The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (8 page)

F
or a blind man
, for any man, the pace that Andy worked at was phenomenal. Our plates and cutlery were cleared away and the dessert wheeled in in record time.

Unlike the mains, Ryan had pre-ordered the dessert when he made the reservations. If it was meant to be a surprise, the fruity aroma may have given the game away.

I inhaled deeply. “Mmmm, is that strawberries?”

“Yep. Don’t touch.”

In the darkness I heard Ryan stand up and bring his chair next to mine, and sit down again. Like in the club, his leg was now touching mine, and without the food separating us, I could smell his cologne mixing with the strawberries to form some kind of panty-melting cloud of aroma.

That is one sexy smell…

“Where are you?” Ryan asked as if he didn’t know.

His hand touched my leg, my arm, then cradled my face and I leaned into his caress. Why did this feel so
good
? Had I been so unwanted my whole life that I craved Ryan’s attention
this
much?

The way my common sense ran for the hills every time I was with Ryan made me think that the answer was a resounding yes. That
touch
was pure desire. In this moment, at least, he
wanted
me with every fiber of his being.

His other hand joined in the caress, and he gathered my hair off my shoulders, wrapping it in a firm grip while I basked in his focus and his touch. Once it was wrapped tight enough to pull against my scalp, he gave the tiniest of shakes to test his control of my head, and found it to his liking when I gasped. I could almost see the smile on his face.

“Open. Your. Mouth,” he whispered.

I licked my lips, gulped and did as he commanded, just in time to feel a strawberry touch against my cheek. With the firm grip he had on my hair, I couldn’t freely turn my head to get it, but he quickly corrected course and the sweet fruit was popped into my mouth.

Strawberry flavor burst on my tongue and momentarily overwhelmed the scent of Ryan’s cologne. His fingers traced along my jawline as I chewed, so light that they almost tickled, just barely touching my newly-found erogenous zone before he reached for my next mouthful.

“This is going to get messy,” he said.

He was right in every sense of the word. I could feel a sensation between my legs like a faint hum, a feeling I knew was going to eventually result in me sitting here with wet panties if he kept this up.

Messy. And if I kept on caving in, the mess was going to change my life until I didn’t even recognize it anymore.

The way he
craved
me, yet controlled me, made me feel like some kind of a dirty princess. Now
that
thought made me shiver in pleasure.

“Open,” he said.

I did, and felt another strawberry hit me in the lips. Something was different about this one though, the fruit was covered in some kind of chocolate sauce that dripped from my mouth and down my chin.

“Mmmm, napkin!” I said around the strawberry, as it slipped across my tongue.

“Where?”

“My chin.”

Ryan leaned forward and, instead of a napkin, I felt his hot breath on my skin before his tongue found the errant rivulet of chocolate and he cleaned me. Licking upwards, he finished with a kiss on my mouth, which was clamped shut as if I was jealously guarding the chocolate-dipped strawberry that I hadn’t had the chance to chew yet.

Thankfully for all concerned, he didn’t try to extract it. He leaned back again and I could feel him preparing another treat for me.

“These are
so
good…” I said of the best strawberries I’d ever had in my life.

“Open.”

I opened wide, but it still wasn’t enough. Something that felt a lot like whipped cream was piled high on the fruit Ryan brought to my mouth and it hit my nose before anything else, then both sides of my mouth, and I felt some drip down on, and between, my breasts before the strawberry was actually past my lips. I squealed and squirmed, but Ryan twisted his handful of hair a little, settling me down again.

“Where?”

“Um… pretty much everywhere. This is starting to look less and less like an accident every time,”

“Oops.”

Ryan leaned forward again, pulling my head back to kiss me on the neck, one spot that was actually clean in comparison with everywhere else. His lips worked their way down at the same time as I felt his spare hand working its way up the inside of my thighs.

After a hesitation that was barely measurable, I shut the door on the notion of the friendzone when I slowly parted my legs to give him better access. My head was already in the right position for me to sigh lustily at the invisible ceiling when his fingers slipped inside my panties, and found me to be already as wet as I had imagined.

