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It's done.
After spending almost three weeks moving in your belongings to Ricky's, everything's finally in its place. So, both of you curled on his couch together, sharing a bottle of cola while watching a rental movie.
Trading kisses and rewarding Maxy with headpats aside, there was still a stirring in your core at his words back in your old room.
"When we're back at the rink."
And here you were.
Back at his rink-slash-home.
You won't deny you're a little upset that its taking a little longer to indulge, but you weren't shitty enough to push him somewhere he wasn't willing to go yet.
Maxy eventually curled into your lap, making soft sounds of contentedness as you stroke his back.
The credits eventually rolled, and you reluctantly wriggled out of Ricky's hold to put Max back into its bed.
You chuckled when he started barking, just shaking your head as you pondered what kind of things dogs dream about.
Surreptitiously, you snatched your Polaroid from your newly furnished room, and snapped a picture of the slumbering canine, the flash catching the attention of Ricky.
"Well you really like that camera, huh?" He snickers as he looked down at you crouching above his dog's bed, holding his hand out as if to get a closer look at the contraption.
You trusted him enough to hold it, so you handed it to him as you stood back up, leaning on him as he had a feel for it.
"Say, how many pieces can this thing hold?" His eyes met yours, as if already plotting something.
"Um, like—ten?" You tilted your head.
"And how many packs do you have?"
"Six to nine?"
He nods, setting your polaroid down and wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting atop your head. You leaned back into, obviously.
He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply as you felt a warm sensation on your wrists.
"Ricky.." You murmur, letting him lead you to the couch.
He pins you to the corner of the couch, his lips brushing over yours as his hot and heavy breaths veil your face.
"I was waiting for Maxy to fall asleep…" He bit his lower lip, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.
"Sorry t'keep you waiting…" A loose curl fell on his face, but he didn't mind. He just went in for the kiss, with a lot more hunger than back when you were still moving things.
You closed your eyes, tilting your head and matching his pace. But when your hands went to cup his face, maybe even run your hands through his aforementioned curls, but—you couldn't.
You tried to move your hands, but—nothing.
You squirmed, your core brushing against the pressing in his pants, making him stifle a groan.
"Sweetheart," He lets out a raspy chuckle, running his fingers along the binding used to tie your hands behind your back.
His goddamn headband.
Can't even be mad, he looked hot even without it.
You bit your lower lip, and he started to kiss you down to the base of your neck, his eyes flitting up to watch your reactions.
On the jugular, you tilted your head back, giving him more area to work with.
For every little sound you made, every time you tightened your jaw, he slowed down, and once he was sure you weren't getting uncomfortable—or second thoughts, he continued his ministrations, leaving sloppy hickies on areas where you showed reaction.
On areas where you made soft sounds, he left a gentle bite.
A low rumble escaped his throat, especially when he gripped your hips like a vice.
His eyes narrow, filled with pleading and—that thing you spotted the night you reconnected.
You called it a spark.
"Sweetheart," he repeats, this time a lot more serious.
Your heart stuttered, and your words followed, "y-yeah..?"
"You want me to keep goin'?" He asked, his lidded eyes gazing at yours.
You nodded, whimpering out a 'yes'.
His eyebrow raised slightly at your tone, his lips curling into a smirk as he started grinding his erection against your soaking bits.
"Alrighty then…" His thumb brushed against your lips, and not a moment later, he had your lips locked. Before he could even ask for entry, you were already intruding into his mouth.
"Woah.." He chuckles against your lips as your tongues consumed one another in a sickeningly loving display. His hands were already brushing the underside of your chest, eliciting a shuddering breath from you the second you heard him unclip your bra.
You watched the curious expression on his face, his pupils dialating as he fondled your breasts. While biting your lower lip, he was adamant on keeping a gentle hold on you as his thumbs toyed with your nipples. Your hips were still bucking against the boner straining in his pants, you wondered if it was painful.
"You're so goddamn beautiful…" He croons, kissing a sensitive spot behind your ear before burying his lips into the crook of your neck as his hands dipped into your pants.
"Babe," He stifled a laugh as he rubbed your panty-clad pussy, "You're dripping." He tugged at the front of the waistband, creating friction.
"Fuck—" You rasp, grinding against his hand, "Ricky, please."
"Please, what?" He coaxed, biting back his laughter.
You pout, your breath hitching as he held your hips down to stop you from grinding.
"P-please—God.." You groaned, your voice low.
"Awh, y'know I can't hear you like that…" He tilts his head, giving you short, breathless kisses in an attempt to draw out an answer he wanted—needed from you.
"Please make me come.." You muttered, a soft flush appearing on your face.
