Falling For Ryan: Part Two Page 5

  “What’s wrong…oh.” Ryan says when he comes to a stop next to me in front of the rather large stream. “Um, I’ll jump across, then I’ll catch you when you jump,” he says sceptically.

  “You think I can jump that with my little legs?”

  “We haven’t got much choice, really, have we?”

  With that said, he backs up a couple of steps before launching himself across the stream and just making it to the other side. He looks up at me encouragingly. “Your turn.”

  I walk back a little, muttering about my hatred of hiking and forests and anything related to the two, before I run a couple of steps, shut my eyes, and hope and pray I make it to the other side. My leading foot hits something before I feel Ryan’s arms come around me. Cracking my eye open, I look up to him. He’s laughing at me but I don’t care, because I’m not on my arse in the freezing cold stream.

  “You caught me,” I say, smiling at him.

  “I’ll always catch you, gorgeous,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Come on, let’s find that road.”

  We walk a few more minutes before we step foot on the first bit of tarmac we’ve seen for hours. I sigh in relief, knowing that this road will somehow join up to one we want. When I look up, I can’t believe my eyes.

  “Oh my God, is that the cabin?” Ryan appears from the trees behind me and looks in the direction I’m pointing.

  “Oh, thank fuck for that. I was beginning to think we’d be stuck in the forest forever.”

  “I knew you believed me and were lying about it all being fine,” I say, as we start marching in the direction of our cabin. In only a matter of minutes, Ryan is unlocking the door and I’m pushing past him to lie face-down on the bed. After a few seconds, he crashes around in the kitchen, and I hear the kettle click.

  Oh, a cup of tea may go some way to making me feel normal again.

  It’s not long before I hear his footsteps getting closer. I still haven’t moved from my face-down position.

  “Molly?” I hear him laugh behind me.

  “Go away, I’m dying!” I grumble back at him.

  “I’ve brought you a cup of tea. Roll over.” I shake my head at him. It doesn’t deter him, though, because his hands are soon on my waist as he flips me over himself. I groan as my muscles pull with the movement. I know he’s looking down at me, I can feel his stare burning into my skin, but I refuse to open my eyes. He sighs before he moves and walks out of the room. I worry that I might have pissed him off, but then I hear the most amazing sound: the bath running.

  “I thought that might cheer you up,” he says when he comes back in and sees the smile on my face. “Now, let’s get you out of these wet clothes. You’re soaking the bed.” He goes to my feet and undoes my boots. I hiss through my teeth when he pulls them off. “Shit, sorry, gorgeous.” He carefully pulls off the walking socks, but they feel like they’ve fused to my skin when he peels them from my blisters. “Bloody hell, no wonder you were complaining. Your blisters really do have blisters.”

  He stands up and pulls my leggings down, being careful of my feet as he passes. He then grabs my hands and pulls me so that I’m sitting so he can remove my coat, hoodie, and t-shirt. When I’m left in just my underwear, he stands back and has a good look.

  “You look fucking hot.”

  “Shut up. I’m sweaty, my hair is frizzy from the rain, and my feet are about to fall off. There isn’t an inch of my body that is looking hot right now.”

  “You clearly aren’t seeing what I am, then, because to me, you’ve never looked more perfect.”

  “You’re right. What I’m seeing is my boyfriend, who just got me lost in a forest for hours, stood in front of me with way too many clothes on.” His eyes run the length of my body once more before he reaches behind him and pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it on the floor, pushes his joggers from his hips and steps out of them. Crawling onto the bed between my legs, he places his hands on my waist and lifts me higher so I’m resting back against the headboard. He leans over and passes me my cup of tea.

  “Drink this, then we’re having a bath.” He quickly scoots off the bed and walks towards the bathroom. I can’t help but watch his perfect arse walk away. “I know you’re staring,” he says, before looking over his shoulder and giving me a cheeky smile. I shrug at him. I love his body; there’s no way I’ll stop looking at it.

