Susanna Langdon (susannalies) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-09-06 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | day three, ryan, ryan and susanna, susanna |
Drunk on Wine
Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Cafeteria, Kitchen, her room, dinnertime
Warning: NSFW
After her rather eventful day, a shower and some quiet time with music and painting, Susanna was looking forward to dinner and drinks, to having that glass of wine -literally- that she'd been thinking about all day long with the lasagna she'd heard rumor of for dinner. She wouldn't have a lot, but with any luck, it would be as delicious as the other meals Carmel had made. She really needed to find a chance to talk to the woman, thank her for the cooking, show some appreciation. That's what a normal person would do, right? So that's what she would do.
Checking the time, Susanna propped the finished painting on her desk up against the wall (she would find something to hang it with later), changed into and then smoothed down the skirt of her little black dress, thinking that the occasion certainly called for it, before heading out of her room to the kitchen to fix herself a plate with a generous helping of salad and a small scoop of lasagna. Leaving the kitchen, she went into the cafeteria, set her plate down and crossed to the bar, snagging a bottle of wine and one glass to take back to the table. She would like a second glass, but she would be happy to share with the right person, she thought with some amusement as she opened the bottle and let it breathe a moment.
Ryan headed to dinner finally. He’d noticed some people more than others tended to head that way, so he was curious to who might show up. Plus, there was the bar, and he thought maybe one drink would be all right. He couldn’t afford to lower his inhibitions too much, he knew this from experience. Especially in a place he didn’t know all the rules of just yet.
He slipped into the kitchen, stomach rumbling the instant he smelled the lasagna. This was better than a hotel in some ways, since it seemed to come with a cook without him having to place an order. A good one, at that. And lasagna went excellently with wine, which he thought he’d have after all the talk about it before, though he normally preferred a good whiskey or scotch or such.
He added a bit of salad and drizzled ranch dressing on it. It was a healthy serving all around, and he was starving. He’d basically skipped lunch. Heading to the kitchen, he looked around, eyes coming to rest on Susanna the instant he recognized her. Lots of leg, little black dress, and… wine. He drew in a soft, sharp breath, lust filling his veins before he reined himself in.
Well, he had wanted a chance at her again. He headed her way, slipping his plate onto her table. “I see you have the wine,” he drawled.
Susanna noticed him the moment he walked in, and she just watched him as he looked around, knowing the moment he'd spotted her. She smiled slowly as he headed in her direction, eyes skimming over him. He was wearing something different as well, she noticed almost absently. "I do, yes," she replied. "And it's an excellent one for this particular meal. You're welcome to join me, if you'd like," she offered. She'd definitely recaptured her composure in the time since their encounter in the kitchen, but she knew that a part of her was anticipating all the ways in which he could shake her again.
Ryan had put on a slightly nicer set of clothes for dinner. His shirt was a button up over an undershirt, the pants a nice set of trousers. He knew she’d seen him as well, and she could look her fill. “I would love to do so,” he replied, though he’d planned on sitting down whether she’d invited him or not. “I’ll just go fetch a glass so I can have a taste,” he said, lips curling up slightly as he thought about other things to taste. She was back in her masterful mode, but he would get her out of that, he was sure. He was nothing if not confident. He went to the bar and fetched another wine glass before sitting down, presenting it to her to be filled.
He really did look very well put together, Susanna thought appreciatively even as her hands itched to muss him up. She could be patient. She would be patient. And when the time came, she was confident they would both end up delightfully mussed. And if they didn’t? Well, she would not be pleased. She wanted what she wanted, and she would get it. “You do that,” she murmured, eyes darkening faintly at the double entendre, feeling a little thrill of excitement and amusement as he continued the same line as earlier. When he returned, she lifted the bottle, pouring the wine in a slow stream into his glass, giving the bottle an expert twist to stop pouring without spilling any. She set the bottle back on the table and lifted her own glass, giving him a speculative look as she waited for him to sit with her.
Ryan slid into his seat, raising his glass to hers. He’d noted the skilled way she’d wielded the bottle, and thought from that she was definitely used to the finer things in life. Well, so was he in many respects. “To good wine and fine company,” he said, proposing the toast and clicking his glass lightly against hers. The inside joke—innuendo, even—they had going was too good not to use. “So how has your day been, Susie Q?” he asked with a faint glint in his eyes.
