Ryland Grace X Reader (Doing *it* in on the beach in Erid) (Smutty, 18+)
Summary: Ryland takes you on a cute beach date, on your beach in Erid, where things get a little steamy (Smutty Ryland Grace Fanfic 18+)
Rating: 18+ / Word Count: 3.5K
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Ryland leaned in, planting a soft kiss to my lips, as we stayed in our seated position on his bed. It was a slow, lingering press of his mouth to mine. His hand slid gently along my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek, and I felt the smallest tremble in his fingers.
I sighed against him, and he seemed to lose the last of whatever restraint he had been holding on to.
His mouth moved over mine with desperation, like he was still afraid of asking too much and still unable to stop himself from wanting it. When his tongue brushed against my lower lip, my fingers tightened in his shirt. He pulled away only when we both needed air, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing uneven.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. He smiled, breathless and shy in a way that made my stomach flip.
"Do you want to go for a walk on the beach with me?" he asked. "I have something to show you."
I laughed softly, still trying to remember how my lungs worked. "Okay."
But instead of moving, I caught the front of his shirt and pulled him back down for one more kiss. Just one. Or at least, that was the plan.
By the time we finally left the house, morning had fully gone, now with the afternoon brightness and fog rolling in. Ryland carried a folded makeshift towel under one arm, longer and wider than the ones in the bathroom, made from the same plush repurposed material. His other hand held mine. Our fingers gently laced together. The contact still made something flutter low in my chest.
We walked down the cliff path and onto the beach, the ocean breeze slipping through my hair and tugging at the hem of my shirt. I couldn't stop smiling. I probably looked ridiculous. I didn't care.
The air smelled fresh and salty. The waves moved beside us. There were no pressing tasks to be completed. No spaceship to maintain, nothing to be logged or documented or repaired. Just the cozy warmth of Ryland's hand in mine and the strange feeling of freedom and having nowhere else to be. For the first time in years, I felt content.
Ryland led me toward a smaller stretch of beach tucked beneath the cliff, just to the left of where his house stood above us. It was more private here, the shoreline curving inward, the fog rolling gently across the water.
He let go of my hand long enough to shake out the towel, spreading it across the sand with unnecessary concentration. A level on concentration he always had when completing a task. God, he was such a perfectionist. He was such a perfectionist that it was cute, and it made me smile. I watched as he slipped off his new Converse, set them carefully beside the towel, and sat down.
He looked up at me and patted the space beside him. I sat, next to him immediately.
"This is so cute," I said, settling next to him. "I've never been on a beach date."
Ryland turned to me, eyebrows lifting as he looked over his glasses at me. "Really?"
He leaned back on his hands, stretching his long legs out in front of him. I copied him, crossing my ankles, our shoulders nearly touching.
"I've never really been on a proper date at all, actually," I admitted.
His head turned quickly. "Really?"
The surprise in his voice made me laugh.
"Really." I gave a small smile, my lips pushed together in a line.
"I mean, not to sound ridiculous, but I find it very hard to believe you didn't have men lining up for a chance to date you," Ryland said, his smile shy despite the compliment.
"Well—I mean, I was such a geek growing up, so you can probably guess why the boys weren't chasing after me. And then University happened, and then Grad school happened, and Grad school was..." I made a vague, exhausted gesture. "Grad school. I barely had energy to feed myself properly, let alone maintain a romantic relationship."
"I mean, I wasn't completely a loser," I added, then immediately regretted my own honesty. "I had people. I dated around occasionally. Slept with a lot of people, but never anything serious. You know. Normal university chaos and horniness."
Ryland sat up a little straighter.
"Okay," he said quickly, his voice suddenly higher. "Yep. Yes. I understand. No need for anymore details on that."
I looked at him. His ears had gone pink.
A grin tugged at my mouth. "Sorry. You probably didn't need to know about my crazy university sex life."
"No," he said, staring very hard at the ocean. "Probably not."
I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. He shot me a look. Which, only made it worse.
I cleared my throat. "So, what about you?"
"How many girlfriends have you had?" I tilted my head, unable to help myself. "Because based on what you did with your tongue earlier, I know you've got some experience."
Ryland's face went scarlet. Completely scarlet. It was glorious.
