H. Mallory - Ghouls Rush In

Ryan chuckled as I laughed and then he reached for me, pulling me into the cocoon of his embrace. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his chest as I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beating. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this happy.

“ Will you allow me to give you my opinion on this situation now? ” Drake asked.

“ No, ” I responded immediately. “ And don’t tempt me into tuning you out completely! ”

“D’accord ! Fine! ”

“So there is one other thing I screwed up on,” Ryan interrupted in a deep, throaty voice.

I glanced up at him and frowned. “What did you screw up on?”

He tilted my chin and stared into my eyes as he smiled. “Our last kiss.”

I felt myself blushing all the way from my toes to my cheeks. “Yeah, you did sort of botch that one, didn’t you?”

He chuckled and then stood up to his full, impressive height as he stared at me with unmasked yearning in his eyes. “I’m about to make it up to you,” he practically whispered.

I nodded and swallowed hard. “I think I’m about to let you,” I whispered back.

Ryan chuckled, taking the few steps that separated us until he was only a couple of inches from me. He leaned into me, but when I thought he would kiss me, he nuzzled my ear and peppered kisses down the line of my neck instead. “Do you accept my apology for nearly botchin’ everythin’?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered, even though my eyes were closed and my breathing was growing heavier.

His lips found mine and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Arrêtez ! Stop this! You have no idea how completely uncomfortable this is for me! ” Drake suddenly shouted in my head and he sounded pissed. “ I have never had a homosexual experience in my life and I did not plan on starting in my afterlife! Incroyable ! ”

Shock ricocheted through me as I realized I’d completely forgotten about Drake! “ You’re tuned out! ” I said immediately. “ I don’t want you to see or hear any of this! ”

I had to take a deep breath as I waited for Drake’s response but not getting one, I figured my forcing him out of my head had worked. Or I hoped so.

“Pey, is everythin’ okay?” Ryan asked as he glanced down at me, a wide smile on his lips. “You seem preoccupied?”

I nodded immediately. “Yes, everything’s okay,” I breathed and then let out a little moan as he lifted me up and, holding me in front of him, gave me no choice but to straddle him. He carried me over a few steps to the edge of the bed where he carefully deposited me on my back. Lying beside me, only a few inches of air separated us. He raised himself up on his elbows and then paused for a moment, gazing down at me with what looked like admiration in his eyes.

“Peyton, are we movin’ too fast?”

I immediately shook my head as my belly clinched with the realization that what we were doing was probably going to lead to sex. I mean, we were lying on my bed and the passion between us was so thick, Christopher could have cut it with his lancet.

“Are you gonna be okay if we do this?” Ryan continued.

I immediately nodded but then I realized that maybe he wouldn’t be okay with it. I cleared my throat as I gazed up at him. “Are…are you going to be okay with it? I don’t want to rush you,” I started, but he immediately shook his head.

“I’ve taken the last couple o’ days to make peace with everythin’, Peyton. I’ve done nothin’ but think an’ think some more an’ I’ve reached the conclusion, logically an’ emotionally, that I want to move forward with you.” He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled down at me. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anythin’ in a very long time.”

That was good enough for me. “Then take what you want,” I whispered in response.

Ryan gave me a smile that spoke volumes. Coupled with the burning passion in his eyes, I felt my breath catch in my throat. A flurry of butterflies quivered through me, fluttering on a breeze of elation. I just couldn’t believe that Ryan and I were finally getting down to it, that sex was in the cards at last. It felt like such a long time coming and I’d imagined the moment so many times that it hardly felt real.

I watched him lower his body on top of mine. He was tender and careful to distribute his weight so he wouldn’t crush me. He pushed his hips between my legs and the breath caught in my throat. He was so close to me! So close I could absolutely feel his excitement for me stirring against my inner thigh.

And his scent! All I wanted to do was close my eyes and inhale it—a mixture of soap, Tide detergent, spicy aftershave, and the natural aroma of his skin.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he whispered into my ear as he brought his mouth to my neck after peppering kisses along my collarbone. I didn’t say anything because I was too busy trying to mentally record in rapturous detail exactly what his kisses felt like. He kissed me down to the line of the top of my nightgown, and when I thought he might make a play for my breasts, he simply started up the line of my neck again, aiming toward my chin. Such a tease!

When he reached my face, he pulled away and smiled down at me. “You’re beautiful, Peyton.” He pushed a stray tendril of hair behind my ear and grinned broadly. “So beautiful.”

I couldn’t speak, and hoped the enormous grin that stretched my lips was response enough for him. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his smile broadened into a smile that was just as wide as mine. Before I knew it, his lips fastened on mine. They were so soft and moist. I wrapped my arms around his expansive chest, pulling him toward me as tightly as I could. I loved the feel of his large, warm body against mine.

I whimpered when his tongue pushed into my mouth. As soon as he heard my small cry, he responded by pushing his pelvis against me. His tongue eagerly sought mine and I ran my hands through his hair as our tongues mated. He pulled his pelvis away from me only to thrust it forward again. In glorious response, I moaned and broke the seal of our tongues. I craned my neck backward and arched up toward him, closing my eyes as I focused entirely on the tingling between my thighs. It was beginning to burn but felt delicious…not so much pain as it was an urge for satiation.

“Tell me what you want, Pey,” Ryan groaned as he pulled himself up onto his arms and continued to grind against me with his lower half.

“You,” I answered breathlessly, yanking him back toward me again. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head, obviously playing with me. It was like he’d become possessed by a demon whose sole purpose was to taunt me.

“Oh my God,” I grumbled.

He continued to chuckle, obviously enjoying my disquietude. “What do you want, Peyton? Tell me what you want.”

I pushed up onto my elbows and narrowed my eyes as I realized his game. A smirk formed on my lips when I spotted his erection, which was straining against his pants. In response, I spread my legs wider and arched up against him, moving up and down along the length of him. I watched him swallowing hard as he dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “Now you tell me, Ryan, what you want,” I demanded, smiling victoriously when he opened his eyes and focused on me.

He chuckled for only a moment before suddenly nodding. The expression on his face said he was meeting my bet and raising me. “I want nothin’ more,” he started as he pushed against me with a wicked smile, “than to be inside you.”

I gulped and said nothing at all because his words were turning my lower half into a swimming pool. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted a man so badly, or the last time I’d been this turned on. After considering it, I realized I’d never been this turned on before. I wanted to feel Ryan pushing inside of me more than I’d ever wanted anything. “Kiss me,” I groaned as I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him against me. His kiss was much more urgent this time. Our tongues met instantly and we groped one another blindly. Ryan ran his hands through my hair as I pushed mine underneath his shirt and was thrilled when I felt his muscular abs. I worked my way up to his pecs, which were…rock hard.