Susanna tapped her glass to his, smiling taking on a mischievous curve at the toast. “Good wine and fine company,” she echoed before bringing the glass to her lips to take a sip. “It’s been...” she paused, “satisfying. And yours?” she turned the question back on him, hiding her smirk by taking a bit of the food on her plate. She could imagine that his had been far less satisfying than hers so far, and she couldn’t help the little bit of teasing about it. Not to mention the fact that she just couldn’t resist seeing how much it might take to see cracks in his good manners.
His lips quirked slightly, knowing she teased him. He took a bite of lasagna and chewed it contemplatively. “”Hmm. It has been… challenging,” he drawled, tilting his head meaningfully at her. “And I’d guess less satisfying than your day thus far.” Though he hoped to rectify that now that he’d found her again so soon. Though with other people in and out so much there was no chance now of just having her where he wanted her. He took a sip of wine, sighing softly in satisfaction at the flavor. It was a good wine, she was right.
There was no hiding her smirk at his answer, but when Susanna looked at him, it was with a sweet smile. “Has it? That is such a shame,” she nearly purred, feeling that same little thrill go through her at the thought of tempting him. “Oh, undoubtedly. Considering I started my day with an excellent glass of wine, it would be hard to imagine your day having been more satisfying,” she teased him. How long would they do this little dance, the back and forth of thinly veiled innuendo, the tension?
He expected her to be smug, honestly. He just didn't want her to be too smug. After all, she was far from the only woman here. "Well, it isn't anything that can't be rectified," he said, giving her a charming smile. Besides, he enjoyed the pursuit. "Very true, that. But it hasn't been a total loss." As much as he preferred a partner to his hand, he knew how to make do. "Nothing a long shower can't help," he drawled, eyes warm with other meaning.
Susanna took a long, slow sip of her wine as she considered his words and that charming smile. “You know, Autumn and I had an interesting conversation about how delightful a good challenge is after we met earlier. A man who gives up on a challenge, well, that would be rather disappointing.” If things didn’t go the way she was hoping, the way she wanted, she was going to be so very disappointed. She was counting on Ryan not to disappoint her after that little preview earlier. “A long shower, hmm?” She set her wine back on the table, leaning a bit toward him in the process. “In my experience, those really aren’t very helpful without company,” she said in a low voice, eyes on his.
"Did you now?" he said, grin broadening a little since he thought he might have been mentioned. Autumn had been very nice the other night, but hadn't seemed overtly interested, which just made her a bit of a challenge as well. "Well, now, I never said anything about not rising to the challenge," he drawled, leg sliding under the table to brush against hers. No he hadn't given up at all.
He liked what leaning forward did to her dress and cleavage. She might not be as fully curved as some, but he didn't much care. "I would agree with that. If I'd known what room you were in, I might have seen if you were willing to share your shower," he murmured in a low voice.
He looked way too damn pleased at that, and so Susanna smirked slowly before she said, “We did. The context was the most interesting, though. You see, the person she’s interested in is likely to present a bit of a challenge, to which I responded that there’s nothing wrong with a good challenge from time to time. Wouldn’t you agree?” And the way she posed the question made it clear that she had no doubt that he would agree. She forced herself not to react outwardly to the contact of his leg brushing against hers. “Who said you might not?” she countered with a faint smirk.
Her smirk widened at the way he looked at her, though she made a low hum and shivered faintly at his words spoken in that low voice. “That’s a shame, then, that you hadn’t asked. It’s been far too long since I’ve shared my shower with someone I actually wanted to share it with.” Communal showers really had not been her idea of a good time, that’s for sure. She dropped her hand under the table, reached over to trail her fingertips over the top of his thigh. “For future reference, though, I’m in room twelve.”
He perked faintly at the mention.of Autumn being interested in someone who would be a challenge. He didn't think it could be himself, for while they'd had a good conversation he had felt as if that sort of attention was elsewhere. But he could use the information of who she was interested in, possibility to split the two if he needed to. Gossip and information was prime currency. "Just who is she interested in?" he asked mildly, taking another bite. "Oh, I would agree, darlin'," he said, looking her over slowly. "Why, the chase," he nearly called it the hunt, and though she might understand what he meant, he dare not phrase it that way quite yet where anyone could hear, "is part of the fun."
"Room twelve, duly noted, my dear," he said, feeling the hot trail of her fingers vividly. He countered with his ankle hooking around hers, pulling her legs a little apart, his own hand dropping to her leg and sliding up her skirt and inner thigh, squeezing firmly before going back to his dinner as if he hadn't done a thing. "A good shower is never turned down. It's always nice to.. get all slick and wet and hot, and all lathered up." He drawled the words almost innocently, though his eyes glinted at the corners as he looked sidelong at her.