"One more time?" He smirks, his fingertips already poking and prodding at your damp folds while his other hand was already taking off his shorts.
"Goddammit, Ricky, just fuck me already!" You blurted, the whiny undertone of your voice clearly catching his attention.
He blinked. Once. Twice, before licking his lips and aiding you in taking off your pants.
"Alright."
Before you knew it, your legs were spread out as he had an arm wrapped around your upper abdomen, giving him easy access to grope your breasts, while your panties rested at your ankles, allowing him to slide a finger inside you without the hindrance of fabrics.
His touch was soothing, so much so you just—leaned into it. Your back pressed into his chest as you gently grind on the aching boner in his briefs while he curled the finger inside you to reach and rub your clit.
You were trying to see how long he would last before he decided to just—drop them.
With the sweet, tandem movement you created with him—its only logical your entire body felt a wave of shocking arousal when he stuck a second finger inside you, this time eliciting more of the viscous mess out of you.
Your lower lip trembled as you bit your tongue, fighting every nerve in your body to resist moaning.
"Oh, don't do that," Ricky croons, his lips moving to nip at the side of your neck and the lobe of your ear.
"You know how much I love your voice.." He murmurs, his stupidly sultry voice sending vibrations beneath your skin. The effect he had on you was made obvious to him with the sheen coating thickening on his fingers, seeping its way in between the gaps of his knuckles.
You swallowed, your breaths shuddering as his minsitrations were getting faster. A light appeared in his eyes as he got a reaction out of you—a soft whimper. His fingers curled, watching with intent as he watched your body follow in spite of the mess you were making on his lap.
"Look, see..? Doesn't that feel good? Want me to keep going, right?" He coos, pressing tender kisses along the end of your jawline and your upper back.
You nod, only able to barely stutter out a moan as your walls clenched around his fingers, writhing in his grip as you reached the precipice of pleasure.
"Fuck—Ricky, I—" You tilt your head back, expecting shockwaves to course through your entire body, only—
Nothing.
He pulled his fingers out, leaving your pussy aching and pulsing from the sudden emptiness.
"Thought you could get away with demanding something like that..? Clearly someone needs to learn manners…" He murmurs, his hand moving up to tease your breasts again.
"Fuck.." You choke out, your pussy grinding against his erection to have some semblance of completion.
A low rumble escaped the back of his throat, delivering a sharp slap to your ass as his hand moves up to cup the base of your neck.
"Patience, dear lover." He smirks, grasping your waist with one hand and turning you around to face him.
"You'll learn your manners, won't you?" He coos, running his hand across your hair.
"I—" You nodded, the enhanced sex drive and unbridled need to cum keeping your mind in a lock.
"Fun." He shifts his position, putting you on your knees before the couch. He didn't want you to get uncomfortable or dirty, so he preemptively placed a soft blanket on the ground to protect you from rug burn and the like.
Your body slouched, thighs shifting as your juices leaked onto the cover. As you got used to the new, exciting position, your hands still tied firmly behind your back with his sweatband, you swear that he grabbed something from the coffee table. But he stashed it away before you could identify what it was.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter, because next thing you know, your jaw went slack, face flinching as his thick cock hit your face. Not enough to hurt, but enough to catch you off-guard.
He gave it a few strokes, running it languidly against the frame of your jaw before pressing his tip against the Cupid's bow of your lip.
"I think you know what to do, right? You're pretty damn smart." He grins, watching your eyes with eager intent.
You nod, your lips pressing against the wet tip as he grabbed the back of your head and gently pushed it deeper, sheathing his cock with no protests from you.
"Alright, babe—just pull off when you want me to stop, alright?" He keeps a firm hold on your head, but kept it as one hand that carried a gentle grip along with the firmness, just so you could easily pull away when needed.
You let out a muffled sound of understanding, your tongue swirling around his shaft as your head began to bob up and down, the erotic sounds coming from your busy lips paired with the sensation of his cock consistently hitting the back of your throat had Ricky in a chokehold.
"God—sweetheart.." He groans, reaching behind his back and pulling out your polaroid camera, watching you through the lens, "Give me a big smile if you want to cum.." He simpers, a cocktail of desperation, shock, and titillation in your eyes.
Your lips moved to strike an expression, strings of drool connecting your tongue to his cock. Your back was arched, which heightened his drive, but the look on your face almost made him ejaculate all over your face.
The camera flashed, but you didn't flinch, just continuing your gestions on him.
His thigh twitched, a trembling hand reaching down as he slowly moved your head until your mouth completely enveloped his length.
You whimpered, but didn't pull away, not even as you were buried in the musky bush of his lower curls.
Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, a muffled gag escaping your outstretched as your tongue didn't cease its ministrations.
