Against The Wall by Rhyannon Byrd Read Free Book Online Page B

could’ve ever fallen asleep in the sixty seconds it’d taken Jimmy to get it in, bump between her legs with the finesse of a dog dry-humping someone’s leg, and then blow his load in his rubber while groaning, “Oh baby, Jimmy gives it so good.”
    Puh…lease. She’d been so revolted she’d grabbed her things, headed back to her dorm room, and immediately taken an hour long, scalding shower to wash the whole sordid experience away.
    But Ryan was just as intoxicating as she’d always known he would be. All she wanted to do was get closer to him, until they were smashed against one another, and she could feel all that delicious strength and heat pounding her—inside of her. Damn, even through the barrier of his cotton boxers, his skin was hot to the touch—and hotter still as he forced down the elastic waistband. Then she was touching him flesh to flesh and couldn’t bite back the low hum of arousal that burst from her throat.
    Ryan’s big body shuddered against her slight frame as he worked her fingers up and down the length of his aching cock, his own hand showing her how to touch him, how hard he liked to be gripped and pulled.
    With his face suddenly buried in the sensitive crook of her neck and shoulder, Shea could feel the harsh groans of breath bursting from his throat against her skin, so warm and exciting. She loved the silkiness of his flesh, the burgeoning, granite-hard mass of pumping blood buried beneath the sliding skin.
    “Oh fuck,” he muttered, and again he guided her motions, teaching her how to stroke him from root to tip, their fingers tangled around the huge, pulsing rod.
    When Shea felt the moisture gathering on the massive, plum-like head, she couldn’t resist the erotic urge to explore the weeping slit with her thumb. “You’re wet,” she murmured thickly, smearing the pearly drops across the broad crown.
    Ryan ground his forehead into the wall above her left shoulder, pumping his cock between their fingers while animal-like snarls escaped his throat. He was hard and thick, pulsing from the wide base all the long way up to the huge head, and her sweet little touches were damn near unmanning him. His free hand fisted, then slammed into the wall beside his head. “Christ,” he panted gruffly. “I need to touch you, Shea, but I don’t wanna rush this—rush you.”
    “Damn it, Ryan, do I look rushed?” She loved his warm, masculine scent and nuzzled his collarbone for more. But she needed his taste too, and so she lapped at the hollow in the base of his throat, wanting to explore everywhere at once. “Please touch me, Ry. I’ve dreamed about what it’d be like to have your hands on me, inside of me, making me scream.”
    He cursed viciously beneath his breath, and before she could blink, he ripped the insubstantial black lace thong from her body.
    Her empty hand was taken from its resting place against his hard-muscled chest. This time she suffered a moment’s hesitation as he forced it between her own legs, his fingers relentless in their hold and deliberate intent, their other hands still stroking his cock.
    She squirmed against him, shocked and flushed and so hungry for him she could barely stay on her feet. An excited moan broke through her lips as Ryan kneed her legs farther apart and moved their fingers across her drenched pussy, allowing her to feel the slippery wet heat and swollen flesh.
    “God, I want to fuck you,” he groaned against her neck, his face buried there, breathing in her sultry, feminine scent with every ragged breath he took.
    The back of her head ground into the wall and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Uhhmm—”
    He’d said he wanted to fuck her, and that’s what she wanted too, more than anything, but somehow this was all moving so fast and she was suddenly finding herself more anxious than she’d actually thought she’d be. Ryan was as sexually experienced as a guy could get, and even though she had a good grasp of the fundamentals, there was