Author’s Note: It’s 3 am and I can’t sleep so here’s another 2000+ words on how much I love Rylee and Owen.
My body was still humming from coming when I asked if he wanted to stay the night.
“Is that even a question?” He said, finally removing his shirt and cuddling in closer to me. We laid together completely bare. All I could hear was the sound of his breath mixing with mine as I buried my head into his chest. Cuddling after sex was new to me, but all I could think as his arms were wrapped around me was, I could get used to this.
“Rylee?”
“Yeah?” I said, pulling my head away so I could look at him. He looked like he had a lot on his mind as he tried me to pull me in closer.
“Can you feel that?” He placed my hand on his heart. I could feel every goddamn beat of it. I looked at him with wide eyes as he kissed my nose sweetly. “I guess it’s just what you do to me.”
“Owen.” I moaned. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
He knit his brows together in confusion. “Why not? It’s how I feel.” He paused a moment and sighed. “You make my heart race.”
I rolled my eyes even though I was practically bursting on the inside. He was so different from the rest. “You’re a rare breed, you know that?”
“My mom always told me I was special.” He said jokingly. I shoved his shoulder lightly but he barely even moved. “Please tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking I need a drink.” I rolled out of bed and grabbed my robe off the back of my door. “Want anything?”
“Too young to drink and too smart to start now.” He winked at me, grabbed his glasses, and followed me out of the room. Between his legs his limp cock swung as he walked and fuck, let me just say this, he’s definitely not much of a grower. How does he move with that thing?
I pulled a seltzer from the fridge and checked the clock on the stove. It was barely 9pm. “So, the night is young. Want to watch a scary movie or something?”
“Do you have any games?” He asked me.
I smiled at him over my drink. Tugging on his hand I pulled him over to the closet in the hall and showed him the goods. “Take your pick.”
He took Battleship off the shelf and smirked at me. “But with stripping.”
“Strip Battleship?” I asked him. “How does that even work?”
“Every time I sink a ship you strip.”
I looked at him blankly. “I’m wearing a robe.”
“Go put something on then. And I’ll get back in my clothes.”
I paused in consideration. “Okay. Grab the game. I’ll be right back.”
In my room I searched until I found the sluttiest outfit I owned. I finished my seltzer as I dressed, then headed to the fridge for another.
“What the fuck?” Owen said. “You can’t wear that.” I noticed him adjust himself in his jeans.
I rounded the corner, donned in a purple and black corset, a black thong and thigh high fishnet stockings. My breasts were all but bulging out. “I can wear whatever I want. You know you like it.”
“Indeed I do.” We sat down on the floor in the living room and assorted our ships and missiles. After the game started he was the first to sink a ship. “Go on, strip.”
I took another sip of my seltzer, definitely feeling the buzz as I stood up. “What to remove…” I said, faking a reach for my corset as I took off a stocking instead.
“Boooooo.” Owen groaned. My next turn I sunk his smallest ship. “Well since I know you like my shirt so much…” He undid his jeans and tossed them aside. Tucked inside his briefs was a raging hard on. I licked my lips, unable to look away.
“Seriously, you’re hard again?! It’s only been an hour!” Impressive.
“You do things to me, okay?”
Heat began to swim in my veins, pooling deep into my center. “Fine. Along with stripping, the next person to sink a ship must perform a sexual act of the other’s choosing for two minutes.”
“Deal.”
It took a few turns but unfortunately, he was the next one to sink my biggest ship. “No fair!” I said as I took off my other stocking.
“Come here.” He said, pointing his finger at me and curving it his way.
“Yes sir.” I said, crawling over to him seductively, swaying my hips and puffing out my chest in his direction. I almost popped a tit. “What do you require of me?”
He pulled his cock out of his briefs and pointed at it. “Touch me while I kiss you.” It sounded tame enough. I set a timer on my phone for two minutes as I crawled into his lap and began stroking his magnificent cock. It was so nice and long that I could use both hands at once.
His kiss started off soft and innocent but by the time the timer went off I had him pinned to the floor, his cock rubbing between my thick thighs as I kissed him senseless. Whenever he kissed me, I melted on the tip of his tongue. I was nothing more than a puddle in his grasp.
“Fuck.” He groaned as I turned off the alarm.
“What?” I asked and he shook his head, refusing to speak. “Say it, Owen. Whatever it is that you’re thinking, say it.”
“I don’t want to stop. I want to touch you again until your body’s shaking beneath mine. I want to taste you again until you’re coming on my tongue, until you’re screaming in pleasure. When it comes to you I never want to stop.”
Wow. I had no words because what he said stole the actual breath from my chest. I was reeling, overcome with all those damn feelings again.
“Why must you do this to me? I hate feeling things.”
“You know it could be good for you. I could be good for you.” He said earnestly.
Fuck, he was already so good for me and so good to me too. I pinned him back down to the ground, Battleship completely forgotten. I needed him.