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, the ache in your pussy getting worse by the minute.
Ricky's eyes were on you the whole time, his thumb reaching below your eyes to wipe a tear.
"You sure you don't wanna stop?" He tilts his head, voiced laced with genuine concern.
You shook your head, simply tilting your head and swirling your tongue around the tip.
"Gosh, you're just resillient, huh..?" He leans back, keeping a steady and kind hand on your head as your lips started pressing open-mouthed kisses along his dick on your way to his balls.
Out of curiousity, you began to nibble gently, your eyes widening in amusement as you heard him whimper.
"Want me to stop?" You asked, your tongue resting on the underside of his penis while the rest draped across your face.
He shook his head, biting his lower lip as you continued to suck his balls, before slowly letting go, a string of your saliva and gloss connecting you before you move up to continue sucking and slurping him that makes a low groan escape his lips as he bucks his hips in your direction.
"Hey—" he pants, his eyes fluttering. "Gonna c-come in your mouth…that cool..?" His dick twitched in your mouth, already spilling ropes in and on your tongue before you could even answer.
Your cheeks hollow as you gulp down his load without a care, gurgling as a few spurts landed and spilled on your upper body.
As your now swollen lips pull away with a soft 'pop', He's staring at you with a dazy look of love and worry. Once he snapped out of it, he's crouching next to you
"Gosh, I-I'm so sorry, I-I couldn't control it…" He cups your cheeks, wiping off residue from the corner of your lips, "But I know its not an excuse—I-ah.." He stumbles over his words, and you're just looking at him with that soft and amused expression.
"Ricky, it's fine. You're fine. I'm fine.." You chuckled, gasping softly as you felt his hands wrap around you, "ah..?"
That motherfucker.
Its been—what, hours? And he's just been doing a rinse-and-repeat cycle of him driving you to the brink of pleasure, and pulling away before you could even cum.
He promised he'd let you come after he snapped that picture and after you sucked his dick, and when he brought it up, all he said was,
"I didn't say when."
Since when was he into all those loopholes?!
"Ricky, please," You whined, tears—actual tears running down your flushed cheeks.
"Please, for the love of God, let me cum.." You sniffed, your hips bucking against plain air in search of stimulation.
He blinked in mild shock, his thumb reaching to wipe your tears and his lips moving to kiss them away.
"Awh, sweetheart, no need for that, I think now you've learned your lesson."
He shushed you quietly, and you felt the tension around your wrists loosen. You rotated one cuff to test the freedom, before he lifted you up and positioned your limbs to wrap around him.
"Eh?" You tilt your head, but not minding it too much. Because was it so bad to be handled with such care by a guy like Ricky? That's like complaining that the pictures you took on a film camera all came out clearly when developed using the 8th f-stop. It was silly to be upset about.
He had carried you to your newly furnished bedroom, and—damn, it was still unbelievable, the concept of rooming with him.
He pressed a kiss to your temple as he laid you down, your legs dangling on the side of the bed.
You sigh, cupping your breasts, before your body's hit with the force of Ricky pushing your legs back, your knees parallel to your elbows.
"Woah, Rick—y..?" Your yelp of questioning ending up becoming redundant as his head dove down between your legs, kissing and Frenching your pussy with such fervor and care.
"He-hey…" You whimper, grasping locks of his hair as you sat up, your legs still spread for him.
"Mmn..gosh, you just keep rocking my world.." He murmurs, his tongue curling against your cervix as he lapped up your insides.
Damn, this might just be the fastest you'll ever come.
"R-ricky…" You bit your lower lip, eyes fluttering.
He hums, a guttral moan leaving his lips as his tongue started to circle around the rim of your puckered hole.
He looks up at you, batting his eyes as the tip of his tongue probed the entrance to your prostate.
You whimpered, lower lip quivering as your hand moved to rub your clit, before his hand moved to grab yours before you could even touch a single fold.
"Don't make me use your little artistic ribbons." His eyes narrowed, raising an eyebrow, "I was a boy scout, y'know? I still know how to tie a good knot."
You let out a soft whine, letting him devour you with a fever. He alternated, often transitioning between long, languid licks, to suddden intrusions in either your ass or a suckling sensation on your clit. And of course the standard tongue-fucking.
Surely this time he'll let you come.
He groped the underside of your thigh, moaning in sheer pleasure as his head moved down to swirl around and inside your folds deeper.
You weren't able to suppress your moans any longer, your eyes rolling back as his tongue pressed against your womb.
"Fuck—oh god..!" You gasped, closing your eyes as your legs wrapped around his shoulders, your thighs now trapping him between.
He let out a rumble of approval as your thighs pressed against his cheeks, helping you carry them before flipping you over so you're sitting on his face.
