The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(14)

I inhaled deeply. "Mmmm, is that strawberries?"

"Yep. Don't touch."

In the darkness I heard Ryan stand up and bring his chair next to mine,  and sit down again. Like in the club, his leg was now touching mine, and  without the food separating us, I could smell his cologne mixing with  the strawberries to form some kind of panty-melting cloud of aroma.

That is one sexy smell …

"Where are you?" Ryan asked as if he didn't know.

His hand touched my leg, my arm, then cradled my face and I leaned into  his caress. Why did this feel so good? Had I been so unwanted my whole  life that I craved Ryan's attention this much?

The way my common sense ran for the hills every time I was with Ryan  made me think that the answer was a resounding yes. That touch was pure  desire. In this moment, at least, he wanted me with every fiber of his  being.

His other hand joined in the caress, and he gathered my hair off my  shoulders, wrapping it in a firm grip while I basked in his focus and  his touch. Once it was wrapped tight enough to pull against my scalp, he  gave the tiniest of shakes to test his control of my head, and found it  to his liking when I gasped. I could almost see the smile on his face.         

     



 

"Open. Your. Mouth," he whispered.

I licked my lips, gulped and did as he commanded, just in time to feel a  strawberry touch against my cheek. With the firm grip he had on my  hair, I couldn't freely turn my head to get it, but he quickly corrected  course and the sweet fruit was popped into my mouth.

Strawberry flavor burst on my tongue and momentarily overwhelmed the  scent of Ryan's cologne. His fingers traced along my jawline as I  chewed, so light that they almost tickled, just barely touching my  newly-found erogenous zone before he reached for my next mouthful.

"This is going to get messy," he said.

He was right in every sense of the word. I could feel a sensation  between my legs like a faint hum, a feeling I knew was going to  eventually result in me sitting here with wet panties if he kept this  up.

Messy. And if I kept on caving in, the mess was going to change my life until I didn't even recognize it anymore.

The way he craved me, yet controlled me, made me feel like some kind of a  dirty princess. Now that thought made me shiver in pleasure.

"Open," he said.

I did, and felt another strawberry hit me in the lips. Something was  different about this one though, the fruit was covered in some kind of  chocolate sauce that dripped from my mouth and down my chin.

"Mmmm, napkin!" I said around the strawberry, as it slipped across my tongue.

"Where?"

"My chin."

Ryan leaned forward and, instead of a napkin, I felt his hot breath on  my skin before his tongue found the errant rivulet of chocolate and he  cleaned me. Licking upwards, he finished with a kiss on my mouth, which  was clamped shut as if I was jealously guarding the chocolate-dipped  strawberry that I hadn't had the chance to chew yet.

Thankfully for all concerned, he didn't try to extract it. He leaned  back again and I could feel him preparing another treat for me.

"These are so good … " I said of the best strawberries I'd ever had in my life.

"Open."

I opened wide, but it still wasn't enough. Something that felt a lot  like whipped cream was piled high on the fruit Ryan brought to my mouth  and it hit my nose before anything else, then both sides of my mouth,  and I felt some drip down on, and between, my breasts before the  strawberry was actually past my lips. I squealed and squirmed, but Ryan  twisted his handful of hair a little, settling me down again.

"Where?"

"Um …  pretty much everywhere. This is starting to look less and less like an accident every time,"

"Oops."

Ryan leaned forward again, pulling my head back to kiss me on the neck,  one spot that was actually clean in comparison with everywhere else. His  lips worked their way down at the same time as I felt his spare hand  working its way up the inside of my thighs.

After a hesitation that was barely measurable, I shut the door on the  notion of the friendzone when I slowly parted my legs to give him better  access. My head was already in the right position for me to sigh  lustily at the invisible ceiling when his fingers slipped inside my  panties, and found me to be already as wet as I had imagined.

His finger slid freely across my labia and curled into the tight  entrance that he and he alone had ever been inside, as his lips found a  major deposit of whipped cream on the upper slopes of my left breast. My  pussy clenched in response like an excited fangirl clutching at the  lead singer in her favorite boy band, and I whimpered softly.

