The Secret Side of The BAU

Ryan's Demand

Two days later, I'm waking up from a much needed much deserved nap and I hear Ryan talking out in the living room. I recognize Natalie's voice instantly and I smile to myself. I reach over to the nightstand and check my phone, seeing a text from none other than Ryan himself. It basically said that I was to come sit on his cock when I woke from my nap. Knowing he was on FaceTime with Natalie, I responded to his text asking if he still wanted me to since he was busy. This was his response.

R: Come. Sit. On. My. Dick. NOW.

I couldn't lie; my pussy was tingling with want. I had butterflies in my stomach. My body wanted it so I had no choice but to obey. Before I could even think about it, I was getting out of bed and standing to my feet. My body was on autopilot as I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I was going to get dick; my favorite thing in the entire world. I had a one track mind.

Without a word, I went up to Ryan on the couch, pulled his dick out of his sweats and sat down fully on it. It was hard and veiny and it filled me up so perfectly. I heard Natalie gasp as I took her husband's cock inside my lithe body in one solid push. I smiled to myself as I buried my head in his shoulder. I hadn't started to move yet, I was relishing in the feeling of fullness. I hadn't woken up horny, but the demanding tone of his text had awoken it within me. It was like that text flipped a switch and I wanted nothing more than to sit on his cock.

"Why don't you show Natalie how much you like riding her husband's dick?" He whispered in my ear and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered tenfold. I knew what I had to do.

So I placed my hands on his shoulders, arched my back, and lifted myself up until the head of his dick tugged at my center. My head fell back as I sighed breathlessly. I widened my legs a bit as I slowly slid back down, feeling every inch of that thick shaft shove its way inside me. He didn't stretch me out like Derek did, but I'll be damned, it was still so good.

As I settled into a sensual passionate rhythm in Ryan's lap, we locked eyes. My bottom lip tucked between my teeth. My breasts rising and falling with each intake of breath. I started to whine and moan for him. I didn't care that his wife was on FaceTime. It was like a cloud had enveloped the two of us and time stood still.

I did something I'd never done before. I wrapped my arms around Ryan's neck and I leaned in. As our lips touched, it was electric. Lightning lit up my veins and my pussy twitched. My thighs trembled as he licked the seam of my lips, asking for entry. I opened my mouth and I let him in, just like I'd let him into my body. His hands were all over me as we kissed. As the feelings of the moment consumed me, I bounced in his lap harder. Our skin slapping creating a fucked up sensual symphony. Then Ryan braced his feet on the coffee table, bent his knees and started his own rhythm inside me.

I ripped my mouth off of his and let out a scream that rivaled even the best pornstars. I reached back and braced myself on his knees as I watched him impale himself inside my tight wet center repeatedly. I finally had enough wherewithal to remember Natalie on FaceTime and I looked over, bracing myself for the reaction. But I was shocked at what I saw.

As I looked over at Ryan's phone, Natalie was on her back on their couch, spearing her own wet pussy with a dildo. She was getting off watching her husband fuck another woman. I legitimately could not believe my life. I screamed louder as I watched Natalie bring herself to the edge of bliss while her eyes stayed glued to the spot where her husband's dick was disappearing and then reappearing from my body.

Within minutes, I scrambled to sit myself back up and wrapped my arms back around Ryan's broad shoulders. I pressed my forehead against his and as I looked deep into his eyes, I begged for my release. I needed to cum. I was so overwhelmed I couldn't breathe, but I knew I needed this. I needed Natalie to watch me experience the euphoria her husband is capable of. I held his head in my hands and made him look at me as I begged. I was debauched and my pussy was wrecked, but I needed to cum more than anything. It felt like my life depended on it.