“Oh, just some gorgeous blonde,” Susanna answered, waving a hand as if to imply that she couldn’t recall. “Mmm, yes, it is,” she agreed simply. She didn’t have much patience for chasing after men, but to be pursued? It certainly was fun. She was content that he wouldn’t forget which room was hers, and when his ankle hooked around hers, she didn’t even think to resist, shifting slightly at the way he squeezed her thigh. Tease. With his hand withdrawn, she crossed her legs as though that had been her intention all along. “Yes, those are excellent perks,” she agreed, voice not quite level or steady. She turned her attention back to her plate, wanting to finish the meal so they could take things somewhere more private.
Ryan's eyebrows raised slightly. He wasn't sure he believed that she didn't know. She likely wasn't telling him. Ah well. It wasn't like he wouldn't figure it out. His lips turned up at the corners as she crossed her legs. Now where was the fun in that? Now he couldn't reach all the way up. His eyes glinted faintly at her at the challenge of that.
He smirked at having ruffled her composure again, calmly taking another bite of his food. He was going to need his energy, he sensed. She was so much fun to get going, not quite a struggle but just enough to get his blood up. He kept eating, hand reaching back over under the table to pull the crossed leg over further, just over his knee where he could stroke the skin of her calf and ankle even as he kept eating. "It's always nice to share. I soap you, you soap me," he said, grin more roguish.
There had been many times over the past three days that Susanna had been very pleased by some of the comforts she’d got back here, and as Ryan coaxed her crossed leg over his knee, she was struck by it once more. She was thrilled to be able to shave her legs regularly again, and she enjoyed the feel of his hand over her smooth skin. She hummed softly at it, hoping it came across as considering his words. Although she wasn’t embarrassed or worried about what anyone else might think, she really didn’t want to encourage Ryan to go too far in such a public place. Taking a bite of her food, she took a moment to formulate a response. “Hmm, you’re after a shower, then? I thought you wanted wine,” she teased, glancing sideways at him.
Ryan rarely cared about what other people thought except in the context of how easy or hard it would make his life. Given the fact he had been in for nearly three years, he wasn't overly concerned about what his fellow convicts would think about him touching Susanna however he wanted. Neither was he overly concerned about what she thought, though that she didn't pull away was telling. His thumb stroked that smooth skin, creating both a hunger in him as well as soothing something. "Well, now. We can always drink in the shower," he said. Though really the first moment he could have her, he would. The shower could wait.
Susanna tipped her head back and laughed lightly at that, and she leaned forward again for her glass of wine, lifting it toward him as if in a toast. “I like the way you think,” she admitted, bringing the glass to her lips, eyeing him as she sipped. She really was close enough to finishing her food that it took much more effort than it should have to get back to it. She would have much preferred tossing it and moving on to other things, but she knew - or rather, she hoped that she would need the energy. Setting her glass back down, she picked up her fork to finish the last few bites. When she finished, she sat back with her glass and watched him, waiting under the pretense of finishing the glass of wine.
While Ryan wasn't crass enough to just cram food into his mouth, he did eat in fast, best bites, much more interested in other bodily activities. It had been so long he really didn't care about the specifics though Susanna would have garnered his interest even if that weren't the case. His finger rubbed little circles on her ankle as he finished, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "Want to take the wine somewhere quieter?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Though she hadn’t drunk anywhere near enough for a proper buzz yet, Susanna was definitely feeling warm and more relaxed than she had even this morning. It was bringing a delightful edge to the tension of anticipation. She smiled at the question and slowly slid her leg from his lap. “I would, though it would be very rude of us not to clean up our dishes first,” she pointed out, not out of concern of doing what they should, but because she wanted to see just how much she could push him by making him wait just a little longer.
"We could just leave it and do dishes another day," he said, rising and offering her his hand to help her up. He really couldn't care less about the dishes. He would help out at some point just to fit in, but right now he had much more fun activities in mind. "Though dishes with you this morning had promise..." He drawled, remember pressing up to her as she did hers.
Susanna took the offered hand, uncrossing her legs and standing before replying. “Now, now, that kind of attitude won’t make us any friends,” she pointed out. She really didn’t care about making friends, and she definitely didn’t want to take the time to clean up, but she’d already made one bad impression here, and she was trying hard not to screw up again, which meant doing things she really didn’t want to do. “Mmm, yes it did. So, let’s clean these up and we can revisit that promise,” she suggested with a cheeky little smirk as she picked up her plate and wine glass. “And be sure to grab the bottle of wine.” They could finish it off together. After.