Ryan did as thorough a job as he could without the power of vision,  practically worshipping my skin with his licks and sucks. He worked his  way up my chest, up my neck, until he kissed me full on the lips.

He must have felt some of that whipped cream on my nose against his  cheek. He broke off the kiss to tenderly lick the tip of my nose, before  kissing me again and pulling some of my own sweet nectar out from my  sex, circling my clit with one finger. Our lips touched again, not quite  kissing because I was panting too much.

Ryan was using his fistful of hair and his lips brushing against mine to  read my body language in the dark. Alternating between teasing me to  heights of pleasure with his expert fingers, and slowing down to feed me  a strawberry, he drove me so wild that only my own loud moaning,  bordering on screaming, brought me back to my senses and I quietened  down for a few minutes.

Just when I thought I might have been driven certifiably insane, Ryan  paused again. I opened my mouth, ready for a strawberry, but none came.

I felt Ryan's touch on my arm, travelling down and seeking my hand. When  he found it, he brought it between his own legs and wrapped my fingers  around this thick cock.

With his hand over mine, he guided me in a few strokes up and down his  length before letting go, so he could pleasure my pussy again. Like a  sex machine, my hand kept on stroking up and down almost without any  conscious effort of will.         

     



 

His finger was so slick with my juices that he was able to thrust it in  and out of my pussy no matter how hard I clamped down in my ecstasy.  Ryan whisper-growled his appreciation, giving me the filthiest  compliments any woman ever received.

A fuzzy sensation like an itch being scratched was growing in my belly,  and when he started concentrating all his efforts on my clit, that  feeling only intensified. My hips started bucking, images of the last  time I'd seen the incredible cock that was now in my hand flashed  through my mind.

If the lights had switched on and I found that everybody I'd ever met in  my life was in the room with us, it couldn't have stopped my orgasm at  that point. However, when I felt Ryan kiss his way from my lips to that  spot behind my ear, he pressed home his unfair advantage.

I couldn't stop, I couldn't restrain the rising volume of my voice, I couldn't think. All I could do was explode in the dark.

There was nothing for me to see to keep my bearings. As wave after wave  of pure bliss washed over me, I quickly lost any sense of which way was  up. We were tumbling through space with my hand on his rock-hard cock,  his finger on my go-button, and his lips on my neck.

The panting, the moaning, all came to my ears as if through thick  pillows, and I saw lights for the first time since entering the room  when bursts of color flashed in front of my eyes. It was hard to know  what was real and what was orgasm-fueled hallucination.

Finally, Ryan slowed down into a lazy circular motion all around my  quivering slit and I regained my sense of gravity. I was slumped in my  chair in an unladylike splayed position, my thighs occasionally  twitching but not enough to close my legs and restore my modesty.

Ryan stood and, although my hand was on his cock, he was doing all the  guiding as the tip first touched to my cheek and then found its way to  my mouth. My lips were already parted so I could catch my breath, and  his manhood slid straight in, immediately becoming the center of my  world.

All that pure male power, right on my tongue. I could feel every tiny  detail on its hot, throbbing, surface so much more clearly than before,  and exploring it was my brand new fascination.

Ryan stayed still, one fist gripping my hair tightly and the other hand  covering mine over his shaft. I ran the tip of my tongue over the bumpy  ridge as far as I could curl it around, then did the same on the other  side, feeling him twitch and throb in response.

I'm doing that!

A thrill shivered its way through my body as I listened and felt the way  my actions affected Ryan. I had no experience to draw on, but the  complete darkness made me acutely aware of the way he caught his breath  when I sucked my cheeks in to hug his cock on both sides and ran my  tongue along the bottom, or the way he groaned quietly when I flicked my  tongue along that ridge from side to side.

It was such a turn-on to feel his excitement, to not worry about what I  looked like or that there was a world outside of this darkness. There  was nothing to think about but the pure joy of pleasing the man who had  given me so much of my own pleasure to deal with.