Owned (9 page)

All I could do was moan in response as he added a third finger and thrust it deep into my pussy. “Oh, yes. You like when I talk dirty, but you like when I
do
dirty things to you even more. Isn’t that true, Baby?”

“Oh god, Ryan,” I moaned breathlessly. “Yes. Fuck yes!”

He leaned in, exhaling heavily right in my ear. “You want me to fuck you right here in my shower, Sweetheart? You want my cock to stretch and fill you as I make you scream.”

“Ungh. Yes! I want you to fuck me, Ryan. Right here.”

I heard the sound of a condom tearing open and briefly wondered how the hell he’d gotten one into the shower without me noticing, but then I realized I didn’t care. I needed him to fuck me. That was all that mattered.

Ryan removed his fingers, and then immediately slammed into me. “FUCK!” I screamed, pressing harder into the wall. “So good, Ryan.”

He started thrusting faster, and when my legs began to give out on me, he wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me up. We stayed in that position for another few minutes, but just when I was on the brink of orgasm, he pulled out.

“What the hell, Ry…?”

I was cut off by him spinning me around and pinning me against the wall with his body, his mouth crashing against mine. He grabbed my right thigh and hitched it up over his hip, then slammed into me again.

“Jesus!”

He pulled back and smirked, never slowing his thrusts. “Oh, Baby, I don’t think even Jesus fucked this good.”

His lips met mine again as his hand came between us and palmed my breast, pinching and tweaking first one nipple, then the other. I was a writhing mess, and within minutes, I was done for. I had never cum so hard in my life, but when this orgasm hit, my vision went black and filled with little flashes of tiny white lights. The expression of seeing stars during sex had never made sense until now.

“That’s it, Baby, give it to me,” he cooed, finally slowing his thrusts as he kissed and nipped his way down my neck. “God, I love feeling your pussy walls milk my cock. You’re so fucking tight.”

When he finally stilled deep inside me, I leaned my head back and watched him cum. The pleasure on his face was unmistakable, and I knew it was a look I would never forget. Sure, he may have shared that look with hundreds of other women in the past, but this one was mine. I had caused it, and that was good enough for me.

After we were both satisfied, Ryan pulled out and took off the condom, tossing it outside the shower. “Oops. Looks like you’re all sweaty again, Baby.” He gave me his signature cocky grin, and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. “Guess we’ll have to try again.”

The desire burning within his deep green eyes as he stepped toward me had me clenching my legs together in anticipation.

By the time we finally stepped out of the shower, the water had long run cold, but the bathroom was still filled with steam. Never in my life had I been fucked so thoroughly. Still, it wasn’t enough for either of us, and after drying off, our eyes met again. Wordlessly, I dropped my towel and approached him. With our bare chests pressed together, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, kissing him hard. His hands found my ass, and when I felt him tap it, I knew what he wanted. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning when I felt his cock rub against my overworked pussy.

Still locked in a deep kiss, Ryan fumbled his way back to his bed with me wrapped around him. We spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening there, fucking like rabbits in every way imaginable. The only time either of us left was to use the restroom or to grab a bottle of water or snack.

I had lost track of how many times I’d cum, or even how many condoms we went through. None of it mattered. The only thing that was important this weekend was Ryan, and the fact that we were together. I was going to be damned sure to make it worth it.

Hours later, both of us hot, sweaty messes, Ryan finally gave in to sleep. Just before I drifted off myself, I realized that the end was drawing near. While I knew he and I couldn’t continue to see each other, it didn’t stop me from wanting it. Sure, I’d had my reservations about him when we’d first met, but they were gone now. Ryan Lawson was a good man, and one I knew I had to stay from away from after tomorrow if I valued my life. With a heavy heart, I placed my hand lightly on his cheek and kissed his lips, whispering a quiet thank you. I then closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion win out.

Ryan

I awoke with big brown eyes watching me.

"Hi," I yawned, stretching. Siena was sitting on the edge of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up. Fuck! Was she wearing another one of my shirts?

"Good morning," Siena smiled. "I made breakfast. Well brunch really, since it’s almost noon now."

"You did?" I asked, sitting up. Shit, it was definitely my shirt. I wanted to ask for it back and make her eat naked. Fuck no. If I was being honest, what I really wanted was to have her for breakfast again.

"If you're anything like Tony, you probably always skip the most important meal of the day. I noticed you did yesterday."

"I'm not usually up in time for breakfast—yesterday was no exception—but for once it was fucking worth it," I replied, getting out of bed and pulling a pair sweats on. Siena smiled warmly before following me into the kitchen. When she said she made breakfast, she wasn’t fucking kidding. There was enough to feed a damn army. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee. I didn’t even know I had all of this stuff in my kitchen.

"You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble," I muttered in awe. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken care of me so well.

