Chapter 37 (8/1/16)

I hit the little phone icon next to his name, and Ryan picked up before the second ring even started.  “Hello, beautiful,” he answered smoothly.  “My place or yours?”

“You’re so confident that I want to see you,” I said.

“You wouldn’t have called if you didn’t,” he replied.  “You would have just texted back that you were busy.”

“How about you come here,” I suggested, ignoring that.  “I’ve been so lazy this weekend that I haven’t even gone out to get yesterday’s mail.  I don’t really feel like changing that now.”

“Oh, just what I want: sex with a lazy person!” he teased me.  “I’ll come over, but if I get there and you tell me you’re too lazy to have sex, I’m leaving.”

“I’m never too lazy for sex,” I assured him.  “You get yourself here and I’ll find some energy for you.”

My favorite thing about my friendship (and the associated benefits) with Ryan was that I didn’t have to get dressed up for him or put on makeup.  The shorts and tank top I was wearing was fine.  They wouldn’t be on for long once he got here anyway.  It was so easy and uncomplicated. 

Ryan knocked on my door about 45 minutes later, and I unlocked it and pulled it open.  “Here you go,” he said, handing me a couple envelopes.

“What is this?”

“Your mail, genius.  You said you hadn’t gone out for it, so I grabbed it on my way in.”  He flashed me a grin and slipped past me into the house.

“One of these days I’m going to tell someone you’re actually a nice guy and ruin your reputation,” I said, leaning against the wall and looking through the mail in my hand.  I followed Ryan into the kitchen, where he was getting himself a glass of water.  “That’s fine, make yourself at home,” I said.

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t such a terrible hostess,” he retorted.

I didn’t respond because I had gotten to a square envelope with Sam and Nate’s return address.  I snorted when I saw it was addressed to “Jenna Hoffman and Guest”.  I was impressed she had used my maiden name, at least.  I’d changed it back after the divorce, but a lot of people still called me Jenna Olsen.  I assumed this was the invitation to Nate’s birthday party that Sam had mentioned.

“What’s funny over there?” Ryan asked, coming over to me.  He stood behind me and wrapped one arm around my waist while he pushed my hair over one shoulder with his other hand.  He didn’t wait for me to answer, just started kissing my neck and shoulder.

“This invitation for this party is addressed to me and a guest,” I replied, leaning back into him while he worked his mouth from just behind my ear all the way down to my shoulder.  “It’s cute that she thinks I have a guest to bring.”

“I’m offended,” Ryan said indignantly, pausing his seduction. 

I laughed.  “You want to go with me?  To a birthday party that my ex-husband will be at?”

“Well if I didn’t before, I definitely do now!  Meet the infamous cheating ex-husband?  Why would I pass that up?”  He leaned forward a little and plucked the invitation out of my hand.  “Nate’s turning 33, huh?  Good for Nate.  I hope to do the same myself this year.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I said, shaking my head.

“And your ex will be there?  What’s his name?  Kevin?”

I sighed. “Yes, probably.”

“His name is probably Kevin?”  I glared at him and he grinned.  “I’m totally in.  Unless you don’t want to be seen in public with me.”

“Feeling antagonistic today?” I asked, taking the invitation back from him. 

“Today?  Always,” he said, chuckling.  “And I happen to know how much it sucks to go to a social event where your ex will also be.  So if you wanted to bring a date, I’d be happy to do the honors.”

“Can I think about it?” I asked.  “No offense, I just need to decide if it will be better to go alone or not.  I still feel like I have to tread carefully here.  I mean, I’m not even sure I want to go myself.” 

“I understand,” he said.  “Just let me know, I’m pretty sure I’m still home then and not traveling.”  He dropped his mouth back to my shoulder, took the invitation out of my hand, and set it on the counter.  One hand came up and drew my tank top and bra strap over my shoulder, his mouth following closely behind.  I groaned softly as he gently nipped at my exposed skin, then lightly sucked at the same spot.  “Turn around,” he said quietly in my ear, nibbling at my ear lobe.  I did as he requested and he lifted me up onto the counter. 

Ryan pushed my knees apart and then pulled me by my thighs until my butt was at the edge of the counter and I was pressed up against him.  I automatically wrapped my legs around his back and leaned down to kiss him.  It was weird being eye level with someone I was kissing, but I liked it. I worked my hands into his hair, which had grown out a little over the last month.  He tipped my head up and began kissing my throat and then along my collarbone.  I sighed and tightened my grip on his hair.  “Do you want to go upstairs?” I asked hopefully.

“Nope,” he said, kissing down my chest until he got to the low neckline of my tank top.  He kissed along it and then said, “I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter.”  His words sent a shiver up my spine and he laughed softly at the goosebumps that rose along my skin.  “No objections then?” he asked, his hands wandering under my tank top and pulling my bra away from my skin.

“No,” I breathed, gasping as he rolled one of my nipples between his fingers.  “Mmm, no objections.”

“Good,” he replied, his breath warm against my chest.  He tugged my tank top up and over my head, then easily unhooked and discarded my bra.  I braced myself on one hand as he sucked one of my nipples between his lips.  My other hand gripped the back of his neck, holding his head where it was as my legs locked behind his back.  He gave the other side some attention and then gently eased me back so I was laying across the island.  He quickly slid my shorts over my hips and tossed them to the side and knelt in front of me.  I moaned as his tongue searched out a sensitive spot while his hands supported my hips so I didn’t slip off the counter. 