He coughed, looked away, looked back, then looked away again. "I—uh. I had one serious girlfriend before the mission."
"Her name was Linda. We dated near the end of grad school and for a while after. We moved in together. Did the whole adult relationship thing." He scratched the back of his neck. "It didn't work out."
"It was a long time ago." He said it lightly, but there was something under it. A bruise, maybe. Old enough not to ache anymore, but still slightly tender if pressed.
"What happened?" I asked.
I raised one shoulder. "Sorry. You don't have to answer."
"No, it's okay." He looked out at the water. "She thought I was too much of a daydreamer. That I always had my head in the clouds. She always said that I didn't want to live in the real world. That I wasn't grown up enough."
I was quiet for a second.
"Was it because of your dissertation?" I asked. "An Analysis of Water Based Assumptions and Recalibrations of Expectations for Evolutionary Models?"
Ryland stared at me. "You remember the title?"
"Of course I remember the title."
He looked dumbfounded for a moment, and then his expression loosed. He looked almost touched.
"Well," he said slowly, "to answer your question, yes. Partly. The dissertation caused a lot of drama in my field. A lot. I had a very unpopular opinion, and apparently I had an even more unpopular inability to shut up about it. I really offended a lot of important people, with what I wrote."
"It does, doesn't it?" He gave a faint smile. "Linda didn't love that. She wanted stability. She wanted somebody more realistic, I guess."
His smile faded a little. "She left. Got with Mark almost immediately after, so that was... great." His jaw tightened as he said it.
I bumped my shoulder gently against his.
"For the record," I said, "I think it's extremely attractive when a man is highly educated and opinionated."
Ryland turned pink again, though this time he was smiling.
His smile softened again, and for a second he looked at me in that way that made the air feel warmer than it was. Then he leaned in and kissed me. His hand rose to cup my cheek, and I turned into him without thinking, letting my fingers curl into the front of his shirt.
"Wait," He said, pulling back.
"I have to ask something."
"O-okay." I stuttered, still feeling warm and flustered from our kiss.
"You said you'd only recently finished grad school before Stratt approached you." His hand slipped from my face, though his other hand found mine on the towel behind us, tangling our fingers together. "Exactly how old are you?"
I froze in my place. For one second, I considered pretending not to hear him over the waves.
But he was looking at me now, curious, any increasingly nervous at my silence.
I knew exactly how old Ryland was. I also knew how much time had passed on Earth since the Hail Mary left. The math was strange and terrible and unfair in the way relativistic space travel always was.
"In Earth years or lived years?"
"If you have to specify, that makes me significantly more nervous."
I winced. "Let's start with lived years."
"Well, I finished grad school when I was just twenty-five," I said carefully. "The trip here took a little over four years. So I'm twenty-nine. Almost thirty."
Ryland was sitting very still, as he stared at me. Then he looked out at the ocean. Then back at me.
"Oh, man," he breathed. "I've kissed a twenty-nine-year-old as a forty-seven-year-old."
"That's not that bad." I swatted his arm, half laughing. "Don't look at me like that! I'm not that young. I have a doctorate and everything."
He pressed a hand over his face. "Still."
"Technically, in Earth years, I'd be thirty-eight. So really, it's fine."
He lowered his hand slowly.
"Well," he said, "technically, in Earth years, I'm sixty-eight."
I stared at him. Then I burst out laughing.
"You're such an old man."
"You qualify for a senior discount."
"Oh my god, I have kissed a senior citizen. Oh. My. God. I've slept with a senior citizen."
"We are counting lived years only," he said, pointing at me with great seriousness. "Only lived years. I refuse to mentally process being sixty-eight years old with this forty-seven-year-old body and these forty-seven-year-old bones."
I let my gaze dip down him, slow enough that he noticed.
"Mmm," I said. "You do have a very good body."
His eyes darkened slightly. "Do I?"
I leaned in, smiling. "And great bones." I emphasized as I eyed his crotch.
"Really?" He smirked, understanding what I meant instantly.
His free hand moved to my waist, and with one smooth motion he pulled me closer. I laughed as I ended up in his lap, my knees pressing into the towel on either side of him.
His hands settled at my hips. For a second, all I could hear was the rush of the waves and the sudden change in his breathing.
"You're trouble," he murmured.
His mouth curved. Then he kissed me again.
