The Passion Series (7 page)

11 – You Belong With Me

Ryan stood and grabbed her in his arms, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers. His hand grabbed her hair, freeing the chignon, letting the shiny blond mass of curls fall down her back. He’d never wanted her more.

“I’m going to take you, baby. You’re mine.” He lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the fireplace in the middle of the dining room. There was a huge, soft rug in front of it, inviting, although it was too warm for a fire. He stood her there and backed a step away. “Undress for me,” he ordered.

Heather was beyond blushing. She wanted Ryan. She wanted to please him. Slowly, she undressed while he watched. She started by pulling down the top of the strapless dress. She pulled hard and her breasts sprang free, round and firm above the material. She’d needed no bra and the knowledge that there had been nothing under the dress but her lovely breasts made Ryan’s cock grow bigger.

She carefully unzipped the back of the dress, watching the eager look on Ryan’s face as she lowered it to step out, barefoot. Her sandals had been left at the table, freeing her to rub his hard shaft inside his pants with her feet, more than once. Now she stood naked before him. “Turn around,” he commanded.

She complied without hesitation. Ryan’s arousal increased when the tiny rose tattoo with the delicate green leaves revealed itself at the top of her right buttocks, abov
e the top of the lace. Her firm round buttocks were barely covered by the lace strip. He undid the top of his pants to pull out his strong dick. “Bend over,” he commanded.

Heather felt a throbbing inside that refused to quiet. She was sure she’d come before he touched her if she didn’t hold back. Ryan reached over and pulled the tiny lace garment down, all the way to her ankles. She looked so damn sexy standing there like that. He grabbed both of her hips in his long hands and kissed her ass cheeks. He couldn’t get enough of her smell, the vague scent of roses, exotically blended with her female sex. He breathed in deeply.

Heather held her thighs to hold her balance, thoroughly enjoying his attention. He licked the back of her thighs and up her bare ass, then over her wet cunt. She groaned. It felt like he was eating her up. His tongue slid over her sex and dipped inside. She felt her body tighten, an orgasm only a breath away.

Ryan was now in front, licking her soft outer lips. Then he held out his arms and she sank down to the soft rug. He took her panties and tossed them aside, bent her legs up, and spread her thighs. “Let me see you,” he demanded. With both hands he opened her outer lips to reveal all that was intimate. She’d never felt more exposed.

“I want to look at your little pearl,” he whispered. His fingers held her open. He looked lustily at the hard little clit that begged to be touched. A wave of eroticism swept through him and he nearly lost it. Very lightly he let the tip of his tongue touch the most sensitive part of her and she cried out.

“Give yourself to me, baby.
All of you—everything.” His emotion washed over her, igniting her orgasm. She had nothing to hold back from him. He had her, down to her core. He licked her slick opening and blew on her clit and she moaned again. He let her thighs go wide apart. Then, with the tips of his fingers, he began to tap lightly on top of her pulsing clit. She yelled, unable to voice any word, just flying into a rush of erotic flows that gripped and rocked her until she came wildly. Ryan rubbed his growing dick, watching her in the last waves of orgasm. Her eyes were closed, but only for a moment.

Her desire for him had only increased. She looked up to see him with his hand on his throbbing cock. She leaned up and undid his pants the rest of the way and pulled them down. His hot balls clung under his erect penis. She lowered her mouth over the smooth, round head, letting it touch the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down. Ryan had both hands in her hair.

She leaned back a moment to look at his cock, blood-filled and distended before her. The sight of him, still almost fully clothed except for his naked sex, excited her. She did what she’d wanted to do all night. She ripped his clothes off, the jacket, the tie, the vest, the shirt, uncovering his muscular chest. Ryan helped her by taking off his shoes and pants, as his dick bobbed.

He sat with his back to the fireplace hearth, pulling her on top of him, guiding her to kneel over him. He fingered her clit, igniting her arousal. He took her hands and placed them around his rigid shaft. She began to massage up and down, admiring his huge hardness.

Ryan tweaked her nipples, pulling at them. They were already hard as pebbles. She was so aroused, his touches bordered on pain. Every nerve in her body was sensitive. He pulled her forward and kissed her belly. Then he reached to pick up the condom he’d removed from his pants pocket earlier and deftly covered his hard erection.