"I wanted to thank you. Ryan, this weekend has been…amazing." Siena blushed, playing with her hands. I'd never seen her so unsure of herself before, and it was quite endearing. I crossed the room, pulling her into my arms.

"You will always be my perfect woman, Siena. I'll always be comparing everyone I meet to you now, and I know they'll never come close."

"You can't say things like that to me, Ryan." She smiled sadly, making me want to reach up to caress her cheek. "We both know what will happen if we get carried away."

"When is Tony's car coming for you today?" I asked, brushing her hair away from her face. I knew she was right, but I needed her to know how fucking special she was. Siena tilted her face into my hands.

"Later this afternoon," she whispered, looking deep into my eyes.

"We should eat, then. We don’t have much time left." I smiled sadly, moving away. "I take it you'd like to shower before you go later?" I couldn’t join her like I had yesterday because I knew we would get too carried away. She nodded as I pulled a chair out for her and poured us both a cup of coffee.

We tucked into our late breakfast, and shit, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until that moment. We hadn’t really eaten that much this weekend.

"Slow down! You'll get indigestion," Siena giggled, taking a bite of her pancake.

"I must have worked up an appetite in the last few days," I smirked.

"I'm not surprised. You're like a damn
machine,
Ryan. Where do you find the energy?"

"I didn't hear you complaining. You did a lot of screaming, but no complaining."

"I'm definitely not complaining," she smiled. "Actually, I was hoping we'd have time for at least one more round before I go." I dropped my fork and stared at her. Hell fucking yes. I was always ready for that sweet pussy of hers—screw the food. "I understand if you're tired. I was just…"

I pushed my plate away, I’d almost finished anyway. "Stand up, Baby," I smoldered, moving over to the side of my table that wasn't set for breakfast. I was going to finish eating, but she was going to be my meal. Siena stood, and I couldn't mistake the desire in her eyes. Oh, my girl wanted this—bad. When I reached her, I lifted her up onto the table and took the seat in front of her, pushing her back against the wood. Fuck, I realized she had no panties on as I pulled her toward my face, sliding my shirt up her body.

"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue right here, Siena," I cooed, running my fingers into her already slick folds. All she could do was moan wantonly. "Then I'm going to have you in my bed one last time, and rip my fucking shirt from your body." That had her whimpering and thrashing before my tongue had even made contact with her sex. "I'm going to miss this, Baby, and I've only had you for one weekend," I groaned, slowly licking up and down her folds.

"Oh god…deeper! Use your fingers, Ry…Ry…Ryan," she begged.

"No, Baby…I'm taking my time with this. I want to
savor
you," I teased against her center. She was so wet. I lapped up everything and kept her on the edge for half an hour before finally letting her fall down around me.

"You're such a fucking tease," Siena glared as I pulled her up into my arms to carry her back to my bed.

"I'm savoring you…just like I warned you I would." I grinned, setting her on her feet once we were back in my bedroom. Now was the time to rip that shirt from her body. I had what, a few hours left with her at the most? I could do a lot in that time.

"What about me savoring you?" she mused, running her hands down my bare chest and then tracing her fingertips across the top of my sweats.

"I didn't think..."

"Let me savor you, too. Please, Ryan?" Siena purred, pushing me down onto my bed. My dick stood at attention the moment I hit my mattress. My goddess slowly began undoing each of the buttons on her shirt as she moved to straddle me, but it was too fucking slow.

"Just let me do one thing," I said, sitting up. Siena looked confused until I ripped her shirt open in one swift movement, sending the buttons flying in every direction. "That's better," I smirked, leaning back down.

"This was your shirt, Ryan." She rolled her eyes at me as she peeled out of the remaining material.

"I know. I have plenty of others, and it was worth it." I grinned, gazing over her now naked body as her tiny hands worked on pulling my sweats off.

"Do you think Tony will be pissed at us for doing this? I mean, I know it was his fault, but what if he didn’t think we’d go through with it?" I asked in concern, hissing as her hands stroked my cock. I was worried for her, honestly. I could take care of myself when it came to that fucker, but I didn’t want him losing his shit and hitting her or something.

"I couldn't give a fuck about Tony right now. He said I could do whatever I wanted with you until the car picked me up on Sunday afternoon and that’s what I’m doing." Trust Tony, the stupid motherfucker, to take a few hours away from me. The bet had been until the evening, but I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. It would only be a few hours I was losing at most, and I’d already fucked Sienna in every way imaginable. Well, I kept telling myself it didn’t bother me, but it really fucking did!

"Fuck, Siena," I groaned as she positioned her soaking heat over my cock. "What about the condom?" I panted. She leaned over, picking one up from the nightstand. I had the joy of her breasts near my face and couldn't resist taking a lick.

