Falling For Ryan: Part Two Page 2

  “Yes, we may have got our shit together.” I hear Chris squeal like a girl on the other end of the phone.

  “We want to keep it quiet for a bit though, so please ca—ahh…can you keep it to yourselves? Shit.” While she’s talking, I drop to my knees, pull her to the edge of the worktop, and open her legs before planting kisses along the inside of her thigh, making my way to her pussy.

  “No, I’m fine, sorry. Go on.” I can hear him talking while her eyes bore into mine. I stick my tongue out and touch it gently to her clit, hearing her suck in a breath.

  “Y-yes, we h-had messages from t-them.”

  “YESSS, I a-agree,” she shouts as I suck hard on her clit.

  All of a sudden, I hear excitement coming from the phone. “Shane, get here now, I’m totally talking to Molly while Ryan is fucking her, you’ve got to listen.” I can hear him laughing on the other end.

  “Fuck, Ryan is not…ahh. Shit, I’ve got to go. Bye.” She hangs up the phone and throws it down on the counter, leaning back on one hand to give me better access and holding me in place with her other in my hair. Seconds later, she screams my name and I can feel her pulsing against my mouth. Once she’s finished, I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

  Her eyes are glassy from pleasure, I watch as her focus comes back before she shakes her head at me. “I can’t believe you just did that. They totally knew what you were doing.” I watch her cheeks redden slightly.

  “I know, I heard Chris shout. They were wrong, though. I wasn’t fucking you.”

  “Oh yes, because it would have been so much better if they knew you were eating my pussy while I tried to have a conversation with them!” she says, laughing. “I walked in on Chris giving Shane a blowjob once in the bathroom in the flat, so I guess it’s only fair they got a preview, too!”

  Molly’s stood at the sink, washing up after we’ve finished eating. I can’t pull my eyes away from her. She’s still wearing my t-shirt, but because she’s so short, it comes to her mid-thighs. Her hair’s still a mess from a night’s sleep with wet hair and three orgasms, her face is make-up free, and she looks stunning. I walk up behind her, sweeping her hair around to one side before wrapping my arms around her waist.

  “What’s the plan for the rest of the day, gorgeous?” I ask between kisses to her neck.

  “I was just thinking we could chill out here together. I want you all to myself for the day.”

  “Mmm, that sounds like a good idea.”

  I wait until she’s finished washing up, which takes her longer than usual because apparently my hands roaming under the t-shirt she’s wearing are distracting, before I lift her into my arms and walk out of the room.

  “Where are we going now?”

  “I want to get you all hot and wet,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at her as we head towards her room.

  “It won’t take much,” she says, nibbling on my earlobe.

  “I don’t doubt that for a second, but that wasn’t what I meant, you dirty bitch!” I walk us into her bathroom before sitting her down on the side of the bath, turning the taps on and pouring some bubbles in.

  “Oh,” she says, looking embarrassed.

  “Hey, stop the blushing. Saying that after I’ve given you three orgasms in just over twelve hours can’t possibly embarrass you.” Her cheeks redden even more. I just smile and shake my head at her. She can be so cute sometimes.

  After checking the temperature of the water, I walk over to her. “Arms up, Miss Molly.” She does as she’s told and I pull my t-shirt from her body. I’m still in awe of her curves. “I didn’t tell you last night, but watching you strip in front of me when I was in the shower was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

  “Really? I thought you were too pissed off to notice.”

  “Never. There’s nothing in the world that could distract me from your body, Molly. The moment I realised you came after me, I forgot about being pissed, and when you started getting naked, I almost forgot what happened.”

  She stands up and lifts her hand to cup my cheek, looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry. He just came at me. I was trying to get him to stop.”

  “It’s okay. I know. I knew straight away, really. You never would have had your eyes open to see me if you were into it. I panicked. Please, can we just forget about it? I think the evening ended how we both wanted it to, so let’s just move on.”

