Cherished Enough, page 10
He locked his gaze on mine for the longest time before he finally looked slowly down my body. His breathing picked up and he rubbed at his chest. I loved that he was so open to showing his emotions to me. It filled me with even more desire, if that was at all possible.
“You’re beyond beautiful, sweetheart.”
My cheeks heated, and I reached for his shirt to unbutton it. I chuckled when my shaking hands struggled to open the first button.
Ryan moved my hands away, then ripped the shirt open with one quick jerk, causing buttons to fly everywhere. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been captivated by his insanely gorgeous body.
“You’re…so…fit.”
Laughing, Ryan cupped my face in his hands, and I looked up at him. “Fit?”
Feeling my face heat, I said, “It was the first word that came to my mind, but the more I stare at you, the more I want to run my tongue over every inch of your perfectly chiseled body.”
His brows rose. “That’s a much more erotic image than fit.”
I winked.
With shaking hands, I fumbled with his belt and pants until Ryan clearly couldn’t take it any longer. He pushed my hands away yet again and started to take off his pants. When his dick sprang free, I couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped from between my lips. My eyes locked on his hard length, and I fought the urge to run my tongue over it. For now, I swept my thumb over the drop of precum at the top and put it in my mouth, closing my eyes as I groaned at the taste of him.
“Fucking hell, are you trying to make me come before I’m even inside you?”
My eyes sprang open, and I shook my head.
“Sit down on the bed, Morgan. I want my second round of dessert.”
A chill raced through my body and caused me to shiver as I took a few steps back until I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Ryan fell to his knees, and I gripped the comforter in my fists. I held my breath, watching him slowly spread my legs apart.
Staring at me, he licked his lips, and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs.
He ran his hands up my thighs and whispered, “You’re so perfect. So beautiful.”
“Ryan,” I pleaded, silently begging him to touch me. I didn’t care if he used his fingers or his mouth, I just needed to feel him.
He opened me completely, and a part of me was amazed I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by his actions. I’d never had a guy give me oral sex, nor had I ever given it. Hell, the most I’d ever done was let a guy touch me and make me come with his fingers.
Sex, especially oral, was something that seemed far too personal and intimate, and I’d never felt that connection with any of the guys I’d dated in the past. I always wanted to be a hundred percent sure when it came to giving myself to a man. And not any man could have that part of me.
A thought suddenly occurred to me. Had I purposely saved myself for Ryan?
“Hey, where are you?”
Startled back to the present, I moved my gaze to his. “Right here. With you.”
Ryan smiled, and butterflies swarmed in my stomach. “You were somewhere else. Talk to me, Morgan.”
“Ryan…I’ve never…” I swallowed hard. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”
“Oral sex?” he asked.
I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again.
He laughed. “Is that a yes or a no, sweetheart?”
Pulling in a deep breath, I exhaled and explained, “I’ve never given myself to anyone. I’m still a virgin. Call me old fashioned, but…I’ve been waiting.”
Ryan’s eyes grew wide as he sat back on his heels. “Waiting?” he asked, sounding somewhat awed.
“I’ve dated, and I’ve let guys touch me, but I wanted to be sure that I gave myself to the right man.”
Ryan blinked a few times before he slowly shook his head. “Morgan…are you sure?”
It was my turn to cup his face in my hands. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life, Ryan. I want you. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, and I think…I think that’s why I’ve been saving myself. Maybe that’s stupid and naïve, but I want you to be the man I give my body to.”
His eyes turned dark with desire as he smiled softly. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you, Morgan. Of this very moment.”
“What are you waiting for then?” I asked, giving him a soft smile. Dropping my hands, I spread my legs for him and waited, ignoring the way my heart was pounding in my ears.
Ryan moved forward, his hands once again on my thighs. “You’ll tell me if it becomes too much or if you change your mind?” He ran a finger through my folds, and I sucked in a breath.
“It won’t. I mean, I will tell you…but I won’t change my mind.”
He looked up at me and whispered, “So damn wet for me.”
I closed my eyes and dropped my head back when I felt him slip a finger inside of me. When his thumb rubbed over my clit, I once again grabbed onto the comforter as if it would keep me grounded.
“Watch me, Morgan. I want to see your face when you come apart on my tongue.”
Oh. My. God.
Never in a million years did I imagine those words could nearly make me explode. I tilted my head back down and locked my gaze with his. Ryan smiled, then leaned in and gave me a deep, long lick between my lips before he closed his mouth over my clit, and I nearly jumped off the bed.
“Ryan!” I gasped and pushed my hand into his hair as I closed my eyes.
I snapped them open again when I realized he’d taken his mouth off me. When I looked at him, he flashed me a hotter-than-hell grin. “Don’t stop watching me, Morgan. I meant what I said. I want to see you come.”
“I’m already so close, Ryan. I feel like I’m about to explode.”
A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes as he covered me once again with his mouth. The feeling of his fingers sliding inside of me was heaven. Both of my hands were now in his hair as I stared down at him between my legs, licking and sucking and moaning like he couldn’t get enough of me. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen or experienced. My body was winding up so tightly, I knew I was about to experience the best orgasm of my life.