Ryan sighed. She had a legitimate point as much as he hated to admit it. The things he did to blend in with the sheep, honestly. Though Susanna certainly didn't come across as a sheep. "All right, dishes," he grumbled mildly, picking up his plate, tucking the wine bottle carefully in the crook of his arm, and grabbing his glass last. "Lead the way, Susie Q," he said, figuring he could at least enjoy the view.
It was almost endearing, the way he seemed as enthusiastic about cleaning up as she felt, but it was a necessary evil. When he told her to lead the way, Susanna stepped closer to him instead, standing up on her toes to bring her mouth to his ear. “Patience, patience,” she murmured teasingly before dropping back to her feet, turning, and leading the way out of the cafeteria. If there was an extra sway to her hips as she walked, it was unintentional. Probably. It was a short walk to the kitchen, which was probably for the best, and she made her way right to the sink, making quick work of cleaning off her dishes.
Patience was probably the least favorite of virtues, with the exception of chastity, he thought. And here with him unable even to squeeze her ass because his hands were full. Sometimes he really hated the very idea of community. Play nice, now, he reminded himself. He'd only been here a short time, and as much as he knew he could survive anywhere, he was enjoying the amenities in this place too much to ruin things for himself by rushing and doing something stupid. Instead of dwelling and getting upset, he watched her hips, coming up behind her when they reached the sink and reaching around her to set the dishes in the sink. He set the wine bottle aside for the moment, too, choosing to box her in again. He pressed his lips behind her ear before scraping his teeth across the same bit of skin.
Susanna shivered when she felt him come up behind her, and she tilted her head slightly at the feel of his lips behind her ear. Anyone could be watching them; it wasn’t like the kitchen and cafeteria were calm and quiet this time of day, but she really couldn’t find it in herself to care. She went ahead and cleaned his dishes off as well, more because she didn’t want him to move than out of trying to be helpful. She switched off the water, dried her hands, and found herself turning in his arms for the second time that day. Fingers lifted, the tips trailing down the middle of his shirt, lightly tugging on the buttons. “How about we take that wine elsewhere now?” she suggested, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.
His hand curved firmly around her side, just below her breast. It wasn't possessive, precisely; that wasn't the feeling he had. He didn't mind sharing her, or for her to do whoever she pleased. He just cared about having her now, and possibly whenever he wanted in the future. He nipped at her lower lip, just a little sharply, showing an edge of hunger. "My room or yours, darlin'?" he drawled, voice slightly husky. He was tempted for the here and now, but it was a busy time of day, and people were moving around and in and out. He might not mind being seen, but like she said, in an effort to make friends they had best... behave.
A low pleased sound passed her lips at the nip to her lip, and she shivered faintly again. “Well, you’ve not told me which is yours, but mine is pretty close,” she answered. Reaching over his arm, she picked up her wine glass and waited for him to make the next move. She wasn’t weak by any means, but she had no intention of trying to push him away right now.
"Room sixteen," he told her. Not like she couldn't find out on her own, anyway, and besides.. he didn't think he would mind if she came and found him sometime. "But yours is closer, so I like that." He grabbed the wine bottle and glass again, putting it in one hand and taking her elbow with the other. He glanced around the hall once they were out, looking for which direction was the quickest to take the to get to her room. He really didn't want to wait longer than he had to.
Susanna wasn’t sure where room sixteen was, but she was assuming it was upstairs, which meant hers was definitely closer. “Likewise,” she agreed, allowing him to take her elbow and lead her outside. When he paused, she continued on toward her room, leading him now. It hadn’t been the wisest thing, but she’d left her door unlocked because she hadn’t had anywhere to put her key, so she simply opened the door and went inside, trusting him to follow her in.
Ryan followed her, graceful in a sort of smooth, hungry way. He stepped inside the door, kicking it closed sharply as he pushed her to the wall quickly. His hands were rough, firm, with no hesitation or indecisiveness as he growled softly in her ear. One yanked up the bottom of her dress, moving up her thigh to cup her, the other roughly squeezing her breast. He nipped her earlobe before he nudged her face just enough to kiss her hard, if a trifle awkwardly from the angle.