  “Oh, it ended better that I could have imagined.” She reaches up on her tiptoes and places a kiss against my lips. I take the opportunity to lift her up and gently lower her into the bath. Quickly removing my boxers, I slide in behind her so she can rest back against my chest.

  “This would be much more comfortable if your dick wasn’t poking me in the back, you know.”

  “You’re just going to have to get used to the fact that, if you’re naked, or just in the room, I will be hard.” I tighten my arms around her and smile.

  She’s mine at last.

  Molly

  After Ryan washes every inch of my body, as well as shampooing and conditioning my hair, he gets out, much to my disappointment. I’m instructed to enjoy the rest of my bath and that he’ll meet me upstairs when I’m done.

  While I’m lying here, thinking about what he could possibly be doing, it suddenly occurs to me that it’s his birthday soon—two weeks, I think. I need to come up with something amazing to show him how much I really do love him. After only a few minutes of thinking, it comes to me—and it’s brilliant. Something he’ll never forget.

  Once I’m back in my bedroom, I smile to myself when I see that Ryan has left me his Oxford Brookes t-shirt, the same one he gave me to wear the first night I stayed here with him. I pull it over my head and slip on a pair of knickers. After towel-drying my hair, I grab my laptop and start looking into hiring the dance studio for an hour next Thursday evening.

  Disappointment fills me when I get upstairs and find it empty. I grab myself a drink, settle on the sofa in front of the TV, and find some home improvement show to watch. It’s another forty minutes before I hear Ryan coming down the stairs. When he comes into the room, he takes one look at me and a wide smile breaks out across his face. My heart threatens to explode, seeing his happiness. Much to my delight, he’s still topless, but he’s put on a pair of jogging bottoms.

  “What have you been up to?”

  “Just arranging a surprise. Nice t-shirt, by the way.”

  “Thanks, it’s my boyfriend’s!” I didn’t think it possible, but his smile gets even wider. He looks so happy.

  “Say that again,” he says with his eyes twinkling.

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, he’s on me. I’m wrestled so that I’m lying on the sofa with him between my legs, hovering above me with his hands on either side of my head.

  “Again,” he demands, poking my nose with his.

  “Boyfrie—” He crashes his lips to mine before I can even finish the word. His tongue delves into my mouth, kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, we’re both panting. Sitting back, he looks down at me. I rake my eyes across his naked skin, enjoying the view, and I raise my eyebrows at his tented trousers.

  “Always,” he replies to my silent question. Tingles erupt in my stomach knowing I affect him so much just by being close. It makes me feel beautiful and sexy. I watch him put his hand in his pocket and pull my phone out before he places it on my chest. “This has been going crazy.”

  Grabbing it, I see that I’ve got ten missed calls from Chris and three voicemails. I groan. Whatever’s on those voicemails isn’t going to be good, I just know it.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Three voicemails from Chris. Are you ready?”

  “Uh…” I press play and wait.

  “Oh Ryan, oh yes,” Chris pants. “Oh yeah, just like that. Give it to me, Ryan.”

  “Oh God,” I groan, rolling my eyes before reluctantly pressing play on the next one.

  “Oh please, Ryan. Harder Ryan, harder
. Fuck me harder,” Shane says in a breathy voice.

  “Oh Ryan, that’s so good. Your cock feels so good inside me. Oh yeah, right there, yeah, right there. Oh, I’m gonna ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Chris shouts on the final message.

  “I’m going to fucking kill those two.”

  I realise Ryan hasn’t said anything while listening to the messages but, when I look up at him, it’s instantly obvious as to why. He’s too busy biting his lip, trying not to laugh. “Ryan!” I squeal at him and slap his arm.

  “Sorry, sorry.” He can’t hold it in any longer and ends up clutching his stomach where he’s laughing so much. It’s infectious. When I’ve calmed down enough to speak, I grab my phone and put it to my ear.

  Chris answers on the second ring. “Hey, what’s up?” he says, laughing.

