gluing teacups back together

It was a rare night, you and Ryland finally both had a night off together. After weeks of overlapping schedules and rushed greetings and goodbyes, a weekend lined up perfectly for you both to spend the weekend relaxing and resetting after the hectic weeks you’ve both had.

Starting with a friend get together. Just a few hours at a nice local restaurant. You and Ryland both agreed not to drink, and not to stay too late.

Which was going perfectly, a fun and stress free night that was so needed it’s crazy you went so long without it. Until you decided that slowly torturing Ryland for the entirety of the night was where your attention was going to go.

All things that could’ve looked innocent to anyone across the table or in the restaurant.

Climbing over his lap to get out of the booth, which involved you slowing down and half grinding on his crotch to climb over.

Leaning over him to grab salt or napkins while practically shoving your cleavage in his face, pulling back to your seat while throwing him a cute little smile.

What finally got him was when your hand that was innocently resting on his thigh, started to inch higher and higher every minute, until your palm was practically on his bulge, which he had been trying to hide the moment you started teasing him.

He broke then, impatiently waiting for the waiter to come by so he could pay your bill and handle whatever the hell you were doing right now. Wound tight by how long it had been since you both had been intimate together, and now you making it your life’s goal to kill him through slutty eye contact and showing your tits in his face.

And when the bill was taken care of, he grabs you by the wrist and practically drags you out of the restaurant, barely getting out a farewell to your friends before you both disappear.

The walk to the car was silent, he pulls open your door for you, closing it when you get in, then walking around to his side and getting in.

“Put your seatbelt on” his voice dropping an octave, smooth and deep. Now making the pulse between your legs come to life. You slide the seatbelt over and click it into the buckle.

“Ryland I-”

“Don’t.”

You shut your mouth, baffled by what just happened, half obeying what he told you.

“You know what you were doing in there. Knew what it was doing to me”

You smirk, turning away and looking out of the window to hide it.

“What? I don’t know what you mean?”

He scoffs and grips the steering wheel. The rest of the car ride home is silent, which is scary. He usually goes on long rants to fill the space. Stories about his students, a cool article he read about some new space discovery, and even on occasion gossip about teachers and your own friends.

By the time you make it home, you’re certainly nervous now. Still without a word spoken, he gets out and walks around to open your door, barely sparing you a glance. Walking ahead of you to open the door to your shared apartment, then closing it behind you when you walk in. His back is now turned to you.

“Ryland I-”

“Don’t.”

You pause again.

“You know what you were doing to me.”

He turns around, hand gripping your jaw and turning your body. Your back thumping against the front door.

“Say it.”

“I-”

“Say it.”

He says your name, grip not letting go of your jaw. Eyes dark as he holds your gaze. The corner of your mouth barely lifts into something that could barely pass as a smirk, but he notices it. He knows you notice him noticing. He stays silent.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

You say innocently, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He closes his eyes, his grip more secure on your jaw now as he leans down and smashes his lips on yours.

You fold immediately, melting into his hold. A small noise leaves your mouth that he swallows completely. Arms coming up to loop around his neck, before you’re stopped.

Rylands hand covers both of your wrist with his one palm, reaching up and pining them above your head.

“Look at me.”

You look up.

“I am going to lay you down in our bed, and you are going to let me handle this. Handle you.”

You gulp. His eyes dart down to your throat, then back up to your eyes.

“Understood?”

you nod at him eagerly, eyes not once leaving his.

“Use your words.”

“Yes. Please.”

With that he grabs you by the waist, hauling you up into his chest. Your legs wrapping around his waist by instinct. Arms wrapping around his neck as he carries you to your shared bedroom. He leans down over the soft duvet, plopping you down on the mattress before he is on you. His body crowding you, as he crawls you both back to the headboard and soft pillows.

“We haven’t fucked in weeks and this is how you wanna do it? Huh? Huh baby?”

You try to tuck your head into his shoulder. He immediately pushes you down on the pillows beneath your head.

“Don’t hide now, you knew what you were doing, now you’re gonna take it.”

“Ry-“

His hands are on shorts, toying with the hem before reaching his fingers into the waistband. Pausing for a moment before you nod. He slides them down your hips and off of your legs along with your underwear.

He slides down, face first with your glistening heat. His thumbs pulling your wet lips apart.