I melted into him, my hands sliding up around his neck, fingers brushing into his hair. He kissed me like he still couldn't believe he was allowed to, like every time I kissed him back it startled him all over again.
Between kisses, he pulled away just enough to whisper, "Wait."
I made a small protesting sound.
His forehead rested against mine. "That means you were born the year I left Earth."
"It's only weird if you make it weird."
"It is objectively weird."
I kissed him again to shut him up.
It worked for about three seconds.
Then he pulled back, staring at me with a helpless little laugh. "I can't believe I have a twenty-nine-year-old girlfriend."
Everything in me stopped. I pulled back fully this time.
His face changed instantly."I mean—"
"Wait," I said, searching his face. "Did you just call me your girlfriend?"
Ryland's blush returned with impressive speed.
"I—well. I didn't mean to assume. I just—"
I cut him off with a kiss.
Both hands cupped his face as I kissed him hard enough to make him stop rambling. When I pulled back, we were both out of breath.
"I've never been anyone's girlfriend before," I admitted.
His expression softened. He brushed his thumb along my waist, suddenly nervous in a way that was painfully sweet.
"Do you want to be mine?"
I looked at him. The man in front of me. A lost scientist, a well travelled survivor, staring up at me on an artificial beach on an alien planet, asking like the answer to this question, mattered more than anything else.
His breath caught. I smiled, then leaned in until my lips brushed his. "I do."
Ryland's arms tightened around me, and when he kissed me again, it felt less like a question. More like an answer.
We kept kissing, deeper and hungrier now. Ryland slipped his tongue past my lips, and I moaned softly into his mouth as I started to slowly grind down on his lap, seeking friction. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass and gripping my hips as I rocked against him.
He reached up and tugged my shirt off. The second it was gone, my breasts spilled free, and his eyes darkened. He leaned in immediately, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while his fingers teased the other. I gasped, arching into him.
Wanting more, I pushed him back just enough to yank his shirt over his head. My hands ran greedily over his chest and stomach, admiring the way his muscles flexed under my touch. Before I could get too distracted, Ryland flipped us, hovering over me as he kissed me again. His mouth trailed down my neck and chest while his hands worked my pants down in one smooth motion.
I was reaching for his waistband when he suddenly pulled back.
"Wait, wait," he said, breathing hard. "I want to show you something."
I made a noise of protest and tried to pull him back down, but he stood up in front of me and held out his hand. "Come here."
Reluctantly, I let him pull me to my feet. He quickly kicked off his pants and boxers, and I couldn't help but stare as his cock sprang free. Thick, hard, and flushed. Ryland dropped to his knees in front of me and slowly dragged my panties down my legs. He pressed soft kisses along my thighs, finishing with one gentle kiss right on my pussy that made my breath hitch.
Before I could react, he stood, scooped me up, and threw me over his shoulder.
"Ryland!" I shrieked, laughing as I clung to him.
He took off toward the water, carrying me like I weighed nothing.
"It's going to be freezing!" I yelled, playfully smacking his back as the cool air rushed over my bare skin.
He just laughed, wading straight into the shallows without slowing down.
"Ry!" I protested again, kicking my legs.
"Wait for it," he teased.
When the water reached his waist, he swung me off his shoulder. Instead of the icy shock I expected, I sank into deliciously warm water. My eyes flew open.
"Oh my god..." I breathed, letting myself float. The water was perfectly warm, like a heated pool. Ryland's hand came up to support my back as I stretched out, eyes closed in bliss.
"How did you do this?" I asked, still floating. "It was freezing earlier."
"I had Adrian adjust the temperature," he admitted, sounding a little shy. "Just for you. I figured you'd want to go swimming."
I stopped floating and looped my arms around his neck, pulling myself against him. "Really?"
He nodded, a small, hopeful smile on his face. "Do you love it?"
I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love it."
I moaned against his lips, the sound swallowed by the kiss. Ryland's hands slid down to grip my thighs, guiding my legs around his waist. The second I wrapped around him, I felt it. He was still rock hard, his cock pressing insistently against me through the water.
"Ry," I breathed, startled at how hard and ready he felt against me.
"Sorry," he murmured, but the way his hips twitched told me he wasn't sorry at all. His tip brushed right against my entrance, and I gasped.