She jumped slightly at the sharp sound of the door being kicked closed, not having expected it though she was far from upset. A surprised sound squeaked past her lips though it turned into a soft moan at the rough handling. She pushed against him, gasping at his hand between her legs, the other at her breast. Susanna returned the kiss hungrily, content for the moment to allow him to set the tone. Her own hands weren’t idle, though, and she quickly tugged his buttons loose, pushing his shirt open and making a soft sound of frustration that there was yet more fabric beneath it.
Ryan kissed her hard and deep, tongue pressing into her mouth insistently as he stroked her roughly through the barely-there panties she had on. They really had provided practically everything, he thought even as his fingers pushed under the fabric to slide into her hard and fast. It wasn't really foreplay; he didn't stop to ask for anything and it was for his benefit, his hunger. It had the nice benefit of earning him sounds, though. He shrugged his shoulders, though helping the fabric slide down them, moving just enough to let the shirt fall carelessly to the floor. He pulled his undershirt off with quick efficiency, hips still pinning her to the wall. His hands returned to her, insistent and hungry.
Susanna’s body felt like it was on fire. It had been so long, too long since a man had taken from her in quite this way, and it was clear from his touch, his kiss that he was taking. It wasn’t about giving, even the fingers pushing into her didn’t feel like they were for her, but she was not complaining in the least. His taking was giving her something she’d craved and been denied for so long. As he removed his shirts, Susanna’s hands slipped under her dress, intending to slip out of her panties, but his hips were pressed against hers, so she would wait, she would let him do what he wanted with her. When his hands returned to her, her own went to his chest, nails scraping over the taut skin, enjoying the feel of his muscles under her fingers.
He groaned into her mouth, kissing her again as he hitched her up higher on the wall, pulling her legs up around his hips. Though not overly muscled, he didn't put anything to shame either, and he was stronger than he looked upon first impression. One hand squeezed her ass, the other went below her to undo his pants, which had felt far too tight for far too long. He shoved his trousers down and tugged at her underwear. She made a sound of protest and he chuckled hotly against her neck. He was tempted to tear them anyway, but it wasn't worth the effort. He pushed them aside and thrust hard and fast into her. One hand pushed up into her hair, tugging.
Susanna’s legs went around him, reveling in the feel of being pressed between him and the wall, moaning into the kiss. When he tugged at her underwear, she made a soft sound of protest against his lips, not because she didn’t want them off, but because she knew that with the way they were there was no way to get them off without breaking apart without tearing them, and she liked them too much for them to get ruined. She certainly didn’t protest when pushed up into her or when his hand pulled her hair. “Fuuuuuck,” she moaned, breaking the kiss as she tipped her head back against the wall. Her legs tightened around him, hands pressing hard against his shoulders and back.
This. He had missed this. Nothing ever substituted for a hot woman pressed against a wall. Or just a hot woman. And she was certainly hot, wet, and a great fit. She liked it rough, he could tell from everything he did. She had never told him no, or stop, but she pushed him to pushing her. He liked it, it gave just enough edge to tantalize. His other fingers dug tightly into her skin as he moved hard and fast. Fuck was the right word, and it felt damned good. His lips just brushed her skin until he remembered he didn't have to be careful, and he nipped along her skin.
It was hard and rough and Susanna thought that she might even bruise a bit from just how tight a grip he had on her, but she never complained. Her head was a fog of intense pleasure as he fucked her, a nearly endless stream of gasps and moans and indistinguishable murmurs passing her lips, and when he nipped at her skin, her nails curled into his skin, moaning long and low as the orgasm tore through her. “Yes, yes, yes, God yes,” she murmured repeatedly, praying that he kept going, or that if he couldn’t, that it wouldn’t be the end this little visit.
Ryan groaned raggedly as she clenched around him, grinding against her as his teeth dug into her shoulder. He tugged her hair harder, pounding into her and chasing his own high. Wouldn't take long, especially if she dug in those nails again. Wouldn't have lasted this long, if he hadn't taken things in hand earlier, but this was so much fucking better than anything he'd had in so long. "Fuck. Fuck, yes," he growled, kissing her hard as his hips snapped up jerkily before he shuddered, coming hard.
Susanna let out a strangled moan as he bit her, eyes rolling back a bit at all the sensations. As he pulled harder, pushed harder, showing no gentleness toward her in the least, her entire body felt like it was on the verge of combustion, all tense with sensations even with the orgasm she was still riding the high of. She returned the kiss, moaning into it as she felt him spill into her. Her fingers slowly moved from his shoulders, pushing up into his hair as they kissed, nails scraping lightly over his scalp.