  Once he has the bath ready, he returns to our room to drink his coffee with me.

  “Right, gorgeous girl, bath time.” Putting his mug down, he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue delves into my mouth and I join in. I sigh as his hands tickle down my arms and around my ribs so he can pull my bra from by body. His kisses a trail down my neck and across my breasts, goosebumps erupting in his wake as a throb begins between my legs. Sucking my nipples into his mouth when he reaches them, I moan in pleasure as sparks shoot off around my body. He continues kissing down my body until he’s at the bottom of the bed. His fingers hook around the sides of my knickers before he gently pulls them down my legs and lets them drop on the floor. His hands delve behind my knees and I squeal in surprise when he suddenly pulls me down the bed until he can grab onto my arse and lift me. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on to his neck, revelling in the feeling of his hot skin against mine. When we’re in front of the bath, he looks down at me and smiles, his eyes dark with desire.

  “What?”

  “I’m still wearing too many clothes.”

  “Put me on my feet and I’ll take them off for you,” I whisper seductively in his ear. He slowly lowers me and I continue my descent, kissing down his chest, following the waistband of his boxers when I get to them. Gripping the elastic, I pull them down his legs, releasing his hard dick. His eyes are simmering with desire as he stares at me on my knees in front of him. Taking him in my hand, I slowly suck him into my mouth. I give him one long, hard suck before standing back up and smiling at him.

  “Fucking tease,” he mutters, before grabbing me around the waist and lowering us both into the hot, bubbly water. My blisters sting like a bitch for a few seconds but it soon eases. We get ourselves comfortable with me lying between Ryan’s legs and my back against his chest. When I say comfortable, I mean as comfortable as I can be with his cock poking me in the back.

  We lie in silence for quite a while, just enjoying the warmth of the water and each other, along with the scent the candles are giving off. I’m just starting to doze off when he speaks.

  “I had a message on my phone when we got back from Will, telling me to meet him and the guys at the strip club for drinks on Thursday night for my birthday. I’d rather just spend it with you, if I’m honest, so I’m going to tell him I’ve already got plans.” I’m suddenly really glad I have my back to him, because he would be able to see right through me if we were having this conversation face to face.

  “Don’t be silly, Ry. Go out and have fun. I’ve booked you in for the weekend. One night apart won’t hurt.”

  “It’s not just being away from you, though. Why would I want to go to watch half-naked women dancing when I’ve got the sexiest woman on the planet at home, waiting for me?”

  “You’re going to have a laugh with your mates, not to look at strippers. Well, I hope so anyway,” I say, laughing. “Plus, I’ll be waiting for you naked in our bed when you get home.”

  “Hmmm, that does make it more appealing.”

  Chapter Six

  Ryan

  The last full day of our break has come around too fast. Once we got out of the bath last night, I found an Indian takeaway leaflet in the welcome pack and we ordered ourselves enough food to feed a small family for a week. After walking for so long, we were hungry, but our eyes were definitely bigger than our bellies. We lazed around in front of the TV but ended up going to bed pretty early. We were both exhausted from our excursion. I’m fairly sure Molly will never let me forget about my diabolical map reading skills.

  Even though we went to sleep early, we still wo
ke up late this morning and spent until lunchtime cuddled together and rolling around under the duvet. I love having Molly make me come with her hand, and especially her mouth, but I can’t help the desire to bury myself in her growing every day. I promised her I would wait, and I will, but it’s all I can think about.

  We eventually got up and had sandwiches for lunch before jumping in the hot tub and chilling out some more. I haven’t told Molly yet, but I’ve booked us a table at a restaurant in the local village tonight, so we’re going to have to get out soon and get ready. Although, having spent all day looking at her naked body, I’m having second thoughts about letting her get dressed. I’ve got a taxi booked for seven so we can both have a drink.

  Leaning over, I grab her hips and pull her over onto my lap.

  “Hey,” she says, smiling up at me.

