Cheeky's FunFic Challenge: Splinter
fandom: the OC
title: Driftwood
word count: ~2,790
rating: M for smuttiness.... huh... who would of thought. You have been warned. I have a dirty mind.
author's note: Written for cheekymice 's FunFic Challenge. Splinter... Completely AU after Series Finale. Not beta-ed. All mistakes are mine...
Friday, 10:08 PM
“Get out Seth.”
Seth backed out of the room cautiously, his hands covering his eyes as he bumped into the door jam before turning around. “I really should learn to knock. Um, just incase there is some weird fetish act going on in your house.”
“Go wait downstairs Seth. Ryan will be down in a minute.”
“No I won’t. Seth leave.”
“Oh come on sweetie… It’s only going to take me another minute and then you can go downstairs and play Nintendo-“
“PlayStation, Taylor. PlayStation.” Seth called from the hallway from where he was hovering, trying his hardest not to peak in the room.
“Go home Seth!” Ryan yelled again, his signature glare evident in the tone of his voice.
“I’ll be downstairs, buddy. Come on down when you and Taylor are done doing whatever it is that you are doing. Which, what is it that you are doing? I didn’t realize that you were into S&M-“
“SETH!”
Taylor hurriedly climbed off where she was sitting on the backs of Ryan’s legs as he buried his face under a pillow and she scurried out the door, pushing Seth with her.
“You need to leave right now.” She hissed, pulling the door closed behind her. “Ryan’s already in a brood and I don’t need you adding to it.”
“What the hell where you two doing in there?” Seth glanced back towards the closed door before refocusing his attention on Taylor and the shiny metal object in her hand. “What is that?”
She glanced down quickly and then moved to slide her hand into her pocket. “Nothing Seth.”
“That’s not nothing. Those were tweezers! Are you plucking Ryan’s ass hair? Does Ryan have ass hair? And is it normal to pluck it? I would think that waxing would be a better way to go about removing it. And is it Ryan who wants it removed, or is it something you requested? You’re not going to say anything to Summer about ass hair are you? Because I swear, I don’t have any. And if I did, I wouldn’t be removing it.”
“Seth….” Taylor ran her hand through her hair and shifted her head to look at him closely. “Putting aside the fact that I know you do have ass hair, if Ryan did have ass hair and I was plucking it, I wouldn’t be discussing it with you.”
Seth’s eyes widened and his mouth dangled open. “What do you mean you know I have ass hair? Did Summer tell you that? Did you know that she’s a pathological liar?”
“Seth….” Taylor raised her eyes warningly at him. “Let’s stop talking about ass hair. Can you just go, so I can go back in and finish with Ryan?”
“No. Not until you tell me what you two are doing in there that involves his ass and a pair of tweezers.”
“I find it very disturbing how freely you speak about Ryan’s ass…. Is there something else that you’d like to share with me? Is there a reason you are at our house at 10:00 at night, questioning what Ryan and I do in our bedroom?” Taylor gave him a wink with a small smirk, while placing her hands on her hips.
“What? Me? No. Not at all. Ryan’s ass is his thing. But I’m not leaving until I know why you are examining Ryan’s ass cheeks with tweezers.”
Taylor pursed her lips and glared at Seth with her hands on her hips…
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1 Hour , 29 minutes earlier
Friday, 8:39 PM
“Come on Ryan… Please?” Taylor begged, tugging him by the hand as she struggled to pull him to a standing position. “It’ll be fun. It’ll be nice. It’ll be…”
“Don’t say it Taylor.” He groaned, pulling his hand back and resuming his lounging position as he attempted to decapitate a ninja by using the unbeatable combination of X-O-X-O.
Ryan glanced up briefly at Taylor, whose arms were crossed now defiantly across her chest, as she narrowed her eyes and glared at him. She had that look in her eye and where normally he would jump at the chance to have angry sex with her, he was standing his ground this time.
And then her hands moved to cover her mouth and her eyes began to tear.
And then he groaned and tossed the controller to the floor. Standing up and he wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her close to him.
“You just don’t care do you?” She sobbed into his shoulder. “You told me that this is what you waaaaannnnttteeddd….”
“Oh Taylor.” Ryan hugged her tighter, pressing his lips against the top of her head as he felt her sobbing hard against his quickly dampening shoulder. “I do want to have a baby with you, but having sex 4 or 5 times a day, everyday of the week, is getting really…”
“Don’t you say it Ryan Atwood.” Taylor pulled back and glared at him. “All you have to do is impregnate me and I’m the one who has to carry if for nine months and then push it out of my crotch. So don’t you tell me that it’s getting to be too hard… or annoying… or tiring. You have one job to do and you can’t even do it right!”
