One Night With My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 5

Annika POV

My heart lunges out of my chest and goes straight down to my stomach. I reach up protectively and touch my mask to make sure that it's still covering half of my face.

Once I'm satisfied that it's still firmly in place, I drop my hand to my side and shake my head. "I don't want to take it off," I tell him firmly.

Ryan raises his arms over his head in surrender. "Ok. That's fine by me." He grabs me around the waist and pulls me back against his chest. "You can keep the mask on but everything else goes off," he whispers against my lips before claiming them.

I melt into his arms, wrapping my hand around his neck and sliding my fingers through his silky soft strands.

Ryan's hands slide down my back and grope my ass cheeks, rubbing my front against the hard-on that I can definitely feel through his suit pants.

The kiss has become frantic. Our tongues battle together and Ryan keeps nipping my bottom lip.

"Ryan," I moan, not even having an idea of what I was asking for. I just know that I need him to do something.

I don't care what it is. He just has to do something.

Ryan lets out a low groan and picks me off the floor effortlessly.

He starts walking towards the bed without breaking the kiss, and drops me in the middle of it before using his body to cover mine.

I don't know how it happened, but soon I find myself naked down to my underwear and squirming on the bed. I have no idea when or how he managed to get my dress off me.

Ryan reaches around me and unclasps my bra next.

I drag it down my arms and now, I'm naked from the top down.

The urge to cross my arms over my chest is high but Ryan is staring at me with unrestrained heat in his eyes.

"f**k," Ryan breathes out, his gaze fixed on my breasts that I just exposed. "You are f*****g breathtaking."

My cheeks heat and I quickly grab him by the collar of his dress shirt and press my lips to his again.

A few minutes later, I'm the one who pulls away from the kiss to get some badly needed air. I breathe in deeply through my mouth and Ryan uses this chance to start peppering kisses all over my body.

He presses his face between my shoulder and neck and drops kisses there.

His tongue comes out next and he sucks and bites on my flesh before trying to lick the pain away. I'm a hot mess under him.

I'm squirming, writhing, and moaning as Ryan's kisses drift even lower.

I gasp and then moan as one of his hands reaches for my breast. He cups it, pinching the pebbled n****e between his thumb and forefinger.

Ryan's head is now between my breasts now and he's still peppering kisses all the expanse of flesh he finds there.

I jolt as Ryan suddenly wraps his lips around a n****e and sucks hard on it.

My back arches off the bed, pushing my breast further into his mouth.

He groans around my n****e and his other hand reaches up and cups my other breast. He shows it the same attention that he showed the other and soon, I'm pressing my thighs together and whimpering.

Pressure builds at my lower stomach, a telltale sign that I will soon have my first orgasm of the night.

All of a sudden, Ryan's lips leave my n****e and I'm just about to voice out my complaint when he starts kissing down my body so I just shut up.

He kisses just above my navel and then in the next second, his tongue dips into my navel.

I laugh at the feeling and push his head away from my stomach.

He takes the memo and moves further down.

Without any warning, Ryan presses his tongue flat on the center of the lace thong that I have on, wetting the thin material with his saliva.

I scream, my fingers sliding through his hair and gripping tightly.

Ryan laughs, his voice vibrating against my s*x and I hold on tighter.

Ryan's finger dips into the sides of the underwear and he drags it down my legs. I help him by lifting my hip for him to take it off.

Once my panty is off, Ryan grips my thighs and slips between them, holding them apart with his broad shoulders.

Then he practically dives in. He licks my s*x from my slit to my c**t before taking that tight nub into his mouth and sucking on it.

I cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Ryan's hand reaches up, groping my breast while his tongue wreaks havoc on my being.

I can't think straight. The only thing that I can do in this moment is feel. Feel how insanely good Ryan's hands and mouth are on me.

Ryan's tongue slides down to my slit and he thrust it in.

My mouth falls open with Ryan's name leaving my lips in broken syllables and my hips start thrusting up involuntarily. By the time I come down from the high, Ryan has moved away from between my legs and is kissing me again.

I gasp at the combination of my taste and him.

Suddenly, he pulls away from me and leaves the bed.

I watch his muscled back as he walks over to the wooden cabinet pushed against the wall.

He places a palm on the top of it and turns around to face me.

"You said your favourite part of the performance was when he used the riding crop on her, right?" He says, looking back at the cabinet before I even have a chance to answer his question.

Ryan opens one of the drawers and I watch with bated breath as he pulls out a short paddle.

"I don't think you're up for a riding crop but we can start from somewhere."

He shuts the drawer and starts heading back to the bed with the paddle in one hand.

My gaze is laser-focused on that paddle in his hand. Is he going to use that on me?