His fingers were nimble as they struggled to undo the clasps along the back of my corset. When I was free of the constricting fabric he set it aside and admired me. “I’ll never get sick of this view.” He said, lifting his hands to my chest and massaging my nipples between his fingertips, toying with the piercings. “Do they hurt?”
“Quite the contrary.” I told him, lifting my boob up to his lips and tracing his mouth with my nipple. “Bite me.”
There was no hesitation. He clamped on, his tongue flicking at the piercing as he momentarily faded from view.
“Your tits are so fucking sexy. I could play with them all day long.” He played with my pink, perky nipples, twisting and turning them as I moaned into his neck.
I sat up in his lap and pulled him up with me so I could remove his shirt. As soon as it was off I kissed him from his shoulder to his pec and up his neck, taking my time as I explored his body. He always seemed so long and lanky in class, but there was definition in his arms and the contours of his stomach I never bothered to notice until now. I traced the lines of his abs with my fingertips while I kissed his cheek softly. “You’re not so bad yourself, bud. Actually you’re kind of a stud.”
“Haha very funny. I’m like a real life Napoleon Dynamite.”
“Hence why I loved the costume. Self awareness is a very attractive quality in a man.” I lowered my voice and whispered in his ear. “If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to freak out?”
“I’ll try. Hit me.”
I sighed and kissed him softly. “You may not know what you’re doing, but you’re easily the best sex I’ve ever had. No one’s ever made me feel so… so wanted before.”
His smile grew a mile wide. “I’ve wanted you since I met you. Since you sat beside me in biology and told me you’d be copying off me all semester.”
“Look how far we’ve come.” I said, pulling away from him as I tugged his briefs off, watching as his cock sprung free. Desire stirred within me. With spit in one hand I began to pump him while removing my thong with the other. While my knees dug into the rug, I straddled his lips and slapped the tip of his cock against my clit a few times. The sensation sent waves rippling throughout my body.
“Does that actually feel good? Slapping yourself like that?”
“Oh yeah.” I moaned, slipping the tip of his dick through my folds before slowly settling down on top of him. He was so big he didn’t even bottom out inside me at this angle.
I felt so full, so fucking stretched to the brim as I rode him out with slow and steady hip rolls. His hands were on my chest, playing with my breasts. Every swipe of his thumb to my nipple made me impossibly wetter as I dripped down his shaft. Between us my hand found my clit as I started rubbing smooth circles into it but Owen brushed me off. “Here, let me do that.”
I’ll never get over the gentle firmness of his touch. Every movement was laced with sweetness and care. I zeroed in on his face, contorted with focus while his glasses lay askew on his head. I meant what I said earlier. With the monster residing in his pants aside, Owen was a stud. You just had to see beyond the glasses and his goofy demeanor.
Fuck, his touch was mesmerizing. It felt like I was dissolving into nothing. All I could feel was how deep he buried himself within me or how fast he tweaked my clit. My thighs were shuddering as they gripped his hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” The embers in me burst into flames as I came, crying out his name along with many more expletives. I clenched onto his cock with a death grip as I teetered above him, collapsing onto his chest.
He pulled out of me, got on his knees, and flipped me over. With his hands on my ass he slowly inserted himself back in me. “This okay?”
I moaned a guttural, feral sound I didn’t even know I could make. “So good.” I said before adding. “Fuck me hard.”
I felt his short nails scratch down my back as held me up with one hand. Over and over he slammed his cock into me. Behind my eyes I saw white lights bursting with life amidst the darkness. Within me something was building, a sensation I’d never felt before as my body began to spasm. “Fuck, pull out Owen!” I cried, my pussy pulsing, reaching between my thighs for my clit as I came again, squirting all over myself and his cock.
My chest was heaving, leaving my skin all pink and blotchy. “What was that?” Owen asked.
I turned back to look at him and stroked his cock, bringing him back to me. “I think you just made me squirt.”
His eyes lit up as the biggest smile crept onto his face. “No shit, really?”
“Really.” I spun around on my knees and brought him to my mouth. I pumped the inches of him I couldn’t reach as I gagged around his size. He tasted like me. “Stand up.”
Quickly, he got to his feet as I regained control of his cock. I fondled his balls with my left hand while I stroke him off with my right, hoping he was close. I licked and sucked and flicked my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He was moaning out as he messed with my hair, grabbing me by the ends and pulling myself deeper onto his cock.
“Fuuucckkk. Ohh sh-shit. I’m- fuck I’m coming.”
He tried to pull out but I held him in place as I tasted his cum on my tongue. Given that he came a little over an hour ago, I was surprised at how much he had left inside him. Some drizzled down my chin while I managed to swallow the rest.
“Holy shit.” There he was again, looking down at me with some strong emotions in his eyes, as if I hung the moon and all the stars in the sky.
The only issue? I think I was looking at him the same way.
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