing and twitching deep in my pussy as he held me still.

After a moment, he exhaled, “Okay nice and easy. I’m trying over here but your pussy is so tight.”

I rose up slowly as his dick touched and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves that sent me into shudders. I stopped my ascent and gyrated my hips bringing electric friction to that sweet spot.

“That’s right, baby. That’s the spot. Take me, baby. Ride my cock.” Ryan encouraged me guiding and leading my hips. He reached down and rubbed my clit with the rough pad of his thumb, and I couldn’t control myself.

My body convulsed and I couldn’t control the shudders as he continued to rub my clit, driving each thunderous wave of my orgasm over me, blinding me with white light behind my clenched eyes. He released my clit as I tried to catch my breath. He grabbed my hips again and impaled me on his dick as he screamed his release into me.