Ryan raised an eyebrow at his wife and forced himself to take a calming breath. “Way to put a guy in the mood, Taylor.”
“Oh come off it Ryan. What you do is all about pleasure. You don’t even need to be in the mood.” Taylor pushed herself away from Ryan and stormed up towards the stairs. “Sometime I just really do not like you Ryan Atwood.”
Ryan stood still staring at her retreating body until it was out of sight. Hearing the bedroom door slam shut, he flopped down on the couch and covered his face with his hands and groaned. “That woman is going to be the death of me.”
Grabbing his controller again, he unpaused the game and continued with his assault on the attacking ninjas, trying hard to block out the sounds of Taylor stomping around in the bedroom above him. Tossing the controller to the side, he dialed a number on his cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey Summer. Seth around?”
“Man of very little words Chino. However does Taylor tolerate you?”
“Yes Summer I know. How are you?”
“Well now that you mention it, I am quite well. Except for the phone call you just interrupted.”
“Taylor called, huh?”
“She sure did and she’s mighty pissed. So in order to preserve my sanity, can you please just get over yourself and take her on a lovely walk on the beach and then have your way with her in the sand dunes?”
Ryan rolled his eyes and stifled a groan. “Just tell Seth I called?”
“Go impregnate your wife Atwood.” Click.
“Women.”
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Friday, 9:12 PM
Taylor and Ryan walked hand in hand along the beach, close enough to the water that a random wave would wash across their toes, but far enough so that they weren’t chilled by the cold water mixing with the cooling night air.
“See… isn’t this nice?” Taylor mused, resting her head on Ryan’s shoulder as he tightened his arm around her waist. “Just the two of us, alone, on a private beach….”
Ryan just smiled and continued walking towards one of the few remaining stretches of beach that wasn’t in complete view of the houses that have recently cropped up from a new development project. Taking Taylor’s hand in his, he tugged her upwards towards the dunes.
She glanced around when he stopped, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her tightly to him. Looking right and left, she smiled with satisfaction that there were not going to be seen by anyone in the nearby houses. Turning her attention back to him, she slid her arms over his shoulders, her fingers running through the hair on the back of his head.
“So….”
“So….” Ryan repeated, placing a soft kiss on her temple before working his way lower until his lips softly grazed against the soft spot behind her ear. She giggled a little and he pulled back to look at her. “What?”
“You know how I get when you kiss me in that spot…” She whispered pressing her forehead against his and kissing his lips softly.
“I know. And that’s why I do it.” He took a step backwards and moved to drop to his knees, pulling her down with him. Dropping his head again, he moved his lips to that spot, teasing it gently with his tongue before sucking lightly and then soothingly kissing her.
He heard her breathe out his name, and leaned back further so that they went from where they were kneeling facing each other, to now laying flat on his back, the cool sand causing him to shiver as he pulled her down to lay on top of him. He felt her hips shift against his and he lowered his hands slowly from her neck down along her back and side until they were resting on her ass.
“We should have brought a blanket.” She whispered, again shifting her hips against him, being rewarded with his hardness against her. “I’m not really looking forward to sand in my ‘hooha.’
Ryan smirked at the terminology and shifted his hips against her this time as he moved his hands lower so that they slipped under her skirt. “Well then maybe you should have worn some panties.”
“They would jus get in the way and slow us down.” She raised an eyebrow suggestively at him, and slowly began to slide her body down his until she was kneeling between his legs, her hands finding their way to the button of his jeans. “Now the question is… did you remember to leave your boxers at home?”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan took her hand in his and guided it to pop open the button and lower the zipper. He watched her carefully waiting for her reaction when his dick sprung free from his jeans. When she quirked an eyebrow at him, he shrugged. “Laundry day?”
Taylor laughed lightly, running her fingertips along his hardened cock, enjoying his reaction as he sucked in a sharp breath of air, and lifted his hips to meet more of her hand. “Down boy…. We’ve got time.”
Glancing around him Ryan laughed. “I thought we got past these discover fantasies you have.” Pushing her hands aside, he stroked himself roughly several times before sitting up to grab her hips and lift her on top of him. He felt her settle against him, her moistness lubricating his dick as she shifted her hips forward and backwards. Scooping her bottom up with his hands, he positioned her over him and thrust up at the same time as he lowered her onto him. Her tightness squeezing him as he impaled her.