"Right now, I want to show you you're not the only one who can fuck hard," she purred, rolling the condom down my length. Fuck, even
that
felt good. "Are you ready for me, Ryan?" She smiled wickedly, and without waiting for a response, she slowly eased herself onto me.

"Holy fuck," I tensed with pleasure. "I was born ready." She leaned down to pull on my bottom lip with her teeth before bracing herself on my chest as she began to ride my cock.

Shit, my girl could fuck. Holding onto her hips, I watched her breasts bounce up and down as she rode me. I should have let her do this more last night because it was pure fucking ecstasy. It didn't take long for me to spill my load. Siena hadn't even reached her climax before I snarled below her.

"Jesus, Siena," I panted.

"Told you I could fuck hard, too," she giggled, sliding off me and looking at her watch. Removing the condom, I tossed it off the side of my bed, too tired to reach for the trashcan. "I really need to think about getting ready soon." Did I see disappointment in her eyes? I'd never been good at reading her, so I wasn’t sure. Then again, I never thought she'd been interested in me, and she’d definitely proven me wrong there.

"Why have you been acting as if I hardly existed these last few years?" I asked as she wandered around my room, collecting her things. I really had thrown her clothes everywhere the other night. I was such a fucking animal.

"It was easier," she sighed, not looking at me.

"Easier?"

"I've always been attracted to you, Ryan. Just imagine what could have happened if I'd acted on that. We're lucky we were given a weekend. It has been truly amazing. I honestly never thought we would ever even get that." I was still lying on my bed, completely exhausted, but I was determined to fuck her at least one last time.

"You were doing that to keep away from me?" Fuck, this wasn't good. Should I really be encouraging her to talk about this? I couldn't stop, though; I had to know.

"I needed to, Ryan. We would have been killed if we did any of this behind Tony's back."

"I'd never…"

"I know you'd never cross Tony that way," Siena smiled, interrupting me. "I just wanted to make it easier for both of us."

"And you think it's going to be easier now?" I raised an eyebrow, sitting up. She walked back over to the bed, perching on the edge.

"It was just sex with someone I'm attracted to," she laughed. "Don't be so dramatic." I smiled, pulling her back onto the bed. "Ryan, I need to clean up the kitchen," she giggled as I climbed on top of her, nipping at her neck and massaging her chest.

"Leave that. I’ll do it later. I want to have sex with someone I’m attracted to right now, " I smoldered, moving my fingers down to her pussy and finding it dripping wet. "Plus, you didn't climax before." My cock was hard as steel again and ready for more. She watched as I reached for another condom and slid it over my length.

"And you're going to help with that, are you?"

"Indeed I am," I grinned, thrusting into her. We both moaned. I wasn't sure if it was because we knew we only had a few hours left together, or if we were just extremely horny, but it didn’t matter. Getting lost in the moment, we held tightly to each other while we kissed passionately as our bodies became lost in a frenzy of pure lust.

An hour and a half later, we caught our breaths, the sweat dripping off our bodies as we gazed into each other's eyes. Something silent was being said between us, but I was too fucking scared to listen.

"I better take that shower," Siena finally spoke, looking at the clock on my nightstand. Shit, we only had twenty minutes left before her car was supposed to pick her up. Where had the time gone? I nodded, pulling out of her. I think my dick actually whimpered.

I pulled my sweats back on and went to clear the rest of the breakfast dishes while Siena got ready.

Fifteen minutes later, she came out wearing skinny jeans and a tight black sweater. It didn’t matter what she wore; she always looked incredible. She'd tied her hair into a high ponytail, and fuck, I was already imagining pulling that while I fucked her from behind. Yeah, I was going to have to do a lot of fucking to get over this weekend.

"Well," Siena smiled nervously, placing her bag down on the floor beside her. "Thanks for a great weekend."

"It's me who should be thanking you," I sighed, walking over to pull her into my arms. I still had five minutes left, and I wasn’t going to waste them. "You didn't have to agree to this, and I hope you don't feel as if you've been used."

"I felt cherished in a lot of ways," she beamed, looking up at me. "It's been a while since I've felt like that."

"Tony adores you in his own way."

"He only adores what everyone else wants."

"He loves you, Siena," I muttered, stroking her face. "You must see that." I was lying to her of course. Tony wasn’t capable of loving anyone but himself. She was a smart woman and had probably already figured that out; I just didn’t want to confirm it.

"No he doesn't." She smiled sadly. I was going to speak but she continued on. "He loves, Trixie. He doesn't know Siena." Was she trying to say I did? Or was I reading way too much into things? Before I could respond, Siena stood on her tiptoes, grabbed my neck, and pulled my lips to hers. I took the kiss gladly. Damn, it was probably the last contact I would ever have with her, and I missed it already. Our tongues clashed, our hands devoured, clinging, squeezing and stroking each other. We were still kissing passionately when my doorbell rang.

We pulled apart slightly, even though it seemed that neither of us wanted to.