His hips still rolled, wringing every last sensation from everything. He made a growling, lowly satisfied noise, tongue stroking against hers. He pressed her to the wall for another long moment before pulling them back until his knees hit the back of the bed and sitting down, her still wrapped around him. "Well, fuck me," he drawled, the worst of the edge he'd had for years feeling worn away just a bit. He'd needed this, badly, especially after she'd teased him so dreadfully this morning. He needed the worst of the edge gone so he wouldn't feel so horribly tempted by everyone who walked by.
She held onto him when he pushed them away from the wall, humming contentedly as he moved them to the bed. Her head tipped back and she laughed at his drawl. “I think we covered that, darling, but perhaps we’ll revisit it again after a bit,” she replied, voice a low purr. Her fingers pushed through his hair, practically stroking him as her body and mind slowly slid down from the intensity of their coupling. She hummed softly before tilting her head to kiss him, long and slow this time.
"I think I'd like that very much," he replied, coaxing her legs from behind him to beside him so he could lay back, feeling languid and warm. He tugged her with him, enjoying the afterglow and even the petting, something he hadn't had in a long time. He wasn't someone who needed affection, per se, but a hot round of sex with leisure afterward wasn't something he was going to turn down, especially after so long. He kissed her slowly this time, savoring it like a fine wine. Which he'd at least managed to set safely just to the side of the door before he'd pinned her to the wall, he recalled. "I think you're still much too overdressed, ma'am," he drawled again, hand moving from her hip and pushing at her dress. He hadn't even taken the time to get a good look at those breasts of hers. He was going to have to fix that.
Susanna shifted her legs at his urging, moving down with him. She enjoyed the kiss, though in a completely different, far tamer way than she’d enjoyed the way he’d taken her just moments before. When he spoke, she chuckled against his lips. “Oh yes, that,” she agreed. Sitting up, one hand reached up her side to tug the zipper of her dress down. When she pushed up to pull the dress off she slid off him, ignoring the little stirring of disappointment. She had no doubt there would be more. Later. “How’s this, sir?” she asked, reaching over with one hand to drop her dress over the side of the bed onto the floor. She was left in only her thin panties, and she would be shocked if she heard a complaint from him.
It would be a lie to say his lip didn't pout for just a second when she slid off of him, but there'd be more later. Hopefully. If not, he'd push for more later. He could always just take, but then, he got the impression she didn't mind being taken. By anyone. He reached up and covered a naked breast with one hand, almost glad he hadn't known she had no bra on to start with or it would have driven him crazy. Crazier. No denying if he'd had to go another day without a woman he would have snapped somehow, he thought, though perhaps he was underestimating himself. He'd done so well for so long, after all. "Much better," he said, thumb and forefinger pinching a nipple firmly. Smooth skin and pert breasts, not quite too thin. Very, very nice.
Susanna let out a purring little moan as his hand covered and teased her breast, and then she settled back over him, propping her head up on her hands on his chest as she looked at him. “That was quite the follow through to your little preview earlier,” she told him with a little smirk. She had no complaints, no, certainly not!
Ryan smirked faintly, enjoying the smooth flesh under his fingers. "So glad you approve, darlin'," he said, feeling relaxed in the afterglow. He'd be up for more in a bit, he knew that much, but for now he was content to map her skin and wind her up a bit while talking with her. She was intriguing in some ways, and he wanted to know more about her. She wasn't a typical woman; she didn't come off as damaged to his senses, not like her journal entry might suggest, and that made him wonder about her.
“Oh, I do, I truly do,” she confirmed. While she’d never felt the need to stick around a cuddle after sex, having gone so long without it until today had her craving the lingering contact, and so she was content to lay with him. “So can I expect more of the same, or was that just the frustration of going without for so long?” she asked cheekily, almost taunting him to prove that he could show that intensity and roughness again.
He smirked more deeply at her question, twisting her nipple more sharply than strictly required in response. "Oh I don't know, darlin', you like it rough too or is it just deprivation that has you gasping?" he asked astutely, grin about like the cat that ate the canary. With a twist of the hips, he rolled her under him, pinning a wrist to the bed.
Susanna tried to contain the moan at the rough handling, but she couldn't. She narrowed her eyes briefly at the question, but then fluttered her lashes at him. "Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked right before he flipped them. She was hopeless to resist the movement, but when he pinned her wrist to the bed, she put in a little effort into trying to break free. Not because she wanted him to, no, but because she wanted to see what he would do.
