Owned (8 page)

Siena

I woke up the next morning to the feel of Ryan’s tongue lapping at my clit while he slid two fingers into my pussy. God, the man was insatiable, but I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. He definitely knew how to fuck better than anyone I’d ever been with. It’s like he’d already worked out my body perfectly, and knew exactly what to do to make it sing for him.

It wasn’t long before I was twining my fingers through his hair and holding him to me as I fought off my orgasm. Holy fuck was I ready to explode. Ryan must have sensed that I was holding back, because he bit down on my clit hard, making me cry out in pure pleasure as my muscles contracted and I clenched down around his fingers.

“That’s it, Baby. Give it to me. Let me drink that amazing fucking honey of yours.”

His words, along with the fact that his fingers curled and massaged that special spot inside me, sent me over the edge and I came harder than ever before. “FUCK ME!” I screamed, my back arching off the bed as my body convulsed.

“Oh, I plan to, Baby. Don’t worry,” he teased cockily before diving back down in between my folds and lapping up my cum. “God you taste so fucking incredible.”

When he was satisfied, he began to kiss and lick his way up my naked body, pausing around my bellybutton for a moment, then my boobs. The whole time, I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

“Please, Ryan! Quit teasing me and just fuck me already!” I begged, grabbing his arms and pulling him up to me. The moment we were face to face, our lips crashed together. When our tongues met, I moaned, overwhelmed by the taste that exploded in my mouth—my own cum.

Without warning, Ryan lined himself up and thrust inside my dripping pussy, and the force was enough to make me break the kiss and throw my head back in ecstasy. I was so lost in the kiss that I never felt him slip a condom on. “Mmm, Baby, I love the feel of your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. So fucking tight…so fucking perfect.”

I tried to respond, but the only sound that came out was a high-pitched keening as he began thrusting harder and faster. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my nails into his skin, pulling him closer to me. It was useless though, because no matter how hard I tried, I could never pull him close enough.

Time stood still as his cock massaged my g-spot with each thrust, and despite the fact that I tried to hold off my orgasm, it washed over me quickly. With a few more pushes of his hips, Ryan stilled. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with him as he came, and holy fuck! If I thought he was sex on legs before, it was nothing compared to watching the man cum. He was a fucking god, and damn did he have a quick recovery time.

It must have been after noon when we finally came up for air. I was getting a bit sore, but there was no way in hell I was going to say anything and miss out on more incredible sex with him. For the first time in years, I wasn’t hiding. I was Siena Clark, and it felt good.

The sound of my stomach grumbling was enough to finally pull Ryan out of his sex-driven haze, and we decided to take a few minutes to grab a snack. When he got up from the bed, however, it was me who needed to cool down. The guy had the body of Adonis—carefully sculptured perfection that I’d only ever imagined.

My eyes were locked on his naked ass as he bent down to pull a pair of boxers from his dresser, and as if he could feel them burning into his skin, he turned around wearing a very cocky grin.

“Maybe you should take a picture,” he teased, stepping toward the bed again. “It’ll last longer.” The movement caused his semi-erect cock to bounce, and my eyes to go from his face down south. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, and that seemed to be enough, because I watched him harden before my eyes. “See something you like, Siena?” he said huskily, taking another step toward the bed.

I could hear him talking, but his words weren’t making any sense. The only thing I could focus on was his cock, and how badly I wanted to taste his cum. Without responding, I got out of bed and closed the distance between us, dropping to my knees in front of him.

“It’s my turn,” I purred, reaching up to take him in my hand. He was about to protest, but his words trailed off the minute my tongue met his heated flesh. We both moaned together, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him all the way into the back of my throat, until my nose pressed flat against his stomach.

“FUCK YES!” he grunted, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair as I started to move back and forth along his length. Each time I would pull him in, I swallowed around him, and the groans that erupted from his chest were primal.

It wasn’t long before his fingers were tangled in my hair and he was holding me in place as he fucked my face. I brought my right hand up and started teasing his balls, which only served to excite him more. “God, Baby,” he panted, “everything about you is so fucking perfect.” He paused to thrust a few more times, then continued. “Even your mouth was made to wrap around my cock.”

“Mmm,” I moaned in agreement as I brought my hands up and dug my nails into his ass. Hollowing out my cheeks, I began sucking harder. I wanted him to cum this time, and I wasn’t about to let him pull away.

“Siena…Baby…” He tried to take a step back, but I held him to me and hummed around him. “FUCK! I’m so fucking close, Baby! I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep that up.”

After trying to step back again and being unable to, he lost his resolve and held my hair tighter, shoving his cock down my throat and holding me there.

“FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” he roared a split second before I felt hot spurts of his cum streaming down my throat. I continued to suck and swallow around him, milking him for every drop. When his body relaxed, I removed my hands from his ass and let him step back. What I didn’t expect was for him to fall on his knees in front of me and cup my face in his hands. The gesture was sweet and melted my heart, because for a moment, I could pretend it was real.

“My god, Siena, you are absolutely fucking perfect,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “If only—”

I cut him off. “Stop, Ryan. Don’t say it please. You know we can’t go there. You won a weekend with me in a bet, but that’s it. I go home tomorrow, back to Tony. We can’t start letting real feelings complicate things.” I took a deep breath and stared back into his eyes for a second before continuing. “It’s just sex, right?”

Knowing I would cave if I stayed there, I rose from my knees and sauntered over to his dresser, opening the top drawer. I pulled a pair of boxers out, closed it, and then opened the one underneath.

I could feel Ryan’s eyes on me, watching my every move, but I didn’t let that stop me. After I found what I was looking for, I removed it from the drawer with a big smile on my face. I had always fantasized about wearing something that belonged to Ryan, and now was the perfect time.

As I turned around with a folded T-shirt in one hand and boxers in the other, I saw him look at me curiously. With a grin, I shook out the shirt and then slipped it over my head before running my hands along my torso to smooth out the material. It was huge on me, but I didn’t care because it smelled like him. “I thought it might be easier on both of us if we put some clothes on while we grabbed a snack,” I explained.

Ryan’s eyes looked hungry as he took a step toward me. “I don’t know if wearing my clothes was the best option, Siena,” he growled. “You look even fucking hotter now. All I can think about is ripping that shirt from your amazing body and fucking that pussy of yours raw.”

I couldn’t help but giggle because I was already raw, I just didn’t tell him that. “Don’t even think about it, Mister,” I said as I put my hand with the boxers against his chest and pushed him away from me slightly. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to go find a snack. You’re welcome to join me if you want, but there will be no funny business, got it?”

“Got it,” he huffed like a petulant child who had just had his candy taken away from him. It took everything I had not to burst into laughter at his display of immaturity.

Biting the inside of my lip, I let go of the boxers, then turned to the door and walked out, not even waiting to see if he followed.

After snacking on some sandwiches and chips, I put our dishes in the sink and turned back toward Ryan’s room. He followed me wordlessly, but I could feel his eyes boring into me like he was a starving man and I was his last meal. We got to his room, and instead of going to the bed, I turned toward the bathroom. Looking at him over my shoulder, I spoke, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to take a quick shower to rinse off. For some reason, being fucked silly for almost 18 hours straight has me feeling like I need one.”

His face fell a little, but he shrugged nonchalantly. “Go right ahead, though I kind of like the fact that you smell like raw sex.”

I had to clench my legs together at his words, but stepped into the bathroom without saying anything. Once I had stripped down and walked into his amazing shower, I reached for the knob to turn the water on. I tried to get the temperature right, but couldn’t figure out how to control it. After about five minutes, I gave up and turned to call for Ryan. I was startled to find him leaning against the doorframe with a cocky grin on his face.

“Having problems, Baby?” he asked, stalking toward me. He had already stripped out of his boxers, so he stepped into the shower with me and pulled me flush against him.

I pushed his chest playfully. “Were you standing there the whole time?” I questioned. The smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know. “You
bastard!
” I started laughing as I pushed him again. “You
knew
I’d have problems figuring out your shower and you didn’t say a word!”

He backed me up against the cold tile, sobering me immediately. “I wanted an excuse to join you,” he whispered as he leaned in and ran his tongue along the curve of my neck. “God, Siena, you are too fucking sexy for your own good.”

Just as my knees were about to buckle from his touch, Ryan stepped back and adjusted the water temperature. The cold liquid that had been flowing before began to heat up, and soon after, the bathroom filled with a thick, hot steam.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the wall, positioning me directly under the hot spray. As water ran in streams down my body, Ryan grabbed some body wash and a loofah. With our eyes locked, he began to rub the loofah all over me, paying special attention to my most sensitive parts. When the front of me was covered in soap, he turned me around. “You might want to brace yourself on the wall, Baby.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant until he started running the loofah down my back and over my ass. He spread my legs, and as he did so, I placed my palms flat against the cold tile in front of me.

The fingers of his free hand parted my pussy lips, and before I could react, he slid two inside. “Oh, fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, laying my forehead against the wall and opening my legs a little more.

“Fuck, Siena. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of exactly this—to have you naked in my shower.” He thrust his fingers in and out a few times, curling them to massage deep inside me and causing my knees to buckle. “The only difference was I wasn’t fucking you with my fingers. I was leaving imprints in your pussy walls with my cock as I fucked the hell out of you.”

His words had a wave of arousal flowing from me, and if he couldn’t tell because of the running water of the shower, I was sure he could tell when I clamped down around him. “Mmm, you like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”