Stripped From You: (Stripped Duet #1) Page 13

  “Ryan, I have spent the entire summer watching you doodle on napkins and trace in the sand. I may not be an artist, but I do know talent when I see it.”

  “You think I’m talented?”

  “Very.”

  “I wouldn’t know the first thing about applying to college,” I confess.

  “I can help you if you want.”

  I consider her offer. “Can I think about it?”

  “Of course. You don’t have to make any snap decisions tonight.”

  It’s definitely something to think about.

  Suddenly a strong gust of wind sends all her papers soaring through the air. We both scurry to catch them before they fly away. After a few seconds of flurrying commotion, we get them all.

  “That would have sucked,” Alana expresses as she piles the papers into a neat stack and then heads into the cabana. I just stand there, not sure if I should follow or not. It must be close to eight thirty. The sun has started to set and is throwing multiple hues of pink all over the sky.

  Alana pokes her head out the narrow doorway. “What are you, a vampire? Do I have to invite you in?”

  I shoot her— that mouth is going to get you in so much trouble— look.

  I glance over my shoulder. “I sort of wanted to get a swim in.” Considering I’ve been sweating like a pig all day.

  “Now? It’s getting dark.”

  “I need to clean up.” Why I didn’t plan this out better, I’ll never know. That’s what I get for thinking solely with the head in my pants.

  “So, we’ll take a shower.”

  “We’ll?”

  “Yes, I’m all sandy and salty from being on the beach all day.”

  “I sort of like you sandy and salty,” I admit.

  Alana rolls her eyes, then grabs my hand and yanks me inside. The cabana isn’t very big, but it isn’t that small either. I would describe it as cozy. It’s decorated in all oranges and creams, has a flat screen TV, and even a stall shower. Fancy schmancy.

  There’s an orange and cream striped La-Z-Boy in one corner near the small fridge and wet bar, and what looks like an oversized futon directly across with lots of small, matching throw pillows. Definitely cozy.

  But the smell. It smells like...

  “What is that?” I inhale.

  “The sweet scent?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Stargazer lilies.” Alana nods to a bright pinkish-orange bouquet of flowers near one of the tiny windows. “They were my mom’s favorite. We always have a fresh spray here.”

  She uses that melancholy tone, the one she always uses whenever she talks about her mother. It breaks my heart knowing she lost someone she loved so young.

  I turn to her, taking her face in my hands. “I’m sorry she’s gone.”

  “Me too.” She tries to smile. “I think she would have liked you.”

  “Oh yeah? If she was anything like you, I would have liked her too.”

  “I’m nothing like her. I only look like her.”

  “Well I’m pretty fond of the way you look.” I lean in and kiss her fiercely, no more depressing talk. Tonight, is about us and no one else.

  We stand in the middle of the room, just kissing and kissing until we are both out of breath and dizzy with desire.

  “I’m ready for that shower now,” I declare with my heart beating out of my chest. I’m so ready to put my hands all over her.

  Alana steps back and turns on the shower. Now that it’s dark, I notice the abundance of pillar candles flickering in the room.

  “When did you light those?”

  “They’re LED. I turned them on right before you got here.”

  “Sneaky,” I accuse playfully.

  Alana just shrugs. “I wanted to set the mood.”

  “You succeeded. But I should be the one giving you flowers and candles.”

  She looks up at me with immodest eyes. “You’re giving me exactly what I want.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You.”

  “Baby.” I swipe my thumb across her cheek. “You’ve definitely got me.”

  “Good.” She reaches up behind her neck and unties her bikini string. The material falls, exposing her chest. Everything inside me twitches. Then she repeats the seductive motion behind her back and on each side of her hips until she’s completely naked, and I’m completely drooling. I think that may have been one of the sexiest strip teases I have ever seen. She steps into the shower, leaving me standing there like a dope while steam expands through the tiny room. After a moment she pokes her head out. “You coming?”

  “Yes,” I answer.

  Hopefully many times tonight.