“Fuck…” He hissed as she rocked her hips forward again, taking more of him into her. She as so hot and wet that if he didn’t control her movements now, he was bound to have this encounter end prematurely. Gripping her hips tightly, he halted her movements and then rolled to the right, bringing her underneath him.
“No Ryan…” She whined, squirming around beneath him. “I don’t want sand up there. I need to be on top.”
“And what makes you think that I want sand in my ass?” He asked, lazily thrusting into her as she continued to squirm. Little did she know about the pleasure her movements were giving him.
“Please Ryan?” She gasped, feeling his thickness rubbing deep inside of her almost made her forget about the sand that was surely finding its way into her crevices. “Look… you can sit on that over there.”
He glanced to where she was pointing and shook his head. “I’m not sitting on a piece of dirty driftwood.” He continued his lazy movements, tugging her closer to him so that her ass was resting on his knees, and her hips were elevated. “Come on… tell me this doesn’t feel good.”
“It does Ryan… but I don’t want the sand in there mixing with your baby making juice… what if it prevents your little swimmers from finding their way to where they need to be?”
Ryan sighed loudly and pulled out of her wet cunt, missing the warmth and tightness instantly. “Fine. How do you want to do this?”
Taylor quickly picked herself up out of the sand, dusting her ass off ass he moved up a bit to where a piece of driftwood laid in the sand. “Here, sit on this and I’ll ride you the way you like it.”
Ryan eyed the piece of wood suspiciously, wonder what sort of evil disease he could contract from placing his ass on the wood, but one look at Taylor, with her skirt pushed up around her waist, and that wanton look on her face was enough to convince him that a bit of penicillin would be worth it. He shifted himself quickly over to the log and pushed his jeans the rest of the way down his ankles as she scampered behind him, divesting herself of her shirt as she went so that he was faced with just her perfect tits in a lacy bra and her naked cunt.
As she settled herself in front of him, he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers along her wetness, feeling her tremble at his touch before pushing 2 fingers inside of her. Her own hand went down to his where she slid a finger in along side of his, before pulling it out. He watched her with lustful eyes as she brought her finger up to his lips and he sucked it willingly into his mouth.
“God Taylor.” He mumbled before moving his hands from where they were sliding in and out of her so that he could swiftly push his dick into her pussy. He felt her muscles squeeze around him as she settled on top of him, his hands working with her hips to find a comfortable rhythm. As she bounced around on top of him, he kept one hand on her hip guiding her motions and slid the other one between them, where he rubbed her clit in small circles.
“Fuck Ryan.” She grunted, a spasm causing her movements to become rather erratic for a moment and she pushed against him.
“Shit” He hissed feeling a sharp pain on his ass cheek and he jerked hard into her. It didn’t take longer for her body to beginning clenching around his dick as she reached orgasm. As she spasmed around him, he felt himself fall over the edge and he pushed into her several more times before capturing her lips with his, as he swallowed her screams. He held her tightly until he felt her breathing level out and then he went to move her off of him. “You’ve gotta move.”
“No. I can’t. It’ll fall out.”
“Yeah well, I have bigger problems. This piece of wood you made me sit on just bit my ass.” Ryan again tried to lift her off of him, but she held on desperately.
“What? Huh? It doesn’t have teeth. You can’t move me. It’ll fall out. I need to lay down with my feet in the air.”
“Are you fucking nuts?” Ryan stood up, holding on to her tightly before bending carefully over to lay her on the ground and then he pulled out. “We’re on the beach Taylor. You can’t lay her with your feet in the air for the next 30 minutes. Someone will see us. Not to mention, my ass is fucking killing me.”
Taylor squeezed her legs tightly closed and tried to sit up. “Let me see your ass.”
“Not here. We need to go back to the house.” Ryan carefully pulled his pants up before leaning forward to pull Taylor to her feet.
“But I can’t move yet. It’ll all fall out and then I still won’t be pregnant. You go. I’ll stay here.”
“I’m not leaving you out here, half naked with your legs in the air. Get up, I’ll fuck you again later tonight if all of it “falls out” now.” Ryan pulled her to her feet and handed her shirt back to her. “Let’s go. My ass is killing me.”
Taylor stumbled along beside him, trying her best to hurry while keeping her legs as closed as possible, grumbling something about wasted baby making juice on the beach.
