The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

“I’ve told you before,” he continues. “All you’ve got to do is say the word. Ask for my help, Indy.” As tempting as it is to let the words slip out of my mouth, I hesitate.

“You think I’m acting?” “I don’t know what’s what anymore.” His palm slides down my back, cupping my ass, and pulling my hips into his where I’m met with a bulge hitting just above the apex of my thighs. “Does this feel fake to you?” My breath catches. “Jealousy turns you on?” “Nah. No need to be jealous when I know what’s mine. I’m the one you’re going home with.”

Screamingggggg

“There’s room for you now, Indy,” Maddison says before distracting himself with the red-haired beauty he’s married to. The engine starts and as we take off down the road, I move to slip off Ryan. But instead, one large hand grips my hip, keeping me in place. “Don’t,” he grounds out in my ear.

Ahhhhhhhh

“I just want everyone to know,” Zanders announces from the backseat. “I joined the mile high club today.”

Lmaooooo

“He got down on one knee, so I got on two,” Stevie cuts in with a casual shrug. “That’s my girl!” I exclaim. “Sir.” Ryan leans forward to the driver. “I’m going to jump out real quick so if you could pick up speed that’d be great.”

Lmaooooooo

“Do you have any pickup lines?” I quietly ask Ryan for no one else to hear. He shakes his head. “Nah. I’d rather pin you down than pick you up.”

“Ryan,” I interject, halting him. “My dress. Will you unzip me?” He takes his time moving the zipper down my body, as if knowing this is the end of our night and wanting to make it last. His breath lingers on the back of my neck, his fingers skim the spine of my back, and my body is ignited with goosebumps once I realize his proximity.

With the back of my dress hanging open, Ryan curves his palms around my hips, fingertips digging in. “There you go.”

“Ry.” I stop him at his door. He looks back to me, eyes desperate and begging. “Will you help me?” His head falls back, exhaling a sigh of relief. “Fucking finally.”

Screaming!!

In two quick strides I have her pinned against the wall, legs slung over my hips, and the straps of her pretty red dress falling over the slopes of her shoulders. Chests pressed together, I can feel her thumping heart as I work my mouth over the length of her neck. I kiss and lick the delicate skin, feeling a soft whimper work its way up her throat and against my lips.

Screamingggggg

God, I want to put them in my mouth and suck and bite, maybe see if I can make her come from that alone. Because tonight is all about her. She’s going to come harder than she’s ever come in her life.

Ryan mf Shayyyyy

I have the most gorgeous woman, who’s incredibly smart and caring, in my arms, her pussy seeking my cock with every rock of her hips. She’s hot already, and I could bet good money that she’s wet too.

I didn’t lie when I said I don’t like faking intimacy. Last time my jealousy wouldn’t let me hold back from tasting her mouth with mine. I know how I feel about Indy, and fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss ever since the she first time she opened that pretty mouth and spoke, but she’s blatantly told me this is all she can give me, and the idea of getting invested in another woman who doesn’t reciprocate my intentions is terrifying.

She asked me to help her come. She didn’t ask me to get attached and kiss those pouty lips until I can’t think straight. Until I can’t walk straight. God, I want to though.

Finding the bows holding her dress straps together, I take the satin between my teeth, pulling at the fabric until it falls open. By the time I’ve undone the other as well, Indy has my white dress shirt completely open.

Hotttttt

“I touched myself thinking of you,” she admits. Fucking hell. My dick is aching, crying against my zipper from the six hottest words I’ve ever heard in my life.

“What did you think about?” “Your hands.” “Oh yeah?”

Hottttttt

I lightly squeeze the sides of her neck, testing to see if she’s into that sort of thing. Her agreeable moan vibrates against my palm. “This,” she exhales. “You on top of me. How it would feel to be under you.”

With my knees between her thighs, I hook my index finger into the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to her belly. My eyes immediately drop to her chest. Hard nipples pull taut under her bra which happens to be strapless and black, subtle yet devastatingly sexy. “Your favorite color.” Good God.

Yesssssss

I’m going to be the guy who comes in his pants from a few words. Granted, they’re the perfect words coming from the most kissable mouth, but if I don’t take back some control, this night is going to go very differently than I planned.

“You didn’t come when you thought about me, Ind? Because every time I’ve touched myself while thinking of you, I’ve come so hard I almost black out.” “You touch yourself while thinking of me?” I exhale a humorless laugh. “That night we went camping? I thought ...