  “Hey, gorgeous. You ready for today’s surprise?”

  “Oh yes, what is it?”

  “We need to get out and showered, then you can have it.”

  She narrows her eyes at me and pouts. “Can’t I have it now?”

  “Nope, come on.” I lift her tiny body up and carry her out of the hot tub, through the cabin, and into the shower. I let us get blasted with cold water for a few seconds before it warms up.

  “Fuck, that’s freezing,” she shouts, trying to move from under the spray, but I hold her tight to me. It’s the first innocent shower we’ve had together. It’s hard, pun intended, to stop Molly’s attempts, but I intend to enjoy her later after our meal.

  Once we’re done, I get her to sit on the edge of the bed wrapped in her towel while I go and get the biggest giftbox I brought with me.

  As we walk back into our bedroom, she looks at me with hungry eyes. I’m not sure if they’re for me because I only have a towel wrapped around my waist, or if they’re for the box I’m carrying.

  “Oh my God, it’s huge,” she squeals, clapping her hands together.

  “That’s what I’ve been told,” I deadpan, but she just looks at me with raised eyebrows.

  “Oh, of course, that, too,” she says. “I’ve got no complaints yet.”

  “You won’t ever have any complaints, Miss Molly. Especially if your past experiences are anything to go by.” I can’t help feeling smug.

  “That’s true. If you want to turn it in to a competition, you’ve won hands-down already. The only other person to give me as many orgasms as you have is me!”

  “And how I’d love to watch you do that,” Just the thought of watching Molly pleasure herself makes my dick twitch under my towel.

  “Hmm. Can I open the box now?” she asks excitedly.

  As I place it down next to her, she quickly turns so she’s sat on her knees, looking down at it, excitement filling her eyes. She slowly pulls the bow open and lifts the lid off. Painfully slowly, she moves the tissue paper to the side and reveals the first items in the box. When she looks up at me, she’s got a naughty smile on her lips. My heart pounds and my dick twitches again. The moment I saw the lingerie set in the shop, I just knew it would look stunning on her. She reaches into the box and pulls the bra out. It’s a dusky pink, my favourite colour for her, with silver detailing and a bow at the cleavage, and there’s a matching thong in the box, too.

  “These are gorgeous, and the right size.”

  “They will look gorgeous on you, you mean. Of course they’re the right size. I’m not likely to forget any detail of those perfect tits any time soon.”

  She places both items on the bed before turning her attention back to the box to unwrap some more. She gasps before pulling out the dress I’ve chosen for her. She has to get up onto her knees so she can see all of it.

  “Did you choose this yourself?”

  “Yes, do you like it?”

  “I love it.” She turns the dress around, holds it against herself and looks down. It’s a soft grey colour and has a deep V in the front that’s going to do wonders for her cleavage—and my view tonight. It’s tight around her waist before it flows loosely to her knees. “Ryan, are you okay? You look a little flushed.” I have to clear my throat before answering.

  “Yeah, sorry, just imagining what it will look like on the floor later.”

  “A bit presumptuous, aren’t you?”

  “Nah, you’re a sure thing.”

  She thinks about it for a few seconds before flashing me a smile. “Yeah, I guess I am where you’re concerned.”

  “There’s something else in the box.” I nod towards it and she dives in.

  “Oh my God. Ryan!” she screams, then jumps at me from the bed. She hits me with such force, I fall back with her on top of me. She doesn’t pay any attention to the loud thud that was my arse hitting the carpet, because she’s too busy shoving her tongue down my throat. Not that I’m complaining.

  Once the shock’s worn off, I roll us over so she’s on her back and I’m between her legs without breaking our kiss. My fingers automatically go the towel still wrapped around her and pull it open so I can get my hands on her sexy body. She has similar thoughts because she reaches down and pulls my mine open. When she relaxes back down, my throbbing dick lines up perfectly with her very ready entrance. She sucks in a breath when she feels the head of my cock brush her sensitive skin. I can’t help but thrust my hips slightly so I’m rubbing against her. It feels so good, and the desire to slide right into her is almost painful.