I reached down between us, wrapping my hand around him. He was hot and heavy in my palm. I gave him a slow stroke as I kissed him again, deeper this time. Ryland groaned into my mouth, the sound low and desperate. I tightened my grip and stroked him again, feeling him throb against my fingers.
"Are we really about to have sex in the ocean?" I whispered against his lips.
"Looks like it," he rasped, before dragging his mouth down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. One of his hands stayed firm on my ass, holding me up against him as the warm water swirled around us.
I angled my hips and reached down again, lining him up with my entrance, before slowly pushing myself down onto him. The stretch burned as he pushed inside. The ocean had washed away most of my slick, leaving me un-lubricated. I hissed at the sharp sting, but the deeper he sank, the more the pain melted into a thick, aching pleasure.
"Fuck," I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as I started to move, slowly rising and falling on his cock. Every ridge of him dragged against my walls, as Ryland moaned loudly, his hips snapping up to meet mine.
He felt so deep like this.
Before I could catch my breath, he was moving us. Without pulling out, he carried me through the water until my back met warm sand in the shallows. Ryland braced one hand above my head and gripped my hip with the other, then started fucking me in earnest, hard, deep thrusts that had the shallow waves splashing around us.
"Oh my god," I gasped, nails digging into his back.
Ryland's eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw tight as he drove into me. Every time he bottomed out, a broken moan tore from his throat. I was loud too, moaning right against his ear, and I felt him shudder.
Suddenly he pulled out completely.
"Ry—!" I whined at the sudden emptiness, but he was already moving down my body.
"I need to taste you," he growled.
He shoved my thighs apart and buried his face between them, his tongue immediately flicking over my swollen clit. The contrast of his hot mouth against the water made me cry out. He didn't ease into it. He ate me like he was starving, sucking and licking with filthy intent, that had my back arching off the sand. His face was fully submerged in the water, as my hands shot to his hair.
"Oh my god," I moaned, my fingers twisting further into his hair.
He didn't come up for air. His tongue worked relentlessly, dipping inside me before dragging back up to circle my clit again and again. My thighs started to shake.
"I—I'm close," I warned, voice breaking.
"Mmm," he hummed against me, and the vibration pushed me over the edge.
I came hard, thighs clamping tight around his head as I cried out. My whole body shook with it. Ryland didn't stop licking me through it, even as I held him there, half-drowning him.
I failed to loosen my grip, as I continued to come down from my orgasm. Quickly, he surfaced with a gasp, lifting my lower half up with him, my legs still tightly wrapped around his head. He hovered above me, my legs still somehow tightly bound to him. Lips shiny and eyes dark with lust. He looked wrecked in the best way, as my
"Sorry," I panted, unwrapping my legs from his face.
"For what?" he asked, already crawling back over me.
"For almost drowning you."
He shook his head, a crooked smile on his face as he lined himself up again. "I loved every second of it."
He pushed back inside me with one smooth thrust and started fucking me again, slower but just as deep. The sand shifted beneath us with every roll of his hips.
"I'm going to have so much sand in my ass after this," I whispered against his ear, arms wrapped tight around his neck.
"It's okay," he panted, voice low and rough. "I'll eat it out of you later."
I gasped, feeling half scandalized, and slapped his shoulder. Ryland just laughed into my neck before sucking another mark there.
He kept thrusting, picking up the pace until we were both moaning. When he reached between us to rub my clit, I clenched hard around him.
"Come with me," he groaned.
I did. The second I started pulsing around him, Ryland buried himself deep and came with a low, broken moan, filling me in hot, steady pulses. We stayed like that, tangled together in the shallows, breathing hard.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
Ryland slumped against me, face tucked into my neck. "You're so fucking incredible," he mumbled against my skin.
We laid there for a moment, the waves gently washing over us.
"Thank you for the surprise," I said softly.
He lifted his head just enough to kiss me, slow and sweet.
"I'm so glad you liked it."
"It was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."
Ryland pulled back to look at me, his expression soft and almost shy. "Really?"
I nodded, pulling him down for another kiss.
He smiled against my lips. "C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."
"Okay, Boyfriend." I teased.
Ryland's eyes darkened with amusement as he helped me up. "Careful," he warned, voice low. "Or you're gonna end up starting round two."
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