Fire 2

"We can forget all of the bad things and then start new."
"Is that enough for you."
"Do you love me?"
"As long as you do, it's always enough for me."


17. how rude

I smiled as he flipped me over kissing my neck and sliding off my shorts tracing the curves of my body as he did so. He kissed over my bra and I ached for him all over. His hands run over my stomach and under my bra. I gasped.

"Yes!" I cried waking myself up. God damn. I looked to my left to find Ryan sitting in a chair smirking.

"Fun dream?" He looked at my sweaty body as my chest rose up and down. "You gonna take your hands out of your pants?" No, I wanted to say. But I moved quickly. "How often do you have those dreams?"

"That was the first time actually."

"What so you're sex deprived?" I nodded as he jumped into the bed with me.

"Very much so."

"Maybe you should-"

"Masturbate more often?" It came out more seductively that I had intended. "Maybe I should." His eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Maybe you could watch." He gulped watching my hand trail down my body. I was hiding my awkward nervousness and focused on him. "Would you want to, Ryan?" He answered with a grown as my hand reached my panties.

"Jesus Christ, Scar." he groaned.

"Will you return the favor?"


"Touch yourself Ry." I commanded.


"Don't be nervous. It's nothing I haven't seen before." I said just before my hand disappeared  into my underwear.

"I want you to meet my mother." My hand flew out of my pants.

"Goddammit Ryan. Thank you for ruining the moment." He laughed.

"Well I - just it's gonna be her birthday and.." he sighed. "She hasn't met you and I want her to. We're getting married."

"Oh. Okay yeah that's fine. I want to meet her too." I smiled as he kissed my forehead. "Now get the fuck off of me." I pushed his shoulder playfully and he fell over pretending to be hurt.

"Oh god! My arm! It's broken in a zillion pieces!" I laughed and jumped out of bed. "How will I ever fix it?!"

"Go to the doctor." I joked putting on a tank top and walked into the kitchen. A few minutes passed and I was covered in flour making everything I could think of for breakfast. 

"Doctor. Doctor. I'm hurt." Ryan wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me to his chest. 

"Very funny Ryan." I pulled myself out of his grip and turned around. He grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the counter top. "Ryan!"

"Please doctor. I'll do anything." he kissed my neck.

"Ryan." I felt my shirt inch up.

"Scarlett." he moaned into my neck.

"This is so unsanitary."

"I'll wipe the counter I promise." he gripped the top of my underwear and pulled them down. "Mm. Breakfast." I laughed. "Fuck, do you even know what your doing to me?" I felt goosebumps appear all over my thighs and butt. 

"Baby I'm cold." I shivered. My complaints were ignored as he pressed his lips to mine pushing his crotch to mine I moaned feeling his hard-on. He unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms. 

"Oh you are cold." I rolled my eyes at his comment. His tongue trailed down my body and I closed my eyes resting my head against the cabinets. "F-fuck." I yelled out as his tongue touched me... there. 

"Oh you taste better than ever." he chuckled as I bucked my hips.

"Shut up." I groaned. "Baby I need you... Fuck! Oh my god! Yes! Baby, baby stop. I- I- fuck I need you!" He ignore my pleas and continued sucking and nibbling. "No I'm gonna c-" Knock knock. "Fucking shit!" I groaned as Ryan fell back in laughter. I hopped off the counter, pulled up my underwear and ran into our room. I threw myself on the bed and screamed into my pillow. 



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