Ryan disguised his groan of appreciation as a clearing of his throat, and rocked his hips a little to push himself deeper into the warm and wet confines of my mouth. I moved with him, sliding my lips along the head of his cock and as far down the shaft as I could without it hitting the back of my throat and making any unnecessary noise.
Working my hands in unison with the bobbing of my head, I felt every beat of his heart through his throbbing length. Ryan brushed all my hair away from my face and gathered it into a rough ponytail at the back of my head, holding me tight.
The mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum was soon dribbling along the length of his cock, making my hands slip freely as I jerked him off in tandem with my blowjob. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and squeezed my thighs together at the faint sensation of electric pleasure between my legs.
I alternated with slow strokes, sucking him as hard as I could and swirling my tongue on the sensitive head, and bobbing as fast as I could, letting the ridge of his cock bump over my lips so quickly it was almost a blur. With every fiber of my being, I worshipped that cock.
With each passing moment I felt his excitement, and mine, grow. I knew it wouldn't be too long before the grip on my hair would pull even tighter, that cock would twitch, and my mouth would be flooded by his creamy cum.
I wanted it all. This time I'd make sure none was wasted.
The pull came, but instead of the sweet reward I wanted, he pulled out completely. I looked at him like he was a dirty thief, feeling the cool rivulets of our combined juices on my chin.
"Bend over the desk," he whispered harshly.
I blinked in disbelief, but my pussy was aching for him and assumed control. "You'll have to be quiet," I mouthed.
"Not me I'm worried about," he said with that devilish grin I loved.
I smiled back and stood, careful to stay crouching below the level of the cubicle wall, and pushed my chair to the side of the desk before bending over it. Ryan still had his hand wrapped around my ponytail. I looked over my shoulder and held his gaze as I reached up my skirt and hooked my thumbs into my panties, pulling them down to mid-thigh.
"As hard as you dare," I whispered and winked.
Ryan leaned over me as I turned to face forward. A sheet of paper stuck to my hand, and I shook it off in frustration, before curling my fingers over the front edge of the desk and holding on for dear life.
His free hand came to rest on the small of my back and I could feel my skirt getting lifted by his erect cock. It touched first the inside of one thigh, and then the other as it rose, steadily approaching my pussy.
Finally, it touched both thighs a moment before that familiar hardness came to rest against my soft wet petals. Using his grip on me to help force himself forwards and keep me where he wanted me to be, my pussy stretched to a tight ring as his huge masculine presence made itself known.
I bit my lip as hard as I could, but accommodating Ryan always pushed my body to its limits and I let out a sound that nobody would have been able to identify. Was it a grunt? Snort? Giggle? Squeal? I had no idea, but I let go of the desk with one hand and clamped my hand over my mouth as my eyes began to water.
My cheeks puffed up with a sigh I didn't dare let out and my eyes half-closed in relief when the swollen head of Ryan's cock slipped inside me. After a couple partial-strokes, I felt his body pushing against my ass, and I was full of him.
"Mmmm. That's my girl."
He was speaking so quietly I could barely hear him, but every breath I took seemed to want to catch in my throat and turn into a moan of contentment or a yelp of pleasure. Ryan began sawing his thick cock into me with slow and steady thrusts and my eyes bulged with the need to scream my ecstasy.
I looked wildly from side to side as if some kind of help might appear out of thin air. The only man who had ever fucked me took his pleasure from my body once again and soon he was thrusting into me with a steady rhythm.
My face was turning bright red with the pressure building up inside of me and I adjusted the position of my hand so that my fingers were still pressing my lips closed but the heel of my hand was also forcing my chin shut. My skirt and Ryan's pants muffled the sounds of our bodies meeting, but I was being tortured by my own silence.
I was losing my mind, I couldn't take this much longer. Tears were streaming down my glowing-red cheeks and a window-shattering scream of bliss was constantly trying to explode out of me.
Like a soldier diving on a grenade, my pussy squeezed Ryan's thick cock with all my might. The pleasure intensified and I squeezed my eyes shut against it.
Ryan's hands moved to my hips and his breathing came faster as he pounded into me even harder. A humming sound grew and drowned out everything else, as my need for oxygen threatened to exceed what I could suck in through my nose.
With the humming came a brown fog that crept in around the edge of my vision, then suddenly swooped in as my pussy convulsed with a powerful orgasm. I tried to maintain control of my mouth, keeping it shut, but there was no way of knowing for sure.
Triumph surged up within me as I felt the hot spurt of Ryan's sperm in my depths. That meant I wouldn't have to deal with too much more of this torturous pleasure when I floated back down from my own climax. I didn't think I had the willpower.
Ryan's fingers pressed into my skin hard, pulling my body against him so he could force his cock as deep into me as he could to unleash his hot semen, until I felt it trickling down the insides of my thighs.
The pleasure-hum started to fade away as he became still, and I felt my hand flop away from my mouth as the power of vision returned. I worked my jaw and licked my lips to the soundtrack of two people catching their breath as quietly as possible.
"I'm sleepy," I whispered.
"You wanna continue your studies back at my place?" he asked.
"Yeah. Studies. I fucking love you."
Ryan extracted himself from me and I was inwardly embarrassed at how hard I had to fight not to pout. There was plenty more where that passion came from.
All that lust-filled attention, all that love, could be mine forever if I could figure out the right way to tell him the truth. If there was any right way. That risk was the courage-hurdle I had to fight my way over.
Ryan
Something was wrong with Sarina. It seemed like more than just stress over her next test, despite how much study time Millie was forcing upon her.
Last night, after dinner, she kept on asking me things like where I'd go if I wanted to make a fresh start. She asked me if I loved her, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears the whole night, but wild horses couldn't drag what she wanted to say out of her.
For all I knew, this was just something that women did after being in a relationship for a few months. It certainly wasn't something I'd seen the morning after any of my one night stands. I'd just finished booking a couple days away for the weekend after her test, hoping a change of scene would get her to come clean about whatever was bothering her, when a message came through on my phone from another unknown number.
‘This is what you get, cocksucker. Turn on the news.'
My blood ran cold. Holding my phone out in front of me and reading those words over and over again, I picked up the remote.
I could barely feel my fingers as I turned on the news channel. A solemn journalist stood outside somewhere, with the wind playing havoc with her hair and the word "Live" in the bottom right corner.
" … again, authorities have not released the name of the victim, but witnesses are saying it is the most brutal act of violence they've ever seen."
The picture cut to something that might have been recorded earlier, a wide shot of Highston General Hospital … where my mom was. The journalist's voice came through again, narrating the piece.
"First was a shower of glass, narrowly avoiding expectant father Jeremy Pendergrast as he wheeled his wife into what was supposed to be the most wonderful day of their lives. Instead, something out of a horror movie rained down in front of them."
The screen changed to show a man looking pale and shaken.
"Legs. Just somebody's legs from, you know, the waist down. Oh God … they hit the ground right in front of us with just … this terrible sound … just … meat … the blood splattered out … my wife was screaming … I think I was too … "
I dropped to my knees as the numbness from my fingers spread throughout my body. The remote clattered to a floor that sounded a hundred miles away as the journalist picked up with her voiceover.
"A source from inside the hospital, who commented on the grounds that they remain anonymous confirmed that the upper half of the body, a woman in her early sixties, was found, having been crudely hacked in half … "