His finger slid freely across my labia and curled into the tight entrance that he and he alone had ever been inside, as his lips found a major deposit of whipped cream on the upper slopes of my left breast. My pussy clenched in response like an excited fangirl clutching at the lead singer in her favorite boy band, and I whimpered softly.

Ryan did as thorough a job as he could without the power of vision, practically worshipping my skin with his licks and sucks. He worked his way up my chest, up my neck, until he kissed me full on the lips.

He must have felt some of that whipped cream on my nose against his cheek. He broke off the kiss to tenderly lick the tip of my nose, before kissing me again and pulling some of my own sweet nectar out from my sex, circling my clit with one finger. Our lips touched again, not quite kissing because I was panting too much.

Ryan was using his fistful of hair and his lips brushing against mine to read my body language in the dark. Alternating between teasing me to heights of pleasure with his expert fingers, and slowing down to feed me a strawberry, he drove me so wild that only my own loud moaning, bordering on screaming, brought me back to my senses and I quietened down for a few minutes.

Just when I thought I might have been driven certifiably insane, Ryan paused again. I opened my mouth, ready for a strawberry, but none came.

I felt Ryan’s touch on my arm, travelling down and seeking my hand. When he found it, he brought it between his own legs and wrapped my fingers around this thick cock.

With his hand over mine, he guided me in a few strokes up and down his length before letting go, so he could pleasure my pussy again. Like a sex machine, my hand kept on stroking up and down almost without any conscious effort of will.

His finger was so slick with my juices that he was able to thrust it in and out of my pussy no matter how hard I clamped down in my ecstasy. Ryan whisper-growled his appreciation, giving me the filthiest compliments any woman ever received.

A fuzzy sensation like an itch being scratched was growing in my belly, and when he started concentrating all his efforts on my clit, that feeling only intensified. My hips started bucking, images of the last time I’d seen the incredible cock that was now in my hand flashed through my mind.

If the lights had switched on and I found that everybody I’d ever met in my life was in the room with us, it couldn’t have stopped my orgasm at that point. However, when I felt Ryan kiss his way from my lips to that spot behind my ear, he pressed home his unfair advantage.

I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t restrain the rising volume of my voice, I couldn’t
think
. All I could do was explode in the dark.

There was nothing for me to see to keep my bearings. As wave after wave of pure bliss washed over me, I quickly lost any sense of which way was up. We were tumbling through space with my hand on his rock-hard cock, his finger on my go-button, and his lips on my neck.

The panting, the moaning, all came to my ears as if through thick pillows, and I saw lights for the first time since entering the room when bursts of color flashed in front of my eyes. It was hard to know what was real and what was orgasm-fueled hallucination.

Finally, Ryan slowed down into a lazy circular motion all around my quivering slit and I regained my sense of gravity. I was slumped in my chair in an unladylike splayed position, my thighs occasionally twitching but not enough to close my legs and restore my modesty.

Ryan stood and, although my hand was on his cock, he was doing all the guiding as the tip first touched to my cheek and then found its way to my mouth. My lips were already parted so I could catch my breath, and his manhood slid straight in, immediately becoming the center of my world.

All that pure male
power
, right on my tongue. I could feel every tiny detail on its hot, throbbing, surface so much more clearly than before, and exploring it was my brand new fascination.

Ryan stayed still, one fist gripping my hair tightly and the other hand covering mine over his shaft. I ran the tip of my tongue over the bumpy ridge as far as I could curl it around, then did the same on the other side, feeling him twitch and throb in response.

I’m doing that!

A thrill shivered its way through my body as I listened and felt the way my actions affected Ryan. I had no experience to draw on, but the complete darkness made me acutely aware of the way he caught his breath when I sucked my cheeks in to hug his cock on both sides and ran my tongue along the bottom, or the way he groaned quietly when I flicked my tongue along that ridge from side to side.