"That sound you make, just like that," he said, twisting again, feeling how hard it got at his touch. He rolled it hard between his fingers, knowing it edged her with pain, wanting to see how much she wanted, and not caring if it was too much right now. Her struggles made his eyes darken a bit more, and he settled more firmly over her. His hand tightened over her wrist and he captured her other.
Gasping, Susanna wondered if it was even worth trying to pretend that he wasn't affecting her, because he was. Good God, he was. She arched up against him, head tipping back against her pillow moaning at the combination of pain and pleasure. And God, his reaction to her struggles; if she hadn't already been dripping from their activities, she'd have been more than ready when he pinned her down like that. "Ooooh! Fuck, Ryan," she breathed, pushing her hips up against him even as her arms continued to struggle against him. She already wanted more, and she found herself wondering when he might be ready to go again.
He smiled a dark, satisfied sort of smile. She might be enjoying herself, and that might not be the keenest way to pleasure for him, but after so long it was an undeniable turn on any way he got it. Besides, he'd always liked at least a somewhat willing woman in his bed, if not more than one, as well as doing what he wanted. It was nice not to have to stalk someone every time he wanted a roll in the sheets. "I think fuck is what I'm going for, yes," he told her, hips grinding up against hers. Despite their recent exertions and the results of their earlier encounter, he could feel himself stirring as he slid against her. "Someone sure does like being fucked into the mattress," he breathed against her ear, tugging her arms up a little higher, making her stretch under him.
Susanna laughed breathily at his words, though it quickly turned into a moan as he ground against her. She was going to be sore in the morning, but it really was the best kind of sore. She hadn't lied when she'd told Reece earlier that she enjoyed sex and didn't see a point in abstaining, and she certainly wasn't going to abstain right now either. She enjoyed the stretch as he tugged her arms up higher and pushed up against him. "And why shouldn't I?" she retorted. "Is that what you intend to do? Or are you just teasing me? Because I assure you, I have plenty of stamina in me yet." Yes, she was poking at his own stamina with that comment, but she hoped it would have the result of pushing him to prove something.
His eyes flashed slightly though he knew she was just having him on. He hated to play into anyone's hands, though at least in this case doing so would get him exactly what he wanted. Still, he wished to put her in her place, so to speak. He nudged his cock deliberately through her folds, rubbing against her. "And if I'm just teasing?" he murmured huskily, teasing against her deliberately. He wasn't, of course, but it was fun to play with her. He had plenty of stamina, he'd been called oversexed plenty of times over the years, and worse than that as well. He drug deliberately back and forth, hands tightening around her wrists.
Making a low sound in her throat at the way he rubbed against her, Susanna tried to push against him, wanting more. Always more. Her eyes narrowed at the question, and she licked her lips slowly. "Well, if you're just teasing, then I suppose I'll just have to find someone who can follow through," she answered, though her voice wasn't quite as steady as she'd have liked it, the threat empty as she had no intention of letting him leave just yet. And by the way his hands tightened around her wrists, the way he continued to tease her told her that this was just a game and he would follow through.
"Well, darlin'," he drawled, biting her ear sharply, "First you'd have to get away, and I really don't have any plans on letting you go just yet." Later, of course, but for now he could play pretend. Perhaps it was telling of him, or perhaps it would be filed under 'hadn't had a woman in far too long' in her head. He really couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. He shifted and pressed slowly into her, purposefully keeping control of it all because it seemed they both wanted it that way, and he wasn't about to protest it right now.
In spite of the threat from just moments before, Susanna tilted her head a little to the side to give him easier access to her ear and neck. She knew she was bluffing entirely when she said, "That sounds like a challenge." Because really, the feel of him over her, holding her down was intoxicating, and she knew that in that moment she was powerless to even try getting away from him. She moaned soft and low when he pushed into her, finding the slow pace to be frustrating. She did struggle against him then, seeking more, wanting her hands free so that she could touch him, tease him, tempt him into more and making a soft sound of protest when she made no progress for her efforts.
Part of him wished she wouldn't give way so easily, but right now, he didn't care enough. He chuckled hotly as she tried to make him do what she wanted and failed, even if it did turn him on and make him want to do more. Only when she made that little sound of protest did he draw back to slam into her hard, eyes watching her intently even as a soft groan escaped his lips. "Y'not goin' anywhere," he told her, doing it again. Damn, she was so wet. Such a kinky thing, wanting to be put in her place like this. Well, he'd do it and gladly, and enjoy every moment of it.