“I want to fuck you hard,” he gasped, sexual pleasure overwhelming him. He put both hands at her waist, guiding her over the top of his stiff penis. The head touched her slick opening, causing a current of lust to run though him. He slipped her down over him, gradually deeper. “Play with your nipples,” he pleaded, and Heather complied.

Her head tilted back as she slid up and down over Ryan’s huge cock. Her slender hands held her breasts and played with the tender nipples. He began to move her up and down faster, watching her pert breasts bounce lightly. That sent him over the edge.

He leaned her to the side and lowered her to the rug. His biceps flexed against his taut skin as he raised his body over her. “Open your legs, wide.” His gray eyes lit with lust as he plunged his huge dick inside her. Just the tip at first, then he felt it sinking deeper inside her.
All thought and control left him. He fucked her with fast strokes. In and out he slid, panting. Heather whimpered under him, verging on another orgasm.

Ryan placed his hands under her tight ass, lifting her slightly. The change of angle made his strokes rub her at just the right spot, deep inside. She felt her whole vagina contract as she clenched around Ryan. She screamed out her orgasm, oblivious to everything else. Ryan felt her squeeze him hard as he penetrated her again and again. Suddenly, he was shuddering, his orgasm coming with violence. He kept moving his hips, grinding over her, never wanting it to end.

He saw the just-fucked look in her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. He rolled beside her and curled her up in his arms so her head rested on his shoulder. His other hand reached out to stroke her cheek. “You belong with me,” he whispered. She sighed and nuzzled him. “I’m yours, Ryan.” And she had no doubt.

Passion Shattered – Part III

1 – The Painting

Heather felt like her heart and soul were in the painting she’d spent so many hours creating for Ryan Spencer Blake to display in his opulent wine cellar. When he’d first described what he wanted, it had touched her. “Passionate” would be the only way she could describe it.

Funny
, she thought,
how he has such a reputation for being a womanizer. I guess in Hollywood every star is the subject of gossip.
She was sure the stories had been exaggerations. Still, she never quite relaxed about the story of Ryan’s engagement to Christina Levain.

He told her that it was falsely leaked to the press, that he’d never intended to marry the beloved star. Yet Heather wondered if such a story could be completely untrue. Something must have given that idea to Christina.

Looking at the finished painting made her heart soar. It was probably her best work. She was sure it was exactly what Ryan had in mind. She couldn’t wait to show him. For now, it was safely stored in her studio.

The silence of her thoughts was broken by a male voice, and not the one she wanted to hear. Panic clenched her throat and she was unable to respond.

“Heather, are you in the studio?” The deep baritone voice intimidated her, like it always had. She froze.

“Heather?” Suddenly, his face was in the doorway. She felt violated. He had come downstairs and was in her private studio.

“I took my key back,” She choked out. “How did you get in here?”

He was handsome, she’d give him that. No wonder she’d fallen for him. He was tall and lean, always well dressed, but way too conservative, she’d found out later. Being an attorney suited him. In fact, she had often felt on trial when she was around him. He really had a nerve to speak to her as if he were welcome in her home.

“I had a copy made,” he confessed with an evil grin. He assumed too much. Just like when they were together, he felt she should change to suit him. Well, she wouldn’t dress how he liked or socialize at his boring parties. Nor would she change her art for him, and that was what made him so angry.

“Okay, so you’re here. Now leave.
“ She thought of the heartache she’d suffered because of this man. It was like him to return, just when she’d been able to put that relationship behind her.

“You still have several boxes of papers I need. The case is coming up this month.” He took a couple of steps closer to the canvas to appraise her art. The look of dismay on his face was obvious.

“You should have called. I’ll have them delivered to you,” she said in a shaky voice. The closer he stood to the painting, the more upset she became.

“I see you haven’t changed,” he said acidly. “What kind of trash is this?”

Heather was so insulted, she could barely speak. “It’s none of your business. Nothing about me, or what I paint, is your business. You took care of that a long time ago. Now, I’m asking you one more time to leave, or I’m calling the security guard to remove you. I’m sure you sweet-talked him to get past the entrance. That will be the only time that happens, I can assure you.”

Jamison stood looking at the painting, shaking his head. “Such talent, wasted,” he sneered. At his leisure, he left the studio. “I need those papers delivered this afternoon,” he shouted behind him. As soon as she was sure he’d left, Heather raced upstairs to the front door and bolted it.