  I strip off my clothes, leaving them in a pile at my feet. I step into the shower to find Alana dripping wet under the stream. I don’t waste one second joining her under the water, pressing my lips and my body against hers, digging my erection into her hip.

  “Mmm.” I can’t help myself. The contact is heavenly. I touch every inch of her shamelessly and unapologetically. Her back, her legs, her stomach, her thighs. I run my thumbs over her nipples repeatedly, until she’s moaning in my mouth.

  “God, I love your body,” I rasp as I grab her ass and pull her against me. We both groan from the friction. She runs her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, then down my back, making my skin prickle all over.

  I don’t know how much longer just touching will suffice, so I slip my hand between her legs and circle my finger against her clit.

  “Ah...” Alana’s knees go weak. Just the reaction I was hoping for. I massage her gently, letting the sensation take over. She drops her head back, breathes deeply, and soaks up every drop of pleasure I give her. It’s arousing as hell watching her come apart as the spray from the showerhead dots her face with glimmering beads of water. She’s every man’s fantasy — tall, blonde, and beautiful — and she’s all mine. I go in for the kill, slipping one finger inside her because I want her coming now.

  “Ryan.” She digs her nails into my arms as I work her body into a frenzy.

  “Come for me, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to feel you come.”

  “Not like this.” She stops me dead in my tracks. “I want you inside me.”

  “Here?” I look down at her.

  “Yes, what’s wrong with here?” She’s panting and dazed with desire.

  “I just—” I search for the right words.

  “Ryan, what’s wrong?” She looks concerned and is quickly sobering up from the physical bliss.

  “Nothing, it’s just—” I stammer. “It’s your first time, and I want it to be perfect.” A stall shower is not exactly my idea of perfection.

  Alana smiles up at me. “Ryan, it doesn’t matter where it happens. It’s going to be perfect because it’s with you.”

  Well, damn.

  I can’t say no to her. I will never be able to say no to her. I hook one arm under her thigh and hoist her up, planting her against the wall.

  “If I hurt you, you tell me. Immediately.” She nods, her eyes wide, her legs spread, her breathing heavy. “We’re going to go slow.”

  I bring my lips to hers, brushing them lightly with mine, running my tongue along the seam of her mouth as I pump my hips against hers. “Hold on to me baby.” I reach down and adjust myself so we’re lined up at just the right angle, then I move slow, the tip of my head penetrating just inside her. Fuck, she’s wet and so tight — and holy hell — perfect. I grab onto her ass with both hands and lightly push in and pull back, taking her inch by tiny inch.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask, once I’m halfway in.

  She shakes her head, breathing steadily. “No, I’m fine, just a little pressure. You need to go faster.”

  “Oh really?” I chuckle and push in a little deeper. She tenses, and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain marking her face.

  “Ryan, please,” she begs. Must be pleasure.

  I take a deep breath and go for it. Plunging all the way insid
e her. We both cry out when I’m completely engulfed by her body.

  “Oh, God,” she pants, and I love that sound. I start to move, igniting little tiny shockwaves of heat that race up and down my entire body. This isn’t the way I pictured this going, but it couldn’t feel more perfect even if I had planned it.

  Alana and I eventually find a steady rhythm, her hips coming up to meet every one of my pulsating thrusts. Soon, our breaths are mingling, and our bodies are straining as the ecstasy takes over. My tailbone starts to tingle as she tightens around me.

  “Ryan,” she whimpers, signaling she’s close. “Please, please.” Her eyes are tensed shut, and her body is stiff. Far be it from me to deny the woman I love.

  I pump harder, giving her exactly what she wants, exactly what she’s begging for — my orgasm hot and ready, pooling at the base of my spine.

  Then, without any warning, she explodes, and I feel a rush of heat that’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. It blows me apart. We come together, a hailstorm of moans and sighs and physical gratification flooding the room.

  Goddamn. I do not remember my first time being that good or in sync or satisfying.

  I open my eyes to find Alana staring back at me. Our chests are still heaving, her legs are still open, and I am still pinning her up against the wall.