“I’ve missed this pretty pussy. Missed my pretty girl too”

he groans out. Licking a stripe up the center of your core. Lips wrapping around your clip and sucking hard. Alternating between long licks where he flattens his tongue and small kitten licks to your clit.

He works you up slow, dragging his tongue over and over again through your pussy before suckling again. He keeps you near the edge in a way that is subtle. Switching up the rhythm and speed when he senses you getting close.

He pushes his index and middle finger in after a few minutes of licking and teasing. Your pussy gripping and clenching down on his fingers as he works to find that spongy spot deep inside of you.

A loud squeal leaving your mouth when he pushes up against it just right.

“Ry- I- I’m gonna cum, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop”

His tongue stops, and his fingers retreat. He tilts his head to bite at your thighs instead. You whine loudly. So loudly that he just sits back and stares at you, letting you work through what he just did.

When your whines turn into whimpers, that’s when he flips you onto your stomach. His large palm on your upper back pushing you down onto your chest. Your head is pressed into your pillow and his hands holding your hips up. Your body slack in his arms.

He lined up the head of his cock, wetness gushing into his tip, as he barely presses in, and then pulls back.

“Ry!”

Your face is red, spreading down to your neck and onto your chest. You’re panting when you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

He’s grinning, eyes already on yours as he rubs soothing circles onto your hip with his freehand

“What baby?”

“Ryland, don’t tease me, please don’t.”

“But that’s what you did to me all night?”

He pushes the tip back in, rocking the tiniest bit forward before pulling out again.

“It’s not so cute now, huh?”

You try to throw your hips back, you whine, anything to get him to actually fuck you. Ryland just keeps grinning, smug and not letting you off easy.

“Say please, baby.”

“Please Ryland please!!”

He hums, his tip still barely just inside you, moments pass, and when you think he really isn’t going to fuck you, he shoves his cock in, in one long stroke. Punching the air out of you.

You half wheeze, half moan into your pillow. Barely needing to adjust before he’s fucking you.

Ryland’s hips slamming into yours, his balls smacking your clit, and his head dipping down to his your shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum-! Oh my god”

You’re practically sobbing now. Tears streaming down your cheeks and shallow pants leaving your mouth.

“Wow. Already?”

You’re so humiliated, turned on, and seconds away from coming without even any stimulation on your clit. A wrecked moan claws its way out of your throat.

“You’re not coming yet.”

You freeze. Breath now caught in your throat as you try to look at him behind you again.

“What?? No! Ry! You can’t!”

“I said you aren’t coming yet. Hold it in.”

His hand sneaks around your stomach, thick fingers finding your clit, dipping down where you’re both connected. Gathering your dripping mess before rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“You’ll come when I tell you to baby.”

He’s kissing your shoulder again. You can feel his smirk pressed into your back. Satisfied with breaking you down completely. Your tear stained face and watery eyes facing him. Drool leaking down from the corner of your mouth while you sob and moan into your pillow.

He keeps you on the edge for a few more minutes before your squeals really turn more desperate and your hands reach back behind you to grab at him. He grabs hold of one of your hands and laces your fingers together.

“Does my poor baby need to come? She can’t hold it anymore?”

You’re nodding at him you think. Babbles leaving your mouth followed by loud whimpers.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson then honey, cmon. Cum for me.”

You arch so hard into the mattress your spine hurts. Your whole body spasming and shaking while he holds you up. A scream tearing through the bedroom.

He smiles down at you while you gush hot liquid onto his abdomen and the bed sheets.

He pumps a few more times before spilling into your pussy. Hot white ropes painting your insides.

You’re panting and out of breath when he slowly pulls out.

“Y’did so good for me” he kisses your shoulder before stepping away to grab a wet cloth and some fresh sheets

Cleaning you up and then carrying you to the couch to lay you there while he puts on new sheets.

When he comes back, you’re half asleep, smiling at him when he picks you up and carries you back to bed.

Bringing you water before crawling in beside you. Grabbing you and placing your head onto his chest and your legs over his.

“Did you like that? Was that okay?”

He’s mumbling into your hair, tickling your back, and squeezing you tighter into his hold.

“I love it, Ry.” you breathe out. “I love you”

“I love you so much”

The lamp is clicked off, you melt against him.

Teasing him was so worth it.