Calling to the lobby, she spoke to security. “Jamison Stanton is just on his way out. He’s not welcome here. Don’t let him in again.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m very sorry about that. He said you were expecting him. I’ll make sure he’s on the prohibited list.” Heather slammed down the phone.

It astounded her that she’d once loved that man or deluded herself that she did. He could be very charming when he decided to be. It had taken her a long time to see what he really was. Even when he’d broken up with her, she would have taken him back, if only he’d asked, but not now. Finally, she was over him.

2 – The Garden

Ryan’s garden was beautifully tended. It was lush and overgrown. How nice to have lunch out here, she thought. It was only May, but was already getting warm. She removed her red cashmere blazer, hanging it over the arm of the chair.

The delicious male across from her, utterly comfortable in his washed jeans and V-neck sweater, made her forget about food. The little sandwich squares, nuts, and fruit were beautifully displayed. They looked almost too good to eat.

“Wine?” Ryan inclined the bottle of Pinot Gris over her glass.

“
Mmmm.” She nodded. Ryan seemed to pick only the best wines. It was always a treat. Just seeing Ryan was even more of a treat. She gazed with enjoyment at his handsome face, that mouth with the perfect cupid’s bow that kissed her in a way she’d never been kissed before. Ryan was smiling at her.

“You’re not at the office today?” She’d been pleasantly surprised at the lunch invitation, always assuming he was way too busy for weekday lunches. She was grateful to see him, if briefly.

“I’ll just work at my office here.” Of course, she thought. This place is huge. His office at home is bigger than the one downtown.

“So, should I be jealous?” Ryan tried to look serious, but his eyes sparkled. He felt the hardening under his jeans, having Heather so close. Her sweet aroma of roses drifted across the small table. He watched her cross her slender legs, noticing how perfectly the tight white jeans molded to them.

“You’ll have to clue me in.” Heather wasn’t sure what he was referring to.

“The man who stopped by and talked to Patricia this morning, he’s not a very good liar. Said he was interested in investing. Blake Enterprises doesn’t promote publicly. I do my own investing, and if I ask for other investors, it’s always privately. So, that tells me Mr. Jamison Stanton, attorney-at-law, had to do quite a bit of research to even find my office.

“The question is—why he would go to that trouble? I have my own research team. They come in handy for many things. I always like to be sure who I’m dealing with. So I checked this guy out. It kind of spooked me that he would just walk into my office without an appointment and under pretense.

“Turns out, he’s your former boyfriend. He’s a high-profile attorney, who represents Monica at Walker’s Private Paintings. I’m guessing that’s how you met him. I shudder to think of you with him.

“What I don’t know is why he’s become interested all of a sudden. If I were to guess, I’d say it’s the usual motive, jealousy. I’m sure he’s seen pictures of us. We’re no secret anymore.”

Heather’s cheeks flushed. How annoying that Jamison would intrude on her private life, of all the nerve.

“Ex is right,” she affirmed. “I’d rather not talk about him. I apologize that he’s bothering you. I’ll make it clear that he’s to leave you out of any dealings he has with me. And no, you shouldn’t be jealous, not in the least.”

“I can take care of Mr. Stanton, so no need to worry your pretty head about it. Now, let’s get back to the current topic—my painting. When will it be ready?”

“It is ready.” Heather couldn’t help but think of Jamison’s comment —“trashy.” Maybe she’d gone too far. He’d always said her paintings were in bad taste. So many times his attitude had crushed her. Even now, it made her hesitate.

“I thought you’d stopped working on it when you were, ah, upset with me. When you thought that Christina
Levain was competition and you were so gracefully backing out of our relationship.” There was that twinkle in his eyes again. Maybe he found her funny, but she had been dead serious about not fitting into his world. Jamison’s recent visit only reminded her of the need to avoid heartbreak, not sure she’d survive another emotionally crushing experience.

“I worked on it, secretly. I feel like it’s a part of me. There’s something about that painting. It seems to have a life all of its own.”

Ryan recalled how he’d described the painting he wanted, one of the first times he’d been with Heather. It had been at his office. The memory was highly erotic. He’d been unable to resist her, like now. He looked at her round breasts under her short little top, wanting to lift them out and see them naked. Those lush, soft, firm breasts needed his mouth on them.