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Friday, 10:42 PM
“So Ryan has a splinter in his ass, from trying to impregnate you?”
title: Driftwood
word count: ~2,790
rating: M for smuttiness.... huh... who would of thought. You have been warned. I have a dirty mind.
author's note: Written for cheekymice 's FunFic Challenge. Splinter... Completely AU after Series Finale. Not beta-ed. All mistakes are mine...
Friday, 10:08 PM
“Get out Seth.”
Seth backed out of the room cautiously, his hands covering his eyes as he bumped into the door jam before turning around. “I really should learn to knock. Um, just incase there is some weird fetish act going on in your house.”
“Go wait downstairs Seth. Ryan will be down in a minute.”
“No I won’t. Seth leave.”
“Oh come on sweetie… It’s only going to take me another minute and then you can go downstairs and play Nintendo-“
“PlayStation, Taylor. PlayStation.” Seth called from the hallway from where he was hovering, trying his hardest not to peak in the room.
“Go home Seth!” Ryan yelled again, his signature glare evident in the tone of his voice.
“I’ll be downstairs, buddy. Come on down when you and Taylor are done doing whatever it is that you are doing. Which, what is it that you are doing? I didn’t realize that you were into S&M-“
“SETH!”
Taylor hurriedly climbed off where she was sitting on the backs of Ryan’s legs as he buried his face under a pillow and she scurried out the door, pushing Seth with her.
“You need to leave right now.” She hissed, pulling the door closed behind her. “Ryan’s already in a brood and I don’t need you adding to it.”
“What the hell where you two doing in there?” Seth glanced back towards the closed door before refocusing his attention on Taylor and the shiny metal object in her hand. “What is that?”
She glanced down quickly and then moved to slide her hand into her pocket. “Nothing Seth.”
“That’s not nothing. Those were tweezers! Are you plucking Ryan’s ass hair? Does Ryan have ass hair? And is it normal to pluck it? I would think that waxing would be a better way to go about removing it. And is it Ryan who wants it removed, or is it something you requested? You’re not going to say anything to Summer about ass hair are you? Because I swear, I don’t have any. And if I did, I wouldn’t be removing it.”
“Seth….” Taylor ran her hand through her hair and shifted her head to look at him closely. “Putting aside the fact that I know you do have ass hair, if Ryan did have ass hair and I was plucking it, I wouldn’t be discussing it with you.”
Seth’s eyes widened and his mouth dangled open. “What do you mean you know I have ass hair? Did Summer tell you that? Did you know that she’s a pathological liar?”
“Seth….” Taylor raised her eyes warningly at him. “Let’s stop talking about ass hair. Can you just go, so I can go back in and finish with Ryan?”
“No. Not until you tell me what you two are doing in there that involves his ass and a pair of tweezers.”
“I find it very disturbing how freely you speak about Ryan’s ass…. Is there something else that you’d like to share with me? Is there a reason you are at our house at 10:00 at night, questioning what Ryan and I do in our bedroom?” Taylor gave him a wink with a small smirk, while placing her hands on her hips.
“What? Me? No. Not at all. Ryan’s ass is his thing. But I’m not leaving until I know why you are examining Ryan’s ass cheeks with tweezers.”
Taylor pursed her lips and glared at Seth with her hands on her hips…
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1 Hour , 29 minutes earlier
Friday, 8:39 PM
“Come on Ryan… Please?” Taylor begged, tugging him by the hand as she struggled to pull him to a standing position. “It’ll be fun. It’ll be nice. It’ll be…”
“Don’t say it Taylor.” He groaned, pulling his hand back and resuming his lounging position as he attempted to decapitate a ninja by using the unbeatable combination of X-O-X-O.
Ryan glanced up briefly at Taylor, whose arms were crossed now defiantly across her chest, as she narrowed her eyes and glared at him. She had that look in her eye and where normally he would jump at the chance to have angry sex with her, he was standing his ground this time.
And then her hands moved to cover her mouth and her eyes began to tear.
And then he groaned and tossed the controller to the floor. Standing up and he wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her close to him.
“You just don’t care do you?” She sobbed into his shoulder. “You told me that this is what you waaaaannnnttteeddd….”
“Oh Taylor.” Ryan hugged her tighter, pressing his lips against the top of her head as he felt her sobbing hard against his quickly dampening shoulder. “I do want to have a baby with you, but having sex 4 or 5 times a day, everyday of the week, is getting really…”
“Don’t you say it Ryan Atwood.” Taylor pulled back and glared at him. “All you have to do is impregnate me and I’m the one who has to carry if for nine months and then push it out of my crotch. So don’t you tell me that it’s getting to be too hard… or annoying… or tiring. You have one job to do and you can’t even do it right!”
