Perfect Storm

Chapter 10

"You are so beautiful." I shivered in pleasure as Ryan's lips worked their way from my lips to my jawline, grazing along the column of my neck and collarbone and finally to my breasts. The harsh stubble on his face scraped against my skin in the most sinfully delicious way.

My clit throbbed in response when he took my nipple into his mouth and lavished it thoroughly.

"I need you now." I murmured amongst the curses and moans escaping from my lips.

"Patience baby girl." He placed his finger against my lips, shushing me. "I'm not nearly finished worshiping this gorgeous body."

I could feel the wetness seeping out of me as he moved on to my other breast, giving it the same attention as the previous one. He was nowhere near where I needed him to be and I was already coming apart at the seams.

He then turned away from my breasts, peppering soft kisses along my rib cage and stomach, finally moving to the apex of my thighs, which I instinctively spread in anticipation for what was coming next.

"So wet for me." He murmured, placing a soft kiss to my inner thigh.

"Please Ry." I whispered.

He chuckled, but did not speak, only placed another kiss to the other inner thigh. He was so close I could feel his warm breath against my heat. If he didn't touch me soon, I was going to combust.

He licked a stripe along my folds. "So sweet." He murmured.

It wasn't enough. I needed so much more. "Are you going to make me beg?" I asked, my voice raspy with desire.

"No. You don't need to beg. You'll get what you want...Eventually." He smirked. Ugh. He was so maddening sometimes.

His tongue darted out and flicked my highly sensitive clit, causing my lower body to shoot up off the bed. I moaned as I arched my back. "More." I demanded, causing him to chuckle once more.

"Is this what you want, baby?" He asked, as he pushed a finger into my wet pussy.

"Yes." I cried out, as his finger formed into a hook and he found my g-spot.

The finger teased me unmercifully, going in and out until I felt that familiar quickening I'm the pit of my stomach. My thighs began to tremble and a deep flush and wave of heat took over my body.

He removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue, lapping greedily at the wetness seeping out of me.

"Oh God yes." I moaned as my orgasm peaked and crested.

"I think this is what you really want." He sat up and settled between my spread thighs and placed the tip of his cock right at my entrance, dragging it along my wet slit.

"Would you stop being such a damn tease and fuck me already?" I demanded impatiently.

He slid in slowly, inch by torturous inch, leaving me squirming in anticipation, until he finally shoved in balls deep, taking me by surprise as my eyes rolled back into my head.

"Mmmm yes. That's what I want." I purred.

My eyes snapped open and I groaned in frustration. Why the fuck was this happening to me? Why did I have to keep reliving these moments with Ryan? It was absolute torture.

I then realized one hand was under my shirt, caressing my "nipple", but I felt nothing. Of course I didn't feel anything. My nipples weren't even real, just very realistic looking tattoos.

My other hand was down in my panties, between my legs. The throbbing was there, a deep ache ready to be unleashed, right there on the edge, so close yet so far away I couldn't grasp it and just like that, it faded away. I felt so let down. Of course I had to have woken up just before I had gotten to the best part. Story of my life.

The dream, or rather the flashback felt so real. I could feel Ryan's hands and lips all over my body. I couldn't help but touch myself. I just wanted to feel that good again. But alas, my hands were a poor substitute for the real thing, and my body just wasn't cooperating with me. Frustrated, I kicked the blanket off of me. I was sweating anyway. These damn hot flashes were annoying as hell. I knew it wasn't a hot flash though. It was desire and longing.

It was only then that I realized it was storming outside. I could hear the rain pelting on the roof. Bright lightning flashed across the sky, lighting my entire bedroom for a split second, and I trembled in fear. The weight beginning to settle on my chest.

I had been deathly afraid of storms since I was a child. I was about five or six when a tree went through the roof of our family home. It was my bedroom that was hit, directly over my bed. Thankfully I wasn't in it at the time, as my mom, dad and I hunkered down in the basement out of fear for tornadoes. Growing up in Florida, we went through our share of hurricanes. You never get used to them. At least I didn't.

When I bought this house in Davidson, I chose it specifically for the fact that there were no trees close to the house itself.

That didn't mean I had let go of my fear of storms.

Ryan had been the only person who could ever make me feel safe during a storm. His arms were my own personal storm shelter. I wish I had Sturgill tonight. I hated being alone, and I wouldn't be surprised if I stayed alone forever. I had not even given a second thought to dating. How could I when my heart belonged to someone else.

A loud crack of thunder pierced the silence, and I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand before curling in on myself. What time is it anyway? I unlocked my phone to check the time and saw an unread text message.

Ryan: Hopefully you're sleeping through this mess, but if you happen to be awake, just remember you are safe. It's just a little rain and wind. Some thunder and lightning, but it can't hurt you. You are safe.

The tears began to fall. He did still care. After everything I put him through, he still cared enough to try and comfort me through my fears.

It was after two in the morning. The text had been sent just after midnight. I would like to thank him, but I'm sure he's asleep. Besides, I wouldn't want to cause any trouble between him and Laken.

Or did I?

As expected, Laken put on a show when she and Ryan dropped Sturgill off last week. She even went so far as to hug him (albeit a little too tightly, which made him squirm.) He looked at me as if pleading with me to save him.

"Bye baby boy. Mama's gonna miss you soooo much. You be a good boy for Breean..Aubree, okay?" She cooed to him, almost getting my name wrong again.

How could Ryan be so blind that he couldn't see she was as fake as a three dollar bill? Was he that in love with her, or had he become so shallow that he only saw her outer beauty?

Did he ignore the warnings from his friends, or have they failed to speak up and voice their concerns?

"Sturgill's always a good boy. The goodest of the good boys. Isn't that right buddy?" I said, as he eagerly licked my face, his tail happily swishing back and forth along the wooden floor beneath him.

Should I say something to Ryan about her and risk coming off as the jealous ex-girlfriend, or was this something he was going to have to figure out on his own?

What if I ended up blurting out the truth about myself in the process? Part of me wanted so bad to spill everything, but the other part of me reminded me of why I withheld the truth in the first place.

With another sigh, I threw myself back onto the bed, restless, knowing that sleep would elude me for the rest of the night. I never felt so conflicted in my life. The storm raging outside had absolutely nothing on the storm raging inside of me.