  “I was going to be nice, but after that, I’ve decided my speech at your wedding is going to include you getting caught at it on the hood of your car in the supermarket car park, having to be rescued after a sex swing and handcuff experiment gone wrong, and the time you had to have a butt plug removed at the hospital after Shane got too rough.” I watch as Ryan’s eyebrows go so high, they almost hit his hairline.

  “Molly!” Chris shouts so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear. “You can't do that. Not all of them are true!”

  “Don’t care! I’ve still got a month, I’m sure I can make some others up.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Watch me, you fuckers,” I say, trying to keep the humour out of my voice. “I love you, even though you’re both little shits.”

  “Love you, too, Molly. Enjoy your sexy man.”

  I look up at Ryan after putting my phone back on the coffee table. He’s thinking so hard, I can almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes.

  “Which ones are true?” he asks.

  “I’ll let you think on that. Come here, I want to be in your arms.” Moving over, he pulls me into his side.

  We spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling and watching TV. I’ve just got up to decide what to make for dinner when Ryan's iPad starts ringing on the coffee table. Thinking it’s probably either Abbi or Liv FaceTiming, he grabs it quickly so he doesn’t miss them.

  I hear him groan behind me before he starts speaking. “Hi Mum.”

  I also groan, but I’m careful to keep mine internal. Looking over my shoulder, I make sure I’m out of her sight.

  “Ryan, for goodness’ sake, put some clothes on. You’ll give that girl the wrong idea if you’re walking around half-naked.” I can’t help but roll my eyes at her words.

  “Mother!” Ryan admonishes. “Can we please have a conversation where you don’t say anything bad about Molly? I don’t know how many times I have to tell you how wonderful she is. You’ll love her, I know you will.”

  “As you’ve said many times, she’s your friend, not mine. I just have to put up with her.”

  I can’t help but wonder what she’ll say when she finds out we’re together. Will she tell Ryan to get rid of me? Shit, will she give him an ultimatum? And if she does, what would he do? I know how important his parents are to him.

  “So…How’s dad?” Ryan asks to change the subject. I zone out of their conversation while I start to make dinner. I’m almost finished when something Ryan's mum says catches my attention.

  “Have you met the guy Abbi is seeing? Doreen said she saw her with some bad boy type in town yesterday. She should know better than that.”

  I quickly make my way around behind the iPad without being seen by Ryan’s mum and start waving my arms around, trying to tell Ryan not to say anything. I know for a fact that Abbi will not appreciate Ryan gossiping about her and Jax.

  “Uh no, sorry, can’t help. Abbi’s a big girl now, she can make her own decisions. She won’t let history repeat itself. She’s learnt her lesson.”

  “I hope you’re right, but Doreen said he had tattoos and everything.”

  “Mum, will you stop? Abbi is her own woman and can make her own decisions,” he repeats. “I’m sorry, but I need to go. I’ll ring you when I have a bit more time in the week.”

  “Oh, aren’t you coming up here for a few days?” From the sound of her voice, I would put money on her pouting as she said that, trying to guilt him into it.

  “No, sorry. I’m busy most of the week.”

  “With her?”

  “If by that you mean Molly, then yes.” She huffs at that announcement. “Speak soon, Mum. Bye,” Ryan snaps.

  “I love you, son. Bye.”

  Ryan disconnects the call without saying anything else. Throwing himself back on the sofa, he runs his hands through his hair and leans his head back with his eyes shut. I walk over, sit down next to him, and place my hand on his thigh. He flinches at my contact and looks at me, looking frustrated and disappointed.

  Chapter Three

  Ryan

  We have Molly’s delicious chilli for dinner before spending the rest of the night in front of the TV, watching all kinds of rubbish. it’s just after ten when she starts yawning. Sending her up to my bed, I tidy our mess and lock up the house. I’m as quick as I can; knowing Molly’s waiting for me in my bed has my already twitching dick standing to attention. I take the stairs three at a time and join her. She looks so tiny curled up in my huge bed. There’s a sadness in her eyes when I come to stop next to her that makes my stomach drop. Quickly dropping my trousers, I slide under the covers and pull her body to mine.