  “I fucking love you.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.

  “I fucking love you, too.”

  I withdraw from Alana as easily as I can. She winces once I pull out. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “I’m fine,” she reassures me when her feet are back down on the ground.

  “You okay?” I drop light kisses all over her face. Her cheeks, her eyes, her nose.

  “Fine.” She shifts, trying to catch my mouth with hers. She captures my lips, and I can’t suppress the stupid smile I know I’m wearing. She turns me into a fool.

  Then she glances downward and curses. A small trickle of blood is running along her leg and into the drain.

  “Well, there goes your virginity,” I joke.

  Alana looks up at me and laughs, a deep belly rumble that makes her face glow with happiness. “So it seems.”

  I grab the blue bottle off the shelf and squirt some liquid into my hand. The shower instantly fills with the smell of bubble bath. Alana’s signature scent. “I’ll wash you.”

  Alana doesn’t protest. She just lets me lather her up. Her hair, her arms, her back, her ass. I LOVE her ass. She moans, and it stirs all my senses.

  “I love touching you.” I kiss her neck once I’m done.

  “I love touching you, too.” She grabs the bottle then does the same to me. Washing every part of me clean. Spending extra time on my hair. Does she think it’s that dirty?

  Once our rubdowns are complete, and our fingers are pruney. We get out of the shower, wrap ourselves up in some fluffy towels, and lounge on the ultra-deluxe futon. I run my fingers through Alana’s damp hair, with her head resting on my lap. I don’t think I’ve ever been so content or relaxed.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask her for probably the twelfth time.

  She looks up at me. “I’m fine. Look, see?” She shakes her arms and shimmies her ass. “Official’s review finds… you didn’t break me.”

  I grin down at her. “You’re a wiseass, you know that? If I didn’t love your smart mouth so much, it’d be annoying.”

  She giggles. “Love me how I am.”

  “I do.” I lean down and kiss her.

  She looks up at me like she wants to ask me something. “What?” I probe.

  She sucks on her bottom lip. “Is a Dunkin’ Donuts bathroom really your favorite place to have sex?”

  I pause. “How long have you been waiting to ask me that?”

  “Since I overheard you and Mac talking.”

  “That conversation was enlightening, was it?”

  “In so many ways.”

  “Tell me about it.” I tickle her.

  “So?” She jumps, giggling. “Is it?”

  I sigh. “No, my favorite place to have sex is in a small stall shower in a cozy little cabana.”

  She glares up at me. “Be serious.”

  “I am. We only had sex in the bathroom because the girl worked there. It was the only place we could be alone. And before you ask, no, I didn’t love her, and no, it wasn’t anywhere near as good as it is with you.”

  “I wasn’t going to ask that. And we’ve only had sex once. How can you compare?”

  “Once is enough to know.” I shrug.

  She stares at me speculatively. A cute little smirk on her face. She thinks I’m full of shit.

  “Don’t ask the question if you aren’t going to believe the answer,” I prod her.

  Alana glares at me, but there’s still a little hint of amusement on her face. “Are you hungry?”

  “Whatcha got?” I grin smugly, conceding to her not so subtle topic change.

  Alana gets up and wanders over to the small fridge across the room and pulls out a tiny tray of fruit and cheese.

  “Snacks.” She places the plate on the table next to us then flips on her iPod. A sultry voice commands the room. Lana Del Rey, one of our favorites.

  “More mood?”

  “Just a little.” She hops back on the futon then reaches over me for a strawberry. I watch her put the red piece of fruit in her mouth and bite. It turns me on. Hard core. Even when she eats, she’s perfect and proper. And sexy as sin.

  “Do you like watching me chew?” she asks enticingly.

  “I like watching everything you do,” I confess while all my tendons tighten. She just rolls her eyes. Why can’t she take a compliment? “I mean it.”

  She nuzzles my neck, the scent of strawberry on her breath. “What else do you like to watch me do?”

  My jaw drops, and my dick twitches. She’s toying with me.