The obscene sounds he was making with his lips was enough to send you into overdrive, riding his face like you were going to die tommorrow.
"Fuck—you wanna come? Do it. Don't even have to warn me…just—give it.." He pants, eager as his pace and techniques got sloppy and desperate.
Your back arched without warning, the wave of pleasure that had constantly been taken away from you finally washing over you in a satisfying crescendo.
Ricky's lips glistened as he drank up every drop he could find of your nectar, panting as you released him from your leg's grasp.
Licking his lips, he positioned you back on his lap as he pressed his lips onto yours, the taste of each other on your tongues clashing in a disturbingly erotic kiss that had his dick twitching and your hips grinding.
"Think its time to stop messin'.." He murmurs, his hands steadying you as they grip your waist again, "You on the pill?"
You nodded, watching as he moved to grab his cock, positioning it just below your eager pussy.
"You're gonna kill me.." He chuckles, guiding your hips along.
"Alright, just…" He groans at the feeling of your tightness around him, biting his lower lip to resist just pushing you down. That's the last thing he wanted to do; hurt you in a not-so-sexy way between the two of you.
You purse your lips, just half of him inside you already getting you to start moving.
He nods, letting you get comfortable and watching your body movements and expressions.
His pupils dialated, watching you as his hands started to hold onto your ass. He squeezed one with affection, eliciting a moan from you.
This felt—right.
Your hips stuttered as you managed to sheath the rest of his shaft, the silhouette of his length pressing against your stomach.
Ricky stares as he watches the buldge appear and disappear as you bounce on his cock, swaying your hips as you riled him up a little more. As his hand moved up to squeeze your hip to catch your attention, your eyes met his as your faces got dangerously close.
"May I?" He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"You may."
With your approval, he moved you back down on the bed again, your head falling on your pillow with a soft 'thud'. Spreading your legs and wrapping them around his shoulder, he began thrusting into you, adjusting for a pace that was rough, yet enough to still make sure you weren't crying out in anguish.
Pleasure. That's what he wanted for the love of his goddamn life. He wanted nothing but the best for the both of you. For you. After bailing out on all the moments you two could have had back then, he wouldn't be willing to wait.
"God—fuck.." He mutters, wrapping his arms around you as he pumps into your cervix, "Love you, I love you so much.." He murmurs.
You gasped, whispering the same affirmations into his neck, "I love you too.. You're so goddamn amazing.." Your eyes fluttered, just—allowing him to love you.
"Fuck, my everything.." He groans, crashing his lips onto yours as his hips went slack, filling you with his load. He thrusted a few more times, ensuring you milked him for everything.
The two of you ended up in a messy heap of flesh on the bed, reeking of sex.
Your pussy still nestled his cock, his cum leaking out as his hands remained wrapped around you.
The two of you went for a few more rounds, and after—what, round three? Four? The two of you had decided to call it a night, but the bath you two shared ended up having both of you fold like origami.
To make a long, long, story short, your bed was pretty damn durable, perfume and hand sanitizer makes a great solution for cleaning mirrors, and yes, your body can.
Despite the fact both of you were exhausted, Ricky still carried you around your house that felt like a home, dick still warm inside as he helped you into one of your sweatshirt before putting on his t-shirt. Hell, he even prepared tea with extra honey so you could fall asleep easy, and your body would be able to recover tommorrow.
Now, you were wrapped around each other in his bed, the door to your room wide open in order to air out the very, very distinct scent of your affections and intimacy.
Its no surprise you two fell asleep together, wrapped up in each other, with blanket priority going to you.
When the first ray of light seeped through the windows, he was the first up, pumped and ready to start and end the day with you.
His eyes softened, just staring at you with tenderness in his gaze as he stroked your hair, arms wrapped around you.
Eventually, you stirred, eyes fluttering as your gaze landed on him and that goofy smile on his face.
"Morning, sunshine." He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Were you waiting for me to wake up so you could say that?" You tilt your head, amused at his affection.
"Maybe." He grins, his eyes drifting towards Max, the canine already showing the first signs of waking up.
He turns back to you, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Hey, I'm gonna go out for a morning run with Max after breakfast, you uh—wanna join..?" He asked, looking at you hopefully.
You nodded, chuckling, "Sure, as long as we have a little pre-workout to stretch. Y'know, so we don't pull anything." You wiggled your eyebrows, your lower body already pressing against his morning wood.
His eyes widened, before narrowing and pulling the sheets over you two, pinning you down on the bed.
"Of course, I'd hate for either of us to cramp." He bit his lip, his face burying into your left shoulder, inhaling the remnants of last night.
"Just don't complain if you're too sore to even move your feet, 'kay?"