Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance (9 page)

“Maybe I need to work on remembering that,” I said.

He squeezed me.  “I like you just the way you are,” he said.  “I’ll be right back.  Are you okay here?”

Never better.  “Yes,” I said. 

He squeezed my hand and headed inside.  I couldn’t resist watching him go.  He was so sculpted.  So… squeezable.  I could see servers greeting him warmly as he passed through.  Always a good sign.  Allowing myself a tiny sigh, I turned back towards the beautiful view, fiddling with the straw in my drink. 

Then this blonde kid slid into Ry’s chair.  “What are you looking at?” he said.  There’s something about him that instantly made me feel uneasy.  The sneer on his face, his popped collar- the palpable sense of entitlement smearing off him.  I could tell he’s never worked a day in his life.

"You know, that seat is taken," I said.

"It wasn't when I came in," he said, leaning forward. 

"Hm." 

A big guy walked out onto the patio, two drinks in his hands, looking around.

"Is that him? Nope, not your type," the frat boy said.  Smarmy, that’s the word.

"What do you want?" I said.  He was silent- he’d used up his lines- so I needled him. 

“How old are you?" I said.

"Twenty-two," he said, with that smug frat asshole expression. I wanted to smack him.

"Twenty-two, and you don't know what you want. How does that happen?"

He reached out to try to touch my hair and I jerked back.   "Why do you dye your hair black?" he said.

"Go away."

He just sat there, looking at me.  I was about to jump up and leave, but then Ry came back.  For a moment he just stood there politely. I could tell he wasn’t sure if was is a guy I knew, and he didn’t want to be rude, but-

The kid looked up at him, and his smile went all rubbery and weird and kind of flat.  He wanted to get in a fight.  He wasn’t out looking for girls- he was looking for a fight.  He leered. 

I stood abruptly, and went inside.  Ry followed.  We put our drinks down at the bar and stood close together, our hips nearly touching, grinning at each other. 

“What was that?” he said, softly.  He ran his hand through the underside of my hair, cupping my face.

I put my hand over his, pressing my cheek into his touch.  His hand was so warm and firm.  “That,” I said, “was a freak.”

“What’s the world coming to these days,” Ry said.  But everything outside he and I had disappeared; the dimensions of the night and the bar and the room had all fallen away.

“You want to get out of here?” he said.  His voice was low, deliciously scratchy.

He grabbed my hand.  Suddenly, we were running, laughing hysterically.  We were outside, the sound of our footsteps echoing all around us and I could see the flickering flames of gas lamps at the corners of my awareness like tiny fallen stars, and all at once we were back in the cobblestone alley outside his house where I’d stood just a few days before talking with Chef. 

We stood there still giggling, catching our breath. 

Then Ry pulled me close.  He pressed his lips to mine, closing his eyes.  I was spun up in his kiss like glitter whirling through a shook up snow-globe. 

“You make my knees weak,” I murmured.

He dipped me back, laughing, and my body responded to his as naturally as if I’d been made just for him.  Our kiss deepened; my hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him down to me, wanting more.  He pressed me back against the stone wall, one of his hands at the side of my neck and the other at my waist, and then his touch began to drift down, his thumb pressing my hipbone. 

I swooned into him.  “God, I want you so much,” I said.

“You,” he said, caressing my cheek, “are the most captivating woman I have ever met.”  He pressed his lips together a moment, studying me in the dark.  Watching my expression hungrily as his hand stroked down over my ass, feeling the shape of me fill his palm and fingers.  I couldn’t help but arch back into him, wanting his touch between my legs.   

“Oh, Lily.”

I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there was nothing between us but my thin panties and his linen pants.  I pressed into him, keening with want, exposing my weakness to him.  I could feel how swollen he was with desire, how huge and hard.  As I felt the hot, hard length of him there in my most vulnerable place, Ry kissed me so savagely it sucked the air from my chest. 

Oh, I wanted him deep, deep inside me.  I needed him- badly- all my senses felt inflamed.  Ry broke off his kisses to stroke over my earlobe roughly with his teeth.

“I want to get on my knees for you,” he murmured. 

Everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.