  “I like...” She licks my neck, and all my thoughts dissipate. I moan lethargically.

  “You didn’t answer my question, Ryan,” she rasps in my ear.

  I open my eyes and look at her. “I like watching how I make you feel.”

  Her cheeks inflame. Not the answer she was expecting?

  “How do I make you feel, Alana?” I probe alluringly.

  “I don’t know how to describe it,” she admits, and her honesty is disarming.

  I sit up and make quick work of getting her onto her back. “I’ll tell you how you make me feel.”

  I flick open her towel, then discard my own. “I like it when there’s nothing between us.” I lay on top of her. “I like it when you run your fingers through my hair and when you make me laugh.” I kiss her languidly, rolling my tongue lazily against hers for minutes upon minutes. Then I start making my way down her body, over her collarbone, to her chest, and take one of her nipples into my mouth. She writhes beneath me as I suck and lick and nip, taking my sweet, slow time winding her up.

  I could do this all night.

  I move farther down, over her tight stomach, peppering kisses on each hip bone. “I love the way you taste,” I expel huskily right before I put my mouth on the sensitive, pink flesh between her thighs.

  “Ryan!” She tenses and moans.

  “I love hearing you say my name,” I declare as I swipe my tongue against her clit, then swirl it around. Her body bows, a deep groan tearing from her throat. Fuck, it’s taking all the resolve I have not to attack her right here on the spot, but I want this to last. I want her to know exactly how she makes me feel. Which is fucking insane.

  I hook both my arms around her legs, fastening her to me, wide and exposed, and launch a sensual assault with my mouth. Purposely pushing her to the edge then pulling her back again, over and over, until she’s nearly weeping with pleasure.

  “Ryan, please!” She yanks on my hair. Did I mention how much I love hearing her say my name? I glance up at her. She’s panting and flushed and so fucking enticing I can’t put off not being inside her another second. I hastily lick my w
ay back up her body, pinning her underneath me with a scorching hot kiss that I’m sure singed the sheets.

  “I love that someone like you can love someone like me,” I confess, but I don’t leave any room for her to respond. “Open,” I order without missing a beat, and she complies, dropping her knees in a sweet, sweet surrender.

  I try to be nice, I really do, but the spiraling need trumps me, and I punch into her harder than intended. She cries out. Damn, she’s soaked and fuckin’ on fire.

  “Okay?” I pant.

  Alana nods, her breath labored against my skin. I grab her ass, fixing her to my body, and work my hips slow and controlled; a deliberate, maddening rhythm that echoes the dark, dreamy tempo of Summertime Sadness swallowing up the room. Alana couldn’t have picked better mood music even if she tried.

  “Tell me how it feels.” I surge into her, but she doesn’t say a word. “Alana, tell me,” I urge her with my body, drilling hard and deep until we’re both quivering.

  “Don’t hide from me.” I force her to look at me. “Not when we’re like this.”

  Like this, I want every single part of her unguarded and unhinged and broken open to me.

  She stares back at me breathless, vulnerable, and close to ruin. “Tell me you want it,” I demand again. “Say the words.”

  The friction between us is so intense my orgasm is charging in the pit of my stomach, ready to spark.

  I thrust once more with my eyes locked on hers, and her silence breaks. “I want it! Please, please, Ryan, I want it,” she strains. “Make me come.”

  She shifts her hips up to meet mine, sending a bolt of ecstasy vibrating between us.

  “Goddamn,” I grind out as Alana’s muscles clamp down around me. She lets go and so do I. My climax ripping me open from navel to neck.

  Fuuuuuck.

  My entire body feels like Jell-O as it gradually recovers from the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. I hold Alana close as the fog lifts, dropping light kisses on every part of her I can. When I fully come around, I realize she’s latched onto me, her face buried in my neck, her body shaking.

  “Babe, are you crying?”

  “No.” Her voice is small.

  “Alana?” I nudge her with my nose, beckoning her to look at me. “Did I hurt you? Too much too fast? What is it?” I’m starting to unravel.