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Special Day **Note: These are established characters -- their novel is currently in revisions.** A heavy, familiar weight settled over my back. I groaned and shifted, trying to throw him off. A kiss graced the back of my neck followed by a light scrape of teeth. I turned my head just enough to look at the clock. It was covered by a pillow, but the room was still dark. "Ryan…" "It's five-thirty." He kissed along my shoulder, arms sliding beneath me. "Time to get up, babe." "You're the only one who gets up at five-thirty." "Grumbly, grumbly." He chuckled. "What time did you get to bed?" "About three, four hours ago—maybe." "You need to slow down, Richard. You're working too hard." I didn't want to go there. Didn't want to argue about how much I needed to cut down on work. Things were taking off and I had contracts to fulfill, clients to take care of. Once things got going, then I could take some time. Right now though, we needed the income. Whether Ryan thought so or not. Ryan nipped at my neck before I could form a neutral response. "Today's a special day." "Oh yeah?" I pushed the pillow away and tried to turn over, but he held me still. Not only wasn't he letting me back to sleep, he wasn't letting me up. Forehead to the mattress, I sighed. "Are you going to tell me why? Or are you going to be cryptic?" "You can't tell me why it's special?" "Honey, the only way it'd be special right now is if I got to sleep just a little more." "Wrong answer." He started sliding down my body, kissing his way down my spine. "Try again." I started to object, but when that tongue touched the tip of my tattoo, I knew this wasn't any ordinary wakeup call. This was… "You're not guessing," he whispered. "No guesses, no kisses." "Special 'cause you're doing that." I groaned as teeth sank into my flesh, bruising, but not breaking the skin. "Or that…" The hair of his chest scraped against my ass as he moved down. His tongue teased the crack of my ass and I let out an honest-to-God whimper. Oh, fuck. "Waking up now, aren't we?" He moved even lower and I could only nod. His hands found my ass cheeks and spread me open. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, arching up toward him. He teased at my hole for a few seconds, but moved on. I growled. "Don't tease." "You stopped guessing." "Bastard." "Your bastard," he whispered, then spread me open even further and licked at my balls. "Wouldn't give that up for the world." I reached back and found his wrist, holding on, but not trying to pull or push him away. "That makes every day special, Ryan." "You're making points, even if you aren't guessing." He slid a hand beneath me and pulled my half-hard dick back just enough so that he could place a sucking kiss at the head. The angle was bad and it hurt just a little, but that slight bit of pain just heightened the pleasure instead of taking away. His tongue flicked right against my slit and I had to fight to stay still. "Fuck, Ryan!" I bit hard at my lip, face buried in the mattress. "Oh God, that's gonna make me come. It's too much…" "Gonna pierce that someday, baby. Pretty piece of steel there just for me to play with." "Do you want me to come?" "Yes." He laughed. "But not yet." He moved back up, tongue just plunging right into my hole. I shoved my hands between the top of the mattress and the head of the bed, holding on to that steel rod of the frame. That hot, wet tongue alternated between licking over my hole and fucking me. Before long, I was shoving back against him, trying to get a rhythm going. Hands pried me open even more, and he licked and sucked my hole until I thought I would pass out from the pure fucking pleasure of it. Two of his fingers pushed into me and I froze, afraid that I'd slip right over the edge. He paused, giving me the time to come down, brushing kisses over my ass cheeks, calloused hand rubbing the back of one thigh. "Just relax." His voice was low and gravelly and I could imagine him hard and leaking and rubbing his cock against the bed. When I tightened around his fingers, he sank his teeth into one butt cheek. "And whatever you're thinking of, stop it." "Want you, Ryan." "And I want to be in you when you come," he said. "You're right there, about to go over and I've don't even have the lube." "No lube, babe. Just you." Ryan groaned and I felt something warm and wet slide over my hole as he worked his fingers a little more. "Sure?" I nodded and arched against him. "No more fingers." He moved up between my legs, holding himself up with one hand, and rubbed the wet, thick head of his cock back and forth over my hole. I clenched my teeth, gripping the steel rod even tighter. Slowly, torturously, he pushed inside me. The burn as he stretched me was sharp. Fuck. How long had it been? A month, two… Too goddamned long to remember. I shuddered, goose bumps rising on my skin, every part of my body just tingling and so fucking alive. Ryan's head dropped to my shoulder. "Oh, Bear… You feel so good." There were times when Ryan's words and the meaning and emotion behind them could send me over faster than anything physical. He was my life, my everything, and to know that I made him feel good just tripped my fucking circuit every time. "Fuck, Ryan…" I pushed back against him, loving the way his body rubbed against mine when I did. "Not gonna last long." "I know," he whispered. "That pretty hole is so fucking tight around me, holding me inside like nothing else." His words went straight to my cock and I couldn't decide between rubbing it against the bed or sliding my hand beneath me and jerking off to Ryan's thrusts. His hands found mine, though, taking the decision out of my hands. He laced our fingers together, still holding the rod, and thrust hard. There was about half a second of a pause before he began pumping his hips hard and fast. After a few minutes, he stopped, pulling all out completely and pushing his way inside me again. Oh, fuck yes. "Oh, don't fucking stop…" I spread my legs a little more, pushing my ass up, just taking every thrust. "Goddamn…" "Yeah, you like that don't you?" I nodded, gasping when his cock grazed my gland. "That's it, let me hear it." Moans and unintelligible words escaped my lips, but it didn't matter what I said, only what I meant. And Ryan knew me like no other, could decipher my words and feelings even when I couldn't. He gave me what I needed, what I wanted, and what I couldn't live without. I shook beneath him, orgasm ripping right through me without warning. He licked and sucked at a spot on my neck, growling, shoving deep. "One of the most special days of all." He groaned and pressed a kiss below my ear. "Happy birthday, Bear." I turned my head, finding his lips. "Thanks, baby." "I think this was a mutually beneficial gift to start with." I could do nothing but nod and enjoy his weight above me. After a while, he moved off me and sank down onto the bed. I rolled to my side and pulled him into my arms. He smiled up at me, knuckles of one hand grazing my jaw. "If you want to sleep, I'll make breakfast." "How 'bout we both sleep late, then go out for breakfast?" "Yeah?" I nodded and pulled the comforter up over us. He
snuggled in against my chest, sighing in contentment. "Sounds good to me." © 2003 - 2007 Jourdan Lane. All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reprinted in part or in whole without written permission from the author. |