T h i r s t

t w e n t y s e v e n

He attempted many times to talk to me, but I stared at my phone's screen, scrolling through Instagram but not really seeing anything. I idly double tapped at everything, smiling occasionally so he'd know I was busy. I didn't want to talk to him about anything. I'd made up my mind.

I followed him up to his apartment, throwing a 'Hm' or a nod at generic questions he asked me. I shrugged off my coat after closing the door behind me, and he disappeared beyond the wall. His apartment was tidy too.

"Here you go." He said, holding up the textbook. I glanced at him with a smirk, and he seemed relieved. I shoved it off his hand and it plopped to the floor.

"For a Detective, you can be really dense sometimes." I teased and stood on my toes to meet his lips. I could feel his smile, before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me for real.

I wasted no time, shrugging off my jacket and working on his.

"You know, the male Japanese puffer fish cleans up and decorates his house as a mating ritual?" I mumbled between kisses, as his clothes fell to the floor. My pants joined soon.

"Where'd you learn about that?"

"Discovery channel." I moaned as his hand cupped me between my legs.

He paused and stared down at me. "You watched discovery channel after we broke up?"

"And ate ice cream. Lots of ice cream."

"I can see that." He smirked, pinching at my butt. I jumped with a yelp, which only put me closer to him. He took the opportunity to hike me up around his waist, walking to the bedroom.

Instead of setting me down, he let me be on top and teased my legs with feather like touches. I was about to shrug off my top when he stopped me.

"So the tidying up . . . turns on the female?"

"Big time. The cleaner, the sexier." I admitted and leaned down to kiss him again, but he held me up, sat at his hips. I could already feel him between my legs.

"And what does the female do?"

"She lets him fuck her."

"No show?"

"Mating is no joke underwater, Ryan." I said, quoting the narrator. He seemed so amused. "Males have to fight each other to the death just for a chance."

"I'm glad we've evolved." He said, drawing circles on my thigh.

"Enough that males don't have to do all the work?" I teased.

"Exactly. Touch yourself."

I stilled, staring down at him with a frown. His eyes were so dark in the lamp light.

"What?"

"Show me how you touched yourself all these years without me."

"And that'll turn you on?"

"Big time." He inhaled and I got off him with a smirk, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I opened up spotify and played the song on repeat.

I swayed my hips in tune with Leslie Gore's You don't own me, slowly hiking up my shirt.

"Interesting choice. You wanna tell me something, baby?"

I simply smiled and reached my hand underneath my shirt and cupped my breast. He swallowed and shifted his hips.

I smiled, taking my nipple between my fingers and pulling at it. I moaned, licking my lips with my head tilted back. I kneaded at my breasts as he watched, twisting at my nipples with sinful moans. He was right. This was so hot.

I slowly inched my fingers into my panties, my breathing erratic. I'd only done this last night, but him watching was a whole another thing.

He watched my fingers as I moved them in a circular motion, still swaying my hips. It usually took me atleast a minute of dedicated fingering, but I could feel that build up in my belly. Like a spring was tightly coiled and begged for release. It had to be because he was watching me unblinking and mouth agape.

I met his eyes as I shimmied my panties down and eased a finger into myself, squealing. Eyes closed, I pumped my finger into myself, shallow at first, but then going all the way up to the knuckle. When I opened my eyes, he was sat at the edge of the bed, his hands squeezing the sheets. I smiled and eased another finger inside me, gasping and falling to my knees. The song had reached its chorus, and the built up of music was in time with my own impending orgasm. I fell to my back on the floor in front of him, pumping my fingers faster as my other hand clutched at my breast. My thighs began to shiver and my back arched as I came, and it hit me like a train.

I writhed on the floor as I came down from my high, moaning and gasping. I allowed myself a few seconds of rest, having my eyes closed and my legs pressed together. Then, I sat up and looked at him, my breathing still hasty and my heart pounding.

"Hot and bothered yet, Detective?" I teased, and he was above me in a second. My t shirt flew over my head and my panties came off all the way. He reached his mouth down and sucked at my already sensitive nipples, pulling more moans from me. I fisted my fingers into his hair and urged him to swallow me whole. It hurt so good.

My hips grinded against his hardness, wanting more despite the high I just had. But I could never do what he did to me. My fingers would always be inadequate and fall short of the mind-blowing pleasures he awarded me.

Unable to wait any longer, I helped him kick off his pants and boxers, and cried when he bobbed between my legs there, swollen and ready. But he still teased. He ran his tip along my entrance and I grinded my hips against it, wishing he'd get the clue.

"Ryan, please . . ." I begged, not recognizing my voice.

He conceded, pushing in all the way and I sat up on my elbows, watching him as he fucked me. A deep rumble bubbled up his throat, and his mouth popped open as he went deeper. I lay back down and he had his palms by my side as he pumped, his lips reaching down to kiss my neck.

I moaned appreciatively into his ear, and he paced up.

"You feel so good." He moaned and wrapped my thighs around him as he thrust, and came inside me. It was the fastest he ever had. Ryan gasped and fell on his back on my right, catching his breath.

"That was nice." I commented, licking my lips. "For round 1."

I got up to my feet and helped him too, taking him to the bed.

"There's a couple more things I saw on the discovery channel I wanna try . . ."

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