  “What’s wrong, gorgeous?”

  She bites down on her bottom lip to stop it from trembling and shakes her head at me.

  “No, something is wrong. Please tell me.”

  “It’s nothing, I’m just being silly.”

  “I don’t care how silly it is, if it makes you look like this, then it’s important. So, come on, out with it.”

  She looks down before she opens her mouth. “What if your mum never accepts me? You’ll end up ditching me because I don’t fit in with your family and your mum’s wishes for you.”

  My chin drops. Is that what she really thinks? Does she really not know how much she means to me? I roll her over onto her back so I can look down at her. She needs to see in my eyes how much I mean what I’m going to say. She refuses to look at me and moves her head to the side. Gently placing my hand on her cheek, I pull her head back so she has no choice.

  “Molly,” I whisper. “Do you really think that, just because my mum doesn’t like you, I would dump you?” She shrugs her shoulders and swallows down her emotion. “You really have no idea how much I love you, do you?

  “Shit, Molly, it’s all-consuming. I feel like my heart’s going to explode at any moment. When I’m with you, I want to be closer. When I’m not with you, you’re all I can think about, my body actually aches not being with you.” At some point during my little speech, I close my eyes. “I love you so much, Molly. Hell, those words don’t even begin to explain how I feel about you. No one is going to be able to get me to give you up. Not my mother, or anyone else who has an opinion about us. She will either learn to love you, or I won’t be seeing her very much. My sisters already love you, and I know my dad likes you, even though he has to put up with my mum. We’ll win her around and, if we don’t, then fuck her. This is my life, not hers, and I will spend my life with the woman I love.”

  I’m suddenly on my back with Molly straddling me. I’ve no idea where such a little person gets all her strength from. She places her forehead against mine and looks into my eyes.

  “I love you like that, too,” she whispers before dropping her lips to mine. It soon turns into something more passionate when she lowers herself and grinds her hotness against me. Grabbing her arse, I encourage her to keep moving. It feels so good. I’m dying to bury myself inside her. “Ryan,” she whispers when she pulls away from my mouth. “Make love to me.”

  I think about it for a few seconds before making a decision I never in a million years thought I would.

  “No.” It’s almost pa
inful to say.

  “No?” Her face drops. She looks hurt.

  “I promised you we would take it slow, and that’s what we’re going to do. We’re not having our first time after my mother’s upset you. When we do, it’s going to be perfect, just like you.”

  “Oh,” she says as I watch her lips quirk up to a smile. “Are you sure you’re okay waiting?”

  “I would wait forever for you.”

  She puts her face into the crook of my neck, lays her whole body on top of mine and holds me tightly as she places light kisses against my neck and shoulders. Rubbing my arms up and down her back slowly, it’s not long before I feel her breath even out. Once again, I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face because I have the most amazing woman in my arms.

  I wake up the next morning and roll over in search of the body that should be pressed up against mine, but I can’t find her. Quickly jumping out of bed, I grab the trousers I took off last night, go into the bathroom to do my stuff, and then head out of my room to find her. As I get to the bottom of the first set of stairs, I hear music coming from her room below. I’m disappointed when I find it empty, but only for a few seconds because I realise there’s water running. She’s in the shower—perfect! I walk into her ensuite to find her stood under the spray of water with her back to me. I stand there for a moment, admiring the water running down her body and over her perky arse. Making my way over and removing my trousers as I go, I walk straight up behind her. She flinches when our skin connects. My hands grip on to her hips before she leans back into me.

  “I missed waking up to you, gorgeous, but I’m thinking this might make up for it.”

  Running one of my hands up her side, I pull her wet hair away from her neck so I can put my lips there. I nibble my way from her shoulder up to her ear while my hands roam around her body. The skin of her neck vibrates as she moans quietly. Finding her pert nipples, I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger, causing her hips to move and her arse to grind against my already throbbing dick. Her chest is starting to rise and fall faster under my hands. “You like that, gorgeous?”