It was such a turn-on to feel his excitement, to not worry about what I looked like or that there was a world outside of this darkness. There was nothing to think about but the pure joy of pleasing the man who had given me so much of my own pleasure to deal with.

After a while, Ryan began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock almost out of my mouth before plunging back in again, adding a whole new dimension to the experience. New areas to lick when he was deep, suck hard when he was almost out, so he couldn’t leave me completely.

He tasted
so good
! Right up there with the meal, if extremely contrasting in flavor, it was the essence of manhood, pre-cum, and the aftertaste of strawberries, cream and chocolate.

I sucked and licked with reckless abandon, pushing my man to ever higher levels of excitement, and his thrusting became harder, faster,
deeper
, as he started to lose control to his own basic instincts. His cock hit the back of my throat lightly at first, but gradually harder and harder until I had to use all my concentration to fight off my gag reflex.

I was swept away in the lust of the moment and almost
furious
at my body’s natural protest. I almost
dared
myself to gag, not that there was any consequence I could realistically threaten myself with.

“Holy fuck…” Ryan breathed.

He was fucking my face as hard as he could and I was still with him. When he realized this, he pulled my head against this thrusting cock and held it there until the tip popped into my throat, then slowly inched further inside me.

My eyes watered in the pitch black as my mouth was subjected to the seemingly endless cock that Ryan slowly fed into me, in the same way he had done to my pussy when he took my virginity. By the time his balls came to rest on my chin, I was already desperate for air, staying conscious by sheer willpower and excitement at this feat I had somehow accomplished.

Ryan curled his other hand around the back of my head and forced every last fraction of an inch into my throat before he released me and pulled back until I could breathe again. I gasped for air as his cock popped out of my mouth and rested on my face, but it wasn’t long until he guided himself past my lips again.

Armed with the knowledge that he could thrust past my lips as hard and deep as he wanted, Ryan utterly dominated me. My eyes watered, rivulets of saliva and pre-cum dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, on to my breasts, then met in my cleavage and made a break for my bellybutton.

He gripped my hair tighter until it was on the border of pain, his cock hardened even further until you could have bent a horseshoe around it, then he groaned low and guttural as he flooded my mouth with his creamy sperm. His flavor took over completely, and I moaned in appreciation as I tried to keep up with him, swallowing as quickly as I could around his thickness.

The best of efforts weren’t enough, and I felt some of his seed flow out of my mouth, dripping down my chin and on my breasts, just as his spurts of cum started to slow down. I caught up again and found myself licking him clean as if I hadn’t just had one of the best meals of my life.

Eventually, Ryan sat down again and the only sound was the two of us panting in the impenetrable blackness. My skin felt vaguely tingly, like the weakest case of pins and needles ever, and I felt so warm and relaxed that I wanted to curl up next to Ryan and fall asleep in his arms.

Ryan took a deep breath. “Fuck that was
hot
, Sarina.”

“Mmmm,” I said, waking up a little.

“I think I need to go to the bathroom to clean up a little.”

“Yeah, I think I do too,” I said.

“OK, follow me.”

He grabbed my hand and we fumbled our way to the corner of the room Andy had indicated and found the door. Once through the light trap we were confronted by a short hallway with one door on each side bearing the words “Ladies” and “Gents.”

Ryan turned to look at me, and as I squinted up at him in the light I burst out laughing. He had a smear of honey mustard sauce from his eye to his ear, and the opposite cheek was covered in a mixture of cream and chocolate, as were his lips.

Of course, I wasn’t laughing alone, because he did the exact same when he caught a glimpse of me. I paused for a split second, suddenly feeling a flash of self-consciousness that had been unable to find me in the dark room, but couldn’t stop myself from cracking up again. I must have been quite the sight.

“I don’t know what
you’re
laughing at, sunshine, but-”

“You’ll see,” I said.

“Glass houses. Stones. Meet you out here again in couple of hours once you’ve cleaned up.”