“I think I’d like to see you on your knees,” I said, my voice made raw and strange. 

Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with lust.  “That oh just so slightly evil grin of yours, Lily, and the spark behind those pretty eyes tells me your intent may differ as to why…”

He kissed me differently then, with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his expert mouth between my legs.    

“Mm…”

His fingers curved roughly down around the front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as they hunted towards my panties, lingering there at the hem teasingly.  His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned for him.  My hips curled towards his yearningly.  I felt the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.

I was the wettest I’d been in all my life, as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava.  I cried out, pressing into his touch, plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me.  He began to stroke my G-spot with searing accuracy, the expression on his face hot and tender. 

“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet mouth.  I stared up at the stars, crying out as their light slurred down over us. 

I felt a fullness in me beginning to build, felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again, rhythmic, relentless.  His knuckles bit perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside me.  I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm flood forwards.

“Not yet, not yet,” he murmured.  “Oh, god, Lily, you’re like some… insane force of nature, I feel like the whole world is falling down around us, like there’s only the two of us.  You’re the only thing… the only thing…”

“Oh, oh!”

“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured, pressing his face into my hair possessively.  I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries.  Sweet, layered agony-

“I want to come for you,” I gasped, “Please, please.”

“Come for me, Lily,” he said, pressing his cock close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.

“I- I- didn’t know I could do that,” I said, breathlessly. 

He smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark eyebrows.  I thrilled again at how little there was between us- even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for him.  I threw my arms around Ry’s neck and buried my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist. 

“You could make me do anything you want,” I said, softly, into his neck.  He pinned me back against the wall again, his eyes shining.  The fullness of his cock against my still throbbing pussy sent another shockwave through me.  I leaned back, shivering with his touch, looking at him.

“It’s like I’m drunk with you,” I whispered. 

Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal.  We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.

But he put me down gently and led me by the hand through the gate.  I followed, tugging my dress down hastily.  We were laughing soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door, Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me on his hand.   

His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.

The silence of the house instantly folded around us.  It felt different to kiss him there, in that unfamiliar dark.  Ry lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter, burying his face against my breasts.  He squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen.  Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through the wet silk of my dress.  The hot darts of pain made me hiss with lust.

“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he murmured, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the edge of violence.  Ry sank his face into me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to him as he opened his mouth against me. 

I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any more arousal.  My senses were so exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured face. 

But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert, slow circles against my clit.  One of his hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me raw.  I bucked against his face, my hands clawing at the counter. 

“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I can’t take this-”

Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine greedily.  My nerves sizzled raw.  I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me to orgasm, letting me slide back down again.  I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat.  I could see droplets of it on my bared thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck. 

Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew
exactly
what he was doing to me. 

That turned me on all the more, even as it made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills on.  Every dial on my body was cranked farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go.  The bliss of it was tortuous, unending.  With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.

And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let me come.  He sucked me up to the precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard lick.  He stuck his tongue inside me as I came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.

“Oh god, oh god-”  My cries were animal now, my body so wet that I slid on the counter.  Ry dug further into me, his fingers opening me deeply.  The effect was shattering.  I lost my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure.  He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly released. 

Ry moved his face back and forth as light as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips. 

As I curled inwards, he leaned over me, kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly.  After a moment, he pulled back, biting his lips, as if tasting me again.  I looked up at him, too limp to move or speak.  

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

I couldn’t even speak English anymore. 

I shook my head, trying to move away from him and his vampiric ecstasy.  But even as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body.  Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was hopelessly addicted. 

He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms.  The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he already owned me.  Ry tossed his shirt to one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants. 

His cock was enormous.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll.  “You’ll have to stay here with me.  Then I’m gonna nail you all morning...”  His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again as he slid me down to his cock.  He ran his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.

I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling myself upright again. 

“Yeah, you want me to sheath you good and dirty?” I breathed.  “Come fuck me.”

Ry drove himself inside me with a force that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry, soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose, fuck me to death, I didn’t care. 

It felt so good that I couldn’t feel anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure.  Our bodies were both drenched now, and it felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come.  I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on the cupboards, but it didn’t matter.  Nothing mattered except-