I was going to kill my friends for not telling me how good this could be.
“Ryan! Oh God, Ryan. Yes… Yes!” I shouted, not even sure if I knew any other words at the moment. All I knew was that I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to come, but I also needed Ryan inside of me.
Then he did something with his fingers as he licked my clit. I felt the build-up and wanted to close my eyes and throw my head back, but at that moment, he looked up. His eyes were filled with a heat and passion so full of fire that I felt it through my entire body. Not looking away, I fought to get closer, shamelessly shoving my hips into him.
Then it happened. The most intense, glorious orgasm hit me.
“Ryan! I’m coming. Oh God!”
His eyes turned dark, and he held me tightly to him as I tumbled over the ledge. His name fell from my mouth over and over as he continued to bring me the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt before. Somehow watching him bring me to orgasm made everything more intense.
When it was too much, I fell back and scrambled to get away. I needed him to stop, but at the same time, I needed him to keep going.
It was only then I realized that I had moved up the bed and that Ryan had followed, spreading my legs open once again. I was lying back on my pillows, attempting to remember how to breathe. I let out a cry and looked down to see his mouth back on me. His tongue flicked my sensitive clit, and I gasped.
“Ryan…I can’t! Not again…oh God, yes!”
His fingers were back inside of me as he sucked on my clit. The different position allowed me to move my hips more freely. The feel of my clit sliding against his soft tongue, and the memory of watching him make me come had me ready to explode yet again.
“Jesus!” I screamed out as another orgasm rolled through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned out his name.
I felt Ryan ease over me, between my legs. My eyes snapped open at the feeling of him at my entrance.
He smiled softly down at me. “It’s going to hurt, but I promise the pain will go away quickly.”
I nodded and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Ryan…I need you.”
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue. Moaning into my mouth, he pushed gently inside of me, and I gasped at the intrusion. It hurt, but somehow it still felt good.
Lifting his mouth off of mine, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
The feel of Ryan filling me was both pleasure and pain. The pleasure was winning out quickly, though. He stilled, and I felt the fullness of him stretching me. I never wanted the feeling to go away.
“Ryan! It feels so good…”
He buried his face in my neck and laughed softly. “It’s about to feel even better. I need a second, though.”
I moved my fingers softly over his back. “What’s wrong?”
He drew in a breath and lifted his head to look into my eyes. “You’re so tight, Morgan. So goddamn tight…” He groaned softly. “I’m afraid if I move, this will be over way too soon.”
I felt myself smile. “Don’t hold anything back. I want all of you.”
He dropped his forehead to mine. “Morgan.” My name sounded like a plea.
“I’m yours, Ryan. I’m yours forever.”
His mouth covered mine with a moan, and he slowly slid out, then pushed back in. I gasped and tightened my legs around him.
“More,” I gasped against his lips.
“Fuck!” he growled out as he thrust faster. “It feels amazing! I don’t want to hurt you.”
I pushed my fingers into his hair, my other hand clutching his shoulders as he moved faster still.
“Feels so good,” I panted and moved my hips in the same rhythm. “Ryan…more…I need more!”
“Morgan,” he gasped and grabbed my leg and pulled it up, opening me to him even farther.
“Yes! Oh God, that feels so good!” I cried out.
His eyes met mine. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
I thrashed my head back and forth as the feeling of another orgasm started to build. “You! Ryan, I want more of you. Please! Go faster and harder. I need more!”
He did as I asked, and the sound of our bodies slapping together was such a turn-on. I was almost there. I could feel my body tightening up.
“Morgan…baby…I need you to come.”
All I could do was shout his name while the feeling built more and more until I exploded, crying out in pleasure.
“Oh God, Morgan! You’re gripping me so… Fuck, I’m going to come.” With a guttural groan, Ryan cried out, “I’m coming!”
“Ryan! Yes!”
His hips bucked as he pounded into my body. “Feels…so…good!”
I wanted to agree, but I was so overwhelmed, I couldn’t find the words to speak. We had come together, and I swore the heavens crashed down into my room because all I saw was stars.
Ryan slowed his movements until he came to a stop. I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting him to leave me yet.
“Don’t move,” I whispered. “I want to stay like this forever.”
His face was buried in my neck, and I was warmed by the feel of his hot breath hitting my skin.
After a few moments, he lifted his head and our gazes met. He stared at me, and there was something in those eyes of his that I’d never seen before. It filled my entire body with warmth.
“It’s never felt that good before, Morgan. That…beautiful. It’s never been that intense.”
Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, and I fought to keep them at bay.
He rested his body on his elbows and brushed a piece of my hair away from my face. “Thank you for giving me such a beautiful gift, sweetheart.”
I lost the fight to hold my tears back and felt them spill over. Ryan brushed them away with the pads of his thumbs before he pressed his mouth to mine. The kiss was soft and tender but filled with so much emotion, I felt like I was being swept away with it all.
