SAMANTHA
As I follow him to the room, I cross Paul's room, and a pang of guilt hits me.
I think for a moment before desire wins over guilt. I enter Ryan's temporary bedroom. Paul will never get to know. I think.
Ryan is waiting for me on the bed with something in his hand. His smirk irritates and excites me at the same time. He motions me to come in and walks towards me to close the door. His musky fragrance hits me once again, and I feel myself getting wet. My body feels sensitive all over.
Damn, he hasn't even touched me yet, and I'm already drowning.
Instead of closing the door, he shuts it halfway and turns to face me.
"We'll be playing a game now where I fuck the shit out of you, and you don't scream. Sounds good?" He doesn't wait for me to answer. "If you scream, you lose, and Paul will know what we've been up to. If you don't, then everyone's a winner." I try to wrap my head around this. I'm not exactly a screamer, so I don't see the harm in agreeing.
"Sure." I try to sound confident when my entire body is taut with anticipation.
"Good girl. Now turn around; I have something that'll help you." I do as he says and feel a strip of cloth come around my neck. It comes to my lips, and he asks me to open up. Without hesitating, I let him gag me.
"If you want me to stop, all you need to do is remove your gag and tell me so. Understood?"
I nod. Feeling the air around me becoming more intense. Ryan moves his hand to my neck and massages it lightly before placing my hair to one side. I automatically tilt my head to give him access, and he chuckles.
"So eager."
He mocks me and brings his mouth closer to my ear. Gently sucking on my earlobe, he moves his hands down to my side. My knees almost give up, and I lean on Ryan for support. I feel his muscular chest touching mine, and my body wants more.
I gently push my ass towards him and feel his hard bulge. A moan almost leaves my mouth as he presses it further, so I feel it pushing against my back. He bites by lobe and gently thrusts his hardness further.
"Pwees.." I whimper through the gag. I cannot wait any longer. He brings his right hand forward and inside my shorts. My breath hitches, my clit, swollen and ready. "You dirty dirty girl. Not wearing any panties." He touches my wetness. "Fuck! You're dripping."
Yeah, pretty sure I have a wet patch on my grey shorts.
His fingers explore my wetness, and he brings his left hand to my nipple, lightly pinching it. I arch for more. I moan and wriggle under his assault. If not for him supporting me upright, I would be on my knees right now.
Which wouldn't be a bad thing now that I think about it.
This makes me think of rock-hard dick digging in my ass and how it would feel in my mouth. As my mind wanders on the fantasy of deep-throat fucking Ryan, a layer of saliva drips down the ends of my lips. He pulls me out of my head as he pinches my swollen nipple and clit at the same time. Before I can stop myself, I let out a surprised yelp.
"Careful now, or you know what'll happen." He says. He continues massaging my clit between his fingers and grinding me from behind. My pussy aching to be fucked. I take a deep breath as I writhe under his fingers, looking for my release. He slowly brings his left hand up to my throat and whispers,
"You would look so beautiful on your knees, begging for me. Perhaps next time we'll play that game."
He wraps his fingers around my throat lightly, keeping me in place. I feel his fingers exploring my aching opening, and suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside. I bite down on the gag to stop myself from moaning as I try to ride his fingers.