He stopped just short of my orgasm and I growled in frustration as he stood and quickly got rid of his shirt and shorts.  “You’ll be fine,” he said, chuckling.  He pulled me into a sitting position and readjusted my hips on the counter, then guided himself into me.  I moaned again against his lips as he ground his hips against mine.  I’d never had sex at this angle before and he was hitting all the right spots.  It didn’t take long for me to drop my head to shoulder and grip his arms tightly as I came, and he didn’t even slow down.  I was breathless and moaning against his neck as he held my hips still and thrust into me.

Finally, he began to slow until he was barely moving.  Then he pulled out of me and lifted me off the counter.  “Turn around,” he said, repeating his words from earlier.  I turned to face the counter and he put one hand between my shoulder blades and pushed down gently.  I bent over the counter and leaned my face against its cool surface while he looped one arm under my leg and pulled it up to rest, bent, on the counter and he pushed hard back into me.  I grabbed the other side of the island to steady myself as he thrust into me.  I came again when he reached around my hips and began moving his fingers against me in time with his thrusts.  Luckily he came shortly after, just before my legs gave out.  Ryan easily steadied me with an arm around my waist until I could stand again.

“We’ve defiled my kitchen,” I said, bending to pick up my clothes, which were scattered around the kitchen.  Ryan’s, on the other hand, were in a neat pile a couple feet away.  “Why do my clothes always end up everywhere while yours end up in a convenient little pile at your feet?” I asked.

“Because I love watching you bend over to pick them all up,” he said, smacking my bare ass as I retrieved my tank top from near the garbage can. 

“You are such a fucking perv,” I grumbled, straightening with my shorts in hand. 

“I know, isn’t it great?” he asked.  He was leaning against the counter, still completely naked, watching me gather my clothes.  I marveled for a second at how completely comfortable I was wandering around my kitchen naked in front of him.  I was never even this comfortable naked with Kevin when I actually liked him.  I wriggled back into my shorts and pulled my tank top on, skipping the bra. 

“Put some clothes on,” I told him, rolling my eyes.

“Why?  What are you up to the rest of the day? Are you kicking me out already?”

I looked up and shrugged.  “I mean, I was planning to just be lazy the rest of the day.  If you wanted to join me in my sloth, I wouldn’t say no.”

“What are the chances of more sex later if I stick around?” he asked, stretching lazily and smirking at me.

“Slim to none with an attitude like that,” I told him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love when you get sassy?” he asked, finally bending and pulling on his shorts.  He picked up his shirt but made no move to put it on. 

“Yes,” I replied, grabbing a glass and getting some water.  Then without waiting for Ryan, I turned and walked into the living room.  

We ended up laying on the couch together watching documentaries on Netflix for the next 4 hours.  During the last hour we were watching, I surprised neither of us when I rolled over to face him and kissed him several times.  We’d make out for a little while and then I’d turn back to the TV.  Each time I turned away from him again I could feel him growing harder against my hips.  By the 4^th time, he was aggressively nipping at my neck.

“Impatient?” I asked, gasping as he bit down hard near the outside of my shoulder.  “Mmm,” I groaned as his teeth dragged across my skin. 

“I want to fuck you senseless,” he growled in my ear.  I laughed and moved my hips against his, making him groan and nip at my earlobe. 

“You’re awfully aggressive,” I teased him, still grinding my hips slowly against his.  “I should make you say please.  I could make you beg for it.”

“I think you’re the one that’s going to be begging for it,” he countered, sliding his hand up my shirt.  His fingers found a nipple and he circled it lightly before gripping it between his finger and thumb and tugging and rolling and gently twisting it until I moaned. 

“No way,” I gasped, working my hips harder against him.  “No begging here.” 

Rebuffed, he changed his approach, moving his hand from my chest, down my stomach, and slipping it inside my shorts.  He ran his fingers lightly everywhere but where I wanted them, but I refused to react.  It was fun to feel his tension build as he tried to get me to beg for more.

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he said, before he finally slid his fingers across my clit.  I moaned and pressed my hips towards his hand and he moved it away.  I didn’t even have time to process the absence of his fingers though, because he quickly tugged off my shorts, rolled me onto my stomach, and thrust into me.  I buried my face in the couch to stifle my moans as he got a hand beneath us both and pressed two fingers against my clit. 

There wasn’t quite enough room for my right arm on the couch, so I hung it over the side, but I couldn’t quite reach the floor.  I was trying to figure out what to do with it when Ryan slowed down, grabbed my arm, and pulled it behind my back.  He held my wrist against the small of my back and it was surprisingly hot.  Neither of us lasted much longer after that. 

“Are you going to leave me alone and let me watch the rest of this documentary now?” I asked, rolling onto my side so he could lay behind me on the couch again. 

He laughed.  “Seriously?  You started it.”  He slung an arm around my waist and pressed his face against my neck.  I didn’t understand how he went from growling at me and ‘fucking me senseless’ to burrowing into my neck like a kid. 

“I guess that’s true,” I admitted.

Ryan stayed most of the day.  We had sex one more time before he left—lazy spooning sex on the couch.  Finally he untangled himself from me, stood and stretched, and pulled his clothes on.  “I should go,” he said lazily. 

            When I didn’t say anything, he turned and looked at me pointedly like he was expecting an answer.  “Okay?” I replied, sitting up.  He frowned.  “Don’t look so disappointed.  You’re not getting anymore today.”

            He grinned and pulled me to my feet, kissing my forehead and saying, “That’s fine, you’ll need your rest, I’m home for a month.”  He walked over to the door and put his shoes on.  I leaned against the wall and watched him.  He paused with his hand on the doorknob and said, “Call when you need some more of this.”  Then he flashed me his million dollar grin and left.