  “Ryan,” she moans against my lips.

  I pull back and look at her. She’s fucking stunning. Her chest is heaving with her increased breathing, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are bright with lust, and her drying chocolate hair is fanned out around her head on the cream carpet. I can’t help but think she looks like an angel. I sit back on my heels and admire her.

  “So, you like them?”

  “Ryan, they’re Louboutins. I fucking love them. They’re so expensive, though.”

  “Only the best for my girl,” I repeat my words from the other night. When she moved in and insisted on paying more than I wanted her to, I promised myself I would somehow give it back, so this is me doing that. She’s always helping everyone else out and doing thoughtful things for them. It’s now her turn to be well and truly spoilt.

  She frowns at me, but I just shake my head at her. “Come on, gorgeous girl, we need to get ready. I want to see if you look as hot as I imagined in the shop in that outfit. The taxi’s picking us up at seven, so you’ve got an hour and no more.” I kiss the end of her nose, then get up and go into the bathroom so I can shave and finish getting ready while she faffs about.

  “Where are we going?” she shouts through to me.

  “Wait and see.”

  Fifty minutes later, I’m sitting in the living room, catching up with what’s been going on in the world while we’ve been hiding out here. I can’t for the life of me understand why it could possibly take Molly so long; she was perfect before she started. I’ve been sitting here fully dressed and ready to go for over twenty minutes now, trying to figure it out.

  I look down at myself. I’m wearing a light blue shirt because it’s Molly’s favourite—apparently, it brings out my eyes—a black pair of smart trousers, and black lace-up shoes. I hate dressing up. I’d much rather go in jeans and a t-shirt, but I don’t think they’d let me in the restaurant dressed like that. I do, however, refuse to wear a tie.

  “Are you nearly ready, Molls? The taxi will be here in a minute.”

  Two seconds after I finish speaking, she appears in the bedroom doorway, and I swear to God I actually stop breathing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful sight. My eyes run down her body from head to toe, taking it all in. She’s styled her hair in loose curls that hang around her shoulders. The underwear and dress do unbelievably awesome things to her tits. The dress emphasises her tiny waist before the fabric hangs loosely around her thighs, then shows off her toned calves and her shoes. Fuck me, the shoes are pure gold. I may never let her take them off.

  “Do I look okay?” she asks
hesitantly, a small smile playing on her lips.

  I can’t do anything because I’m frozen to the spot. The only things that are moving are my eyes, roaming all over her body, my heart that is beating two million miles an hour, and my dick that is straining so painfully against my trousers that I’m sure it’s going to burst through any moment.

  “Ryan?” She’s staring back at me, concern filling her eyes. Eventually, she hobbles over and crouches in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “Are you okay?” she whispers.

  “I…um…you…” I let out a big breath I didn’t realise I was holding and try again. “You just took my breath away. You look stunning, Molly. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

  “Thank you. And thank you for choosing it for me. I love it and it all fits perfectly. I’m the lucky one.”

  “I love you, gorgeous.” Just as I say that, my phone goes off to alert us that the taxi’s outside. “Come on, let’s grab our coats.”

  I look back when Molly isn’t right behind me, to see her hobbling my way. “I thought you said everything fit perfectly. You can barely walk in those shoes.”

  “The shoes are perfect, Ry. It’s the bloody blisters!” I hold Molly’s coat out for her when she gets close enough before pulling mine on. Turning back to her, I sweep her up in my arms and walk over to the front door.

  “Ryan,” she squeals. “What are you doing?”

  “Carrying you out to the taxi. You can barely walk on a flat surface let alone the stones out there. Can you open the door, please?” She wraps one arm around my neck and reaches the other out to open the door for us. Once we’re out, she double-checks it’s locked behind us before I walk us quickly to the waiting taxi.