Ryan raised an eyebrow at his wife and forced himself to take a calming breath. “Way to put a guy in the mood, Taylor.”
“Oh come off it Ryan. What you do is all about pleasure. You don’t even need to be in the mood.” Taylor pushed herself away from Ryan and stormed up towards the stairs. “Sometime I just really do not like you Ryan Atwood.”
Ryan stood still staring at her retreating body until it was out of sight. Hearing the bedroom door slam shut, he flopped down on the couch and covered his face with his hands and groaned. “That woman is going to be the death of me.”
Grabbing his controller again, he unpaused the game and continued with his assault on the attacking ninjas, trying hard to block out the sounds of Taylor stomping around in the bedroom above him. Tossing the controller to the side, he dialed a number on his cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey Summer. Seth around?”
“Man of very little words Chino. However does Taylor tolerate you?”
“Yes Summer I know. How are you?”
“Well now that you mention it, I am quite well. Except for the phone call you just interrupted.”
“Taylor called, huh?”
“She sure did and she’s mighty pissed. So in order to preserve my sanity, can you please just get over yourself and take her on a lovely walk on the beach and then have your way with her in the sand dunes?”
Ryan rolled his eyes and stifled a groan. “Just tell Seth I called?”
“Go impregnate your wife Atwood.” Click.
“Women.”
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Friday, 9:12 PM
Taylor and Ryan walked hand in hand along the beach, close enough to the water that a random wave would wash across their toes, but far enough so that they weren’t chilled by the cold water mixing with the cooling night air.
“See… isn’t this nice?” Taylor mused, resting her head on Ryan’s shoulder as he tightened his arm around her waist. “Just the two of us, alone, on a private beach….”
Ryan just smiled and continued walking towards one of the few remaining stretches of beach that wasn’t in complete view of the houses that have recently cropped up from a new development project. Taking Taylor’s hand in his, he tugged her upwards towards the dunes.
She glanced around when he stopped, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her tightly to him. Looking right and left, she smiled with satisfaction that there were not going to be seen by anyone in the nearby houses. Turning her attention back to him, she slid her arms over his shoulders, her fingers running through the hair on the back of his head.
“So….”
“So….” Ryan repeated, placing a soft kiss on her temple before working his way lower until his lips softly grazed against the soft spot behind her ear. She giggled a little and he pulled back to look at her. “What?”
“You know how I get when you kiss me in that spot…” She whispered pressing her forehead against his and kissing his lips softly.
“I know. And that’s why I do it.” He took a step backwards and moved to drop to his knees, pulling her down with him. Dropping his head again, he moved his lips to that spot, teasing it gently with his tongue before sucking lightly and then soothingly kissing her.
He heard her breathe out his name, and leaned back further so that they went from where they were kneeling facing each other, to now laying flat on his back, the cool sand causing him to shiver as he pulled her down to lay on top of him. He felt her hips shift against his and he lowered his hands slowly from her neck down along her back and side until they were resting on her ass.
“We should have brought a blanket.” She whispered, again shifting her hips against him, being rewarded with his hardness against her. “I’m not really looking forward to sand in my ‘hooha.’
Ryan smirked at the terminology and shifted his hips against her this time as he moved his hands lower so that they slipped under her skirt. “Well then maybe you should have worn some panties.”
“They would jus get in the way and slow us down.” She raised an eyebrow suggestively at him, and slowly began to slide her body down his until she was kneeling between his legs, her hands finding their way to the button of his jeans. “Now the question is… did you remember to leave your boxers at home?”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan took her hand in his and guided it to pop open the button and lower the zipper. He watched her carefully waiting for her reaction when his dick sprung free from his jeans. When she quirked an eyebrow at him, he shrugged. “Laundry day?”
Taylor laughed lightly, running her fingertips along his hardened cock, enjoying his reaction as he sucked in a sharp breath of air, and lifted his hips to meet more of her hand. “Down boy…. We’ve got time.”
Glancing around him Ryan laughed. “I thought we got past these discover fantasies you have.” Pushing her hands aside, he stroked himself roughly several times before sitting up to grab her hips and lift her on top of him. He felt her settle against him, her moistness lubricating his dick as she shifted her hips forward and backwards. Scooping her bottom up with his hands, he positioned her over him and thrust up at the same time as he lowered her onto him. Her tightness squeezing him as he impaled her.
