Free At Last by Billy London Page A

attack when he did that. Wasn't that a step down from an engagement ring?! It did help that the weather turned incredible, so we would meet up with the guys and go to either one of their favourite pubs or Jay’s gigs. He was a fantastic DJ; watching people’s reaction when he dropped killer hits was sick. I loved it. Jay and I became quite good friends, I liked to think. I liked the others too—well, Rich thought I was going to throw his friend under the bus at the first opportunity, but I made the effort to prod him into talking to me.
    Ryan and I would then weave our way back to his flat, and I would pretty much pounce on him. Now I’d had sex, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him all the time. There was an evening when we were watching a film together on TV, and my hand of its own accord drifted along his thigh then underneath the hem of his t-shirt, dragging my nails along his tummy.
    “If you carry on, you’re not allowed to ask me what happens at the end,” he told me lightly. I leaned closer and traced my mouth over his jawline, then slipped my hand into his jeans, feeling the heat of him against my palm.
    “You’ll tell me.”
    He sucked in a breath as my fingers curled around him, and I was still quite shocked to feel his dick growing instantly hard under my touch. It always surprised me that I made him react that way.
    “What if I’m busy?” he asked with difficulty, his hips arching into my hand.
    I gave a careless shrug. “What else are you planning on doing?”
    “When did you turn into such a fucking little tease?” he hissed, and before I knew it I was on my back on the carpet with my cropped jeans flying across the living room. Ryan’s hands roved along my ribs, his mouth moving hard over mine. He leaned up suddenly and yanked one of the drawers of the coffee table onto the floor.
    “There are some in my bag…” I murmured, stunned by the mess he was making. He gave a deliberate thrust of his hips into mine.
    “Your bag is too far away.” He tugged his jeans and boxers down and smoothed the condom on. “Lift your hips a little for me, babe,” he commanded against my lips as he edged my panties to the side.
    I felt the blunt hardness of him pressing against my pussy, before he pushed firmly and deeply into me. I couldn’t help my wince at the pressure of him inside me, as if my body didn’t want him there. But he kissed me then, both his hands on my face, running into my hair. He began to move roughly against me, rubbing my skin raw against the rug on the floor.
    “Babe, your pussy feels so good,” he groaned. “You like my cock inside you? You like being fucked?”
    I raised my hips even further, tightening my arms around his neck, and he hit a spot inside me that sent my body into complete spasms. “Yes, yes, I love how you fuck me.  Oh God…”
    My nails dug into his neck, and I tightened my thighs around his waist, sending him deeper into me. He suddenly pulled out of me completely, leaving a shiny wet trail along my inner thigh. God, I was so wet. He yanked my panties along my legs, then tugged my thighs along his torso, my calves over his shoulders. He plunged into me, and within three punches of his hips, I came really hard, shaking as I wailed, drenching him in my cream. As I was coming he moved faster, and the sound that was ripped from him vibrated through my legs as he pressed into me, holding my hips against him. After a few minutes, he eased my trembling limbs from his shoulders and pulled me onto his lap.
    I gave him several long kisses. “Much better than some independent film.”
    He arched his eyebrows. “Well, you’re not coming for film night again.”
    I realised something. “That was my first quickie!”
    Ryan rubbed his forehead against my cheek. “I’ve taught you well if you appreciate speed.”
    “No, you’re just lucky.”
    And he looked after me! How lovely it was being kissed in the morning with a cup of tea and near burnt toast (that’s how I