I run both my palms over her stomach and waist, loving the way she feels under my touch. “I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to. You’re going to make yourself come.” “But I can’t,” she protests. “It doesn’t work. Please, Ryan. You said you’d help me.” “I am helping. I’m going to distract you, and you’re going to touch yourself.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

There’s a fierce surge of possessiveness running through me, screaming mine. Her legs are spread on my couch. She lives in my house. She wants my cock.

“Touch yourself, Ind. Make yourself feel good.” Sitting up on my knees, I peel off my shirt, tossing it to the ground. “But first, for the love of God, show me what’s underneath.”

Im deadddddd

Fabric in my favorite color loosens around her bust before she drops it to the ground. Her tits are fucking wonderful, tempting and needing to be sucked.

“Ind,”

“You’re fucking beautiful. I mean, I knew you were...

“You should probably touch me then, don...

“Prob...

She whimpers the most angelic cry.

Between us, I move her hand back to the hem of her dress, using my own to guide it upward. “Show me.” I lick a path between her tits, my eyes locking on hers. She’s dilated and dazed, soft under my tongue. I love seeing her like this. My chaotic girl is even more disordered, unable to breathe in a steady rhythm, unable to let her mind wander to places it shouldn’t.

Looking down, I watch our hands bring her dress up, slowly sliding the satin against her soft thighs. It gathers around her hips, and she lifts her ass off the couch to bring the material to her waist. I’ve never loved the color black more than I do now, seeing it wet and between Indy’s legs.

That control I’m so good at? Yeah, it’s about to fly out of the fucking window. I’m two seconds away from ripping that thong off, needing to see all of her.

“Show me,” I beg once again, fisting my hands on the couch. “Please show me.” She toys with the string on her hips, her fire-engine red fingernails running the length of the fabric covering her center. “Don’t tease me, Blue.” It’s a warning. “Fucking show me.”

“Jesus, Ind,” I choke out in admiration. “How are you real? You’re fucking stunning.” “Thank you,” she says softly. There’s a small patch of trimmed hair just above the cleft. Dark pinkish-purple folds gleam with her arousal. Her slit is tempting and teetering me on the edge of flat-out giving up years of practiced celibacy, solely to find out what it would feel like to have those lips slide over my cock.

I want to touch her, spread her, see every part of her, but she’s supposed to be touching herself. She’s supposed to be learning, my little Ivy-League student.

Taking her hand, I guide it south, covering her fingers with my own. I use our index and middle fingers to rub the length of her core before opening her and letting ...

“If you want to stop, tell me. But you don’t have to be nervous with me. God, you’re fucking perfect,

“I like knowing you’re here. That you’re watching me.” “Then I’ll just be here, eternally grateful that I get to watch you make yourself come.” I move her hand once again, forcing a bit more pressure and together, we find her clit.

“What’s your thing, Ind, huh? Do you like to be called names in bed? Do you like to be talked down to?”

“No, that’s not it. My little valedictorian likes to be praised, doesn’t she?” A whimper. The prettiest, sexiest sound I’ve ever heard comes from her throat.

“Yours too,” she pleads. “Put your finger inside me.” “Fuck, Indy. You keep talking like that and I’m going to come before you do.”

Pulling my cock out, I give it a quick tug, then pinch it at the base, needing to stop before I explode. When her finger comes out again, I cover it with mine, both of ours breaking the entrance. She’s so goddamn tight. Our fingers are a snug fit, her walls already pulsing. And all I can think about is my cock in my hand. How deliciously constricted it would be inside her.

Am I going to come? The cock in my hand is leaking and angry that it’s not inside anything other than my fist. One quick tug and I’ll be coming all over the edge of this couch. “Yeah, baby. I’m going to come.” “Can I watch?”

Indy’s dazed gaze finds my dick as it moves between my languid strokes. “Oh,” she breathes out. “Wow, that’s big.” I chuckle. “Ind, how about you come before you start inflating my ego.” “Yes, sir.”

She keeps her attention on me. “Come on me,” she begs. “Oh fuck. I—” “There it is. Good girl, Blue. You’re doing so fucking good.”

The flush of an overly needed orgasm warming her skin, and I’m ruined. I’m fucking ruined.

Ryan scans the room, finding me in the corner. His ocean eyes widen with shock as his strides pick up pace to meet me. He’s beautiful and commanding, but I have no idea what he’s doing here. Is this part of the deal? Him acting like a protective boyfriend in front of my old friends?

“What are you doing here?” I ask, finally giving in and leaning into his touch. “I’m taking you home. You’re sick, Blue.” “I’m fine, and your sister is a little snitch.” He chuckles a warm laugh. “Yeah, well her stubborn best friend wouldn’t listen to her.”

“Why aren’t you at practice?” “I called out.” “Why?” “Why do you think, Ind?”