I opened my eyes when he slowly drew his mouth away from mine.
Every ounce of my body wanted to tell him I loved him. That I had always loved him…
But he suddenly went rigid—and a look of worry washed over his face. I knew what the problem was, what he was thinking. In the heat of the moment, we hadn’t used a condom.
Placing my hand on the side of his face, I smiled. “I’m on the pill.”
“Morgan, I’m so sorry, I…I wasn’t even thinking. I’ve never in my life had unprotected sex. Shit, I was so swept up in it.”
I pressed my finger to his lips. “It’s okay. I wanted to feel you, Ryan. To feel all of you, and I don’t regret it for a second. It felt so good to be with you raw like that.”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “It did feel good. So goddamn good, Morgan.” He sighed. “Let’s go take a shower?”
Biting my lower lip, I asked, “Together?”
He nodded, and I felt almost bereft when he pulled out of me. I wanted to protest the loss, but instead, I smiled as I watched him stand. Damn, if the man didn’t have the most amazing body. Was it possible to want him again so soon?
Ryan reached for my hand, and I slowly moved off the bed. I felt a small bit of pain between my legs.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I stated as I lifted onto my toes and kissed him. “I’ve never felt so amazing.”
Ryan brushed some hair from my face and was about to say something—
When we heard glass breaking and then a car alarm going off.
“What the fuck?” Ryan said as he rushed out of my room. Grabbing his pants on the way, he called out, “Get dressed, Morgan!”
I stood there for a few seconds, too stunned to move. What was happening? One moment I was in a blissful heaven, and the next there was chaos.
The sound of the car alarm finally penetrated my shock, and I rushed over and opened my dresser drawer. I hadn’t even finished unpacking all of my clothes yet. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt and threw them on.
I ran out into the living room. “Ryan? Ryan?”
The back door wasn’t closed all the way, and my heart started to pound. I looked around. Where was my phone?
“Fuck!” I cried out as I frantically looked for the clutch I’d taken to dinner.
The door flew open, and I nearly screamed until I saw it was Ryan. He looked pissed.
It was then I noticed the alarm had stopped.
“What happened?” I asked, watching his gaze bounce around the apartment until he finally found what he was looking for. “Ryan! What happened?”
He grabbed his phone and finally glanced at me. His expression instantly softened and he stalked over, pulling me into his arms. He moved his hand softly, comfortingly over my back. “Shh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Everything’s okay.”
“Was that your truck or my car?”
He kissed the top of my head, then leaned back so he could look at me while he talked. “It was my truck. Someone threw a rock through the driver’s side window.”
I sucked in a breath. “What?”
“And we need to call the police.”
Fear instantly spread through my body. “Why?”
Ryan looked as if he didn’t want to answer my question, but he did. “There’s a note tied to the rock, and I don’t want to touch it.”
I covered my mouth with my hand. “Oh my God.”
“Let me call the police, then I’ll call Blayze.”
I grabbed his arm. “No! I don’t want him or my parents rushing over here this late. Let’s call the police and wait to tell my family for now.”
Narrowing his eyes, Ryan said, “Your father will kill me if we keep this from him.”
“Just for tonight! Please?”
He nodded, then called nine-one-one as I stumbled over to the sofa and sat down. Wrapping my arms around my body, I sat there, completely stunned that something had happened again. Already.
“Why is this happening?” I whispered as I closed my eyes and tried to go back to the place I’d been only minutes ago…safe in Ryan’s arms.
Chapter Twelve
THE RINGMASTER
How could she let him touch her?
I’d seen the way her eyes lit up when I observed them from afar in the restaurant. She hadn’t even realized I was watching. Of course, she hadn’t noticed any of the times I’d watched her.
I noticed everything, though. Like the moment his hand had touched her knee under the table…and she’d smiled! Why was she encouraging him?
And now he was there with her. Living with her. That whore! How could she do this to me?!
Staring up at her back door, I shook my head. “I won’t let him have you, Morgan. Not when you’re mine.”
Chapter Thirteen
RYAN
I wasn’t sure how I could go from being the happiest I’d ever been to being so pissed off I wanted to kill someone. When I found the person doing this to Morgan, I was going to rip them to pieces with my bare hands.
I was sitting across from Morgan, who was on the sofa talking to the detective who’d shown up not long after the police had arrived. One of the cops had read the disturbing note tied to the rock. He hadn’t wanted to read it in front of Morgan, but she’d insisted. My stomach still lurched when I thought about what the anonymous person had written.
She’s mine, and you fucking touched her tonight at the restaurant. I saw you slip your hand under the table and touch WHAT IS MINE! Leave Morgan alone, or I’ll make you pay, you fucking bastard!
The detective’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“You haven’t noticed anyone following you at all?”
Morgan shook her head. “No. I’m usually pretty aware of my surroundings.”
“Did you notice anything off at the restaurant this evening?” Detective Billings asked me.
I shook my head. “I texted my friend, Bradford, and asked if he might have noticed anything.”