“Fuck…” He hissed as she rocked her hips forward again, taking more of him into her. She as so hot and wet that if he didn’t control her movements now, he was bound to have this encounter end prematurely. Gripping her hips tightly, he halted her movements and then rolled to the right, bringing her underneath him.
“No Ryan…” She whined, squirming around beneath him. “I don’t want sand up there. I need to be on top.”
“And what makes you think that I want sand in my ass?” He asked, lazily thrusting into her as she continued to squirm. Little did she know about the pleasure her movements were giving him.
“Please Ryan?” She gasped, feeling his thickness rubbing deep inside of her almost made her forget about the sand that was surely finding its way into her crevices. “Look… you can sit on that over there.”
He glanced to where she was pointing and shook his head. “I’m not sitting on a piece of dirty driftwood.” He continued his lazy movements, tugging her closer to him so that her ass was resting on his knees, and her hips were elevated. “Come on… tell me this doesn’t feel good.”
“It does Ryan… but I don’t want the sand in there mixing with your baby making juice… what if it prevents your little swimmers from finding their way to where they need to be?”
Ryan sighed loudly and pulled out of her wet cunt, missing the warmth and tightness instantly. “Fine. How do you want to do this?”
Taylor quickly picked herself up out of the sand, dusting her ass off ass he moved up a bit to where a piece of driftwood laid in the sand. “Here, sit on this and I’ll ride you the way you like it.”
Ryan eyed the piece of wood suspiciously, wonder what sort of evil disease he could contract from placing his ass on the wood, but one look at Taylor, with her skirt pushed up around her waist, and that wanton look on her face was enough to convince him that a bit of penicillin would be worth it. He shifted himself quickly over to the log and pushed his jeans the rest of the way down his ankles as she scampered behind him, divesting herself of her shirt as she went so that he was faced with just her perfect tits in a lacy bra and her naked cunt.
As she settled herself in front of him, he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers along her wetness, feeling her tremble at his touch before pushing 2 fingers inside of her. Her own hand went down to his where she slid a finger in along side of his, before pulling it out. He watched her with lustful eyes as she brought her finger up to his lips and he sucked it willingly into his mouth.
“God Taylor.” He mumbled before moving his hands from where they were sliding in and out of her so that he could swiftly push his dick into her pussy. He felt her muscles squeeze around him as she settled on top of him, his hands working with her hips to find a comfortable rhythm. As she bounced around on top of him, he kept one hand on her hip guiding her motions and slid the other one between them, where he rubbed her clit in small circles.
“Fuck Ryan.” She grunted, a spasm causing her movements to become rather erratic for a moment and she pushed against him.
“Shit” He hissed feeling a sharp pain on his ass cheek and he jerked hard into her. It didn’t take longer for her body to beginning clenching around his dick as she reached orgasm. As she spasmed around him, he felt himself fall over the edge and he pushed into her several more times before capturing her lips with his, as he swallowed her screams. He held her tightly until he felt her breathing level out and then he went to move her off of him. “You’ve gotta move.”
“No. I can’t. It’ll fall out.”
“Yeah well, I have bigger problems. This piece of wood you made me sit on just bit my ass.” Ryan again tried to lift her off of him, but she held on desperately.
“What? Huh? It doesn’t have teeth. You can’t move me. It’ll fall out. I need to lay down with my feet in the air.”
“Are you fucking nuts?” Ryan stood up, holding on to her tightly before bending carefully over to lay her on the ground and then he pulled out. “We’re on the beach Taylor. You can’t lay her with your feet in the air for the next 30 minutes. Someone will see us. Not to mention, my ass is fucking killing me.”
Taylor squeezed her legs tightly closed and tried to sit up. “Let me see your ass.”
“Not here. We need to go back to the house.” Ryan carefully pulled his pants up before leaning forward to pull Taylor to her feet.
“But I can’t move yet. It’ll all fall out and then I still won’t be pregnant. You go. I’ll stay here.”
“I’m not leaving you out here, half naked with your legs in the air. Get up, I’ll fuck you again later tonight if all of it “falls out” now.” Ryan pulled her to her feet and handed her shirt back to her. “Let’s go. My ass is killing me.”
Taylor stumbled along beside him, trying her best to hurry while keeping her legs as closed as possible, grumbling something about wasted baby making juice on the beach.
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Friday, 10:42 PM
“So Ryan has a splinter in his ass, from trying to impregnate you?”