Well, at least he seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was, Susanna thought absently at that chuckle. It was curious that he seemed to be so much more into it when she struggled against him like that, but all thoughts of that flew from her mind when he finally gave her some of the more she’d been wanting. Her eyes rolled back, head pushing against the pillow firmer as she moaned. When he spoke, she nearly agreed, nearly told him that she’d stay right where he wanted her, but she bit her lip to keep the words in. When he slammed into her again, though, she gasped, saying, “Please, please, please,” in that way he’d murmured to her just that morning in the kitchen. She wanted more, and he was torturing her with this erratic pace.
The memory of how he'd gotten to her this morning was strong with him as she started to beg. The begging made him feel powerful, sent lust surging through him even harder. The sound of her pleas mixed in his mind with those from the past, both good and bad, as he panted harshly. He took her hard and fast, plunging in and out of her in powerful surges, uncaring if it hurt her any. He really didn't think she'd care, though, not if her reactions were anything to go by. He grunted quietly with the effort, finding it well spent as he quickly approached orgasm.
That seemed to do the trick, Susanna thought briefly before all ability to think coherently flew from here. How was she supposed to think with the way he was taking? It was incredible, and truly, precisely what she’d wanted. The rough handling sent her spiraling back over the edge quickly, and her whole body tensed with it. It was a minute before she finally, slowly began to relax back against the mattress. There was nothing left for her to do then, her hands still pinned to the bed, him still moving over her. When he reached his own completion, she let out a breathy laugh, flexing her fingers as they were starting to tingle a bit.
Ryan shuddered and came, clutching her tighter if anything. He groaned, dropping onto her and finally releasing her hands. Her little laugh was almost a bring down from the high he'd caught briefly; she'd liked it, and though he'd had a great time, it wasn't.. quite what he really wanted. He'd take her up on it again anytime, but there was that little ball of frustration deep in him that demanded more. He rolled beside her, breathless and appeased for now, nevertheless. "Mmm," he said, feeling lazy and fulfilled for the second, and a little sleepy as well.
Susanna let out a surprised breath, her eyes widening as he dropped onto her, but she flexed her hands, willing the blood to return to them now that she was aware of the tingling numbness. After a minute, she rolled onto her side, propping her elbow on the bed and holding her head up with her hand. “If those are the results I can expect, remind me to question your stamina more often,” she teased with a very satisfied smile.
"Feel free to do that anytime, darlin'," he drawled, tweaking her breast idly as he caught his breath. So, yeah, it'd probably be awhile this time. Knowing himself, it was perfectly possible, but this time he needed time to recuperate. "Not bad on that front yourself." Because she wasn't, and credit where it was due when he wasn't trying not to get caught. Besides, no need to ruin what could become a nice side thing if he played things right.
Susanna chuckled again at the response. She was feeling loose and limber and utterly relaxed and satisfied. She had no intention of trying to tempt him into going another round. Not that she would be against it later, but she was already starting to feel sore from their activities, and there really was no reason not to pace themselves now. “Mmm, thank you,” she replied in a tone that clearly said she had no doubt about her own skills. Rolling back onto her back, she stretched her arms over her head, humming contentedly before relaxing back against her pillow again. “I’m going to relax a little bit and then shower, I think. You’re welcome to stay or go,” she told him, glancing sideways at him. “It really won’t hurt my feelings either way,” she added, reaching out to brush her fingertips over his chest.
Ryan stifled a yawn, because now, yes, he was sleepy from all of these and their exertions. "Think I'll stay for a few," he said, tugging a pillow under his head. It wasn't for want of cuddling or such, he really wasn't the sort unless he needed to play the part, and she obviously didn't need him to do that. He just did not feel the least need to actually get up and get dressed just yet. He might even steal her shower for a few minutes before he did so. He definitely needed one at this point.
“Suit yourself,” Susanna replied with another light laugh. She wasn’t bothered and truly didn’t mind the thought of him laying just like that in her bed. It was a few more minutes before she slid out of bed, tugging her panties off on the way to the bathroom. They were halfway to ruined after all, but she would clean them and then see if they could be salvaged. She slipped into the shower, leaving the bathroom door open because she was already feeling light headed enough, she didn’t need the bathroom steaming up so much as to make it worse. Really, whatever happened next, Susanna thought as she washed up, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be left unsatisfied. Not now that she had two men in this place who were so very talented at satisfying her.