“Will I see you later?” That lyrical voice gripped his heart. Her green eyes gave her away. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“I have plans for you, baby.” His voice sounded throaty with desire. Heather felt a liquid heat flow through her core. Desire pulled her to him, as if she were attached to a magnetic string. She stood up, her body not willing to be denied, aware that she behaved with Ryan as she had with no other man.

Ryan’s eyes opened wider as she kicked off her high heels and slowly stepped over the wood planks under her bare feet until she stood over him. The glazed look in her eyes had his cock pressing tightly against his jeans, begging for attention.

And Heather was all too willing. “I’m feeling hungry,” she whispered in a deep, sexy voice. She knelt before him. Ryan sat mesmerized by her beauty, the scent of her female arousal permeating the air. One by one, she opened the buttons of the fly of his jeans. Her sex clenched when she saw he was wearing a thong under the denim. It was just a band low across his hips with a soft cup that held his hot balls and hard penis.

Grabbing the band, she pulled it down over his huge erection, allowing it to spring free. The picture of them together in the garden, both fully clothed, with Ryan’s thick cock sticking out in the open air, was highly erotic to her.

The beautiful cock swelled before her eyes, the veins bulging. Without hesitation she touched it, using light, teasing touches. “So nice,” Ryan groaned. She rounded the swollen knob at the top with her finger, knowing it would be overly sensitive right now. Ryan watched with glassy eyes, licking up and down with her wet tongue, eating him like she was savoring a delicacy. Her hard nipples were visible though the thin garment she wore, taunting Ryan.

She opened her mouth and took in part of his length, sucking lightly. Ryan moaned and
his head fell back. She began to take more of his hot member in her mouth, feeling it farther back in her throat. Pleasure seemed to radiate through her, causing a throbbing between her legs. She moved her head back and looked up to see that Ryan was watching her. He grabbed his balls in one hand in an attempt to relieve some of the wonderful pain he was in.

She took that moment to pull her mouth off, hearing a little pop as he sprung free. His hips arched up slightly, not wanting her to leave. She looked into his partly closed eyes, knowing his need. She raised her hand, but instead of gripping his engorged cock, she batted it gently and watched it sway, springing away and back, tightly. Ryan’s moans excited her.

She waited, not even a second, and batted again. Back and forth only slightly, side to side, his cock swayed. His moans became louder. Heather felt her own wetness seeping into her pants. She tortured Ryan several more times, knowing his cock ached for release.

She placed a slender hand around his hard dick and slid it up and down, gradually harder. She looked up at him, seeing he hadn’t taken his eyes off her. She opened her mouth slightly and licked her lower lip provocatively. Then she touched the very tip of the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue, swirling around it, purposely driving him crazy.

She opened her mouth, and with her hand at the root of his throbbing dick, took in half of his length and sucked. She wanted Ryan’s cum in her mouth. It felt so private, so intimate. He was hers. She alternately licked and sucked. Ryan was panting heavily, his hands gripping her hair, assisting her in pleasuring him.

“Oh, God,” he gasped. She halted only for a moment. Knowing his desperation for release, she sought to prolong the delicious agony, if only just slightly. Then she sucked harder while moving up and down on his pulsing cock. All the while, her hand played rough, squeezing and rubbing all the way to the base.

A wash of salty cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed over and over to accommodate the volume. As Ryan was rocked with his orgasm, she held and softly squeezed his hot balls, pulling from him every drop he could give her. The muscles in his thighs had stiffened rock hard and now began to relax. His body slumped from the brief exhaustion of sexual tension. She rested the side of her head between his legs, the male smell of sex like a drug to her.

Her own clit was as hard as a pebble. She stood on wobbly legs and looked down at him. He held both her hands. She wanted to endure her sexual arousal and delay her satisfaction. The heat in her core and sopping wet pussy were a constant reminder of her limitless desire for him—only him.

Ryan wanted to give Heather endless orgasms, to satisfy her as she deserved. He leaned back in his chair, raking his hands through his hair and emitting a deep sigh. He looked mystified as she stepped back. With a blindingly bright smile, she said teasingly, “Later, baby.” She bent over to retrieve her high heels, making sure Ryan had the full on view of her ass as she did so. Then lifted her jacket from the arm of the chair and sashayed back to the house, knowing full well the effect she was having.