Summer Time - 22
Rating: No idea where this might end up so let's be safe. NC17
Beta: Thanks loracj I had a further tweak, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie (unfortunately)
Story: This all takes place a few years after the end of S4
A/N: Be gentle with me
22.
Summer spent the whole flight home wondering how to approach him, then worrying as to how it would play out. She kept running possible scenarios through her head. She was still having trouble just comprehending the fact that he liked her. According to Caitlyn, he really liked her.
There were so many mixed messages over the last few months. There were times when she thought he liked her, but then there were other times when he pulled back, so she convinced herself that he didn’t. There were even times when she was sure that he was still interested in Taylor.
But talking to Caitlyn had cinched it for her. Caitlyn confirmed that he did like her, and that he was only holding back all this time because of his sense of loyalty to the Cohen’s. If that was the case, and as Caitlyn said, he really had their blessing now, then she planned on taking them from zero to a hundred in the quickest time possible. But how was she to make that happen? They had so much to talk about and yet talking wasn’t what was uppermost in her mind. Just thinking about the possibilities had her blood racing and there was a tingling and wetness between her legs that she hadn’t felt in a long while. She was glad that the taxi had vinyl seats.
She glanced at her watch as she let herself in the building. It was 11:50 pm. She made it. Now they could celebrate the New Year together. She had tried for an earlier flight, but it wasn’t meant to be. At least she was finally here. Now she just had to keep her fingers crossed that he hadn’t changed his mind and gone out with friends. She so hoped he was there. She’d hate to think that her mad dash across the country had been all in vain.
She turned the key and opened the door into the apartment, her heart bursting with anticipation. But it was all in darkness. Her heart sank. He must have gone out after all. She wondered if she should try calling him; she could go meet him somewhere. They would miss New Year’s, but at least she’d be able to see him.
She moved dejectedly through the living room to her bedroom, only to find Ryan sound asleep in her bed. She smiled as she noticed that he was on her side of the bed and from the looks of the undisturbed blanket and sheets on the other side, he had started out there. She knew how much she’d enjoyed sleeping in his bed when he was away. It had somehow made her feel closer to him, and it looked like maybe he felt the same way.
She hesitated for a moment wondering whether she should let him sleep, but then decided that they’d wasted enough time already. She rationalized that since he was on her side of the bed, he’d have to learn to share. Quickly shedding her clothes, she slipped between the sheets and moved over towards him, but once she got close, she faltered. Now that she was this close, she hesitated trying to decide just how to wake him.
She glanced at the clock. Eleven fifty-five. Caity’s words rang in her ear; to spend New Year’s as she intended to spend her year. She had five minutes and she wanted to be a whole lot closer to him before midnight. She leaned over him and used her tongue to gently outline his lips, arousing herself with the slight contact. She pulled back as Ryan twitched, using his hand to swipe at his mouth.
She waited until he settled down and did it again, but this time used a little more pressure, taking her time she slowly worked her tongue between his lips into the warmth inside.
Ryan made a small moaning noise and then jumped, startled.
“What?”
“It’s just me,” Summer said. She moved in to kiss him again, but took it a step further as her tongue moved into the moist sweetness of his mouth. This time his tongue was awake and waiting and eager to join hers.
Ryan wondered for a minute if he was dreaming but if he was, then he didn’t want to wake up.
Summer realized that his eyes were closed, but he seemed eager to continue. He opened his mouth further as if to consume her. She was equally as urgent in her actions, moving her hand beneath his wife beater and pushing it high, obviously wanting it off.
Ryan finally shook off the remnants of his sleep, and realizing her intentions, quickly cooperated. He sat up and pulled the offending garment over his head and tossed it on the floor. Turning back to her, now completely awake, he saw her for the first time - totally naked and bathed in moonlight.
“Summer. I ....” he started, but stopped. He was totally captivated by her beauty. Words deserted him.
“I can’t believe that I’m saying this… to you of all people… but don’t say anything,” she whispered softly. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. We’ve waited long enough. Right now I just want this. I want YOU,” she said as clearly as she could.
She moved her hand to the waistband of his boxers, making her intentions obvious. He followed her lead and raised his hips off the bed to allow her to pull them down, any thought of slowing things down now completely forgotten. She fumbled a few times in her attempt to get his boxers past his already large erection. Now that he was being cooperative, she seemed to be all thumbs. Once they were disposed of, he pulled her toward him. She readily complied, moving to sit astride him, her hands running over his bare chest, his skin smooth and taut over the well defined muscles of his torso. She’d waited so long to touch him like this; she wanted to savor every moment.
Ryan had one hand on her butt, the other cupping a breast in his hand. He played with the pert bud between his thumb and forefinger as they kissed, tweaking the nipple to hardness, then dipped his head to take it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking on it until he heard the whimpers coming from deep in her throat. He moved his attention to the other breast while using his free hand to finger her folds. They were swollen and slick with her juices.
Summer glanced at the clock. 11:58.
“I want you inside me….right now,” she demanded breathlessly.
Ryan didn’t understand the rush, but he wasn’t about to say no. Still, he hesitated.
“Condom?” he asked.
“I’m on the pill and I got tested after Seth.”
“I got tested after Taylor,” he assured her.
That was all she needed to hear. She raised herself up and positioned herself over his hardness, gently lowering herself onto his plentiful girth. He filled her completely, and she marvelled at the sensation of finally having him inside her. She took it slowly, moving herself up and down, trying to adjust to his size. His presence inside her was hitting spots that she didn’t even know she had, and she knew that her climax would not be long in coming. It was better than she could ever have imagined; and she had imagined what it would be like - all the way from Newport.
Ryan couldn’t believe how quickly things were moving. He didn’t understand why or how it was happening, but he had wanted it so badly and for so long, he wasn’t going to question it. It WAS happening. He wasn’t dreaming. And the feel of her was better than anyone he’d ever been with. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he’d been with anyone - or maybe it was because he’d wanted her for so long - or maybe it was because not wearing a condom seemed to heighten his arousal. But he knew for sure that if she kept this up, he wouldn’t last for long. She was tight and hot and wet and every movement she made, he saw stars. This was Summer and he finally was where he had wanted to be; buried deep inside her.
Summer was lost; the sensations of riding him more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before. She felt the tremors starting deep inside her and knew that she was losing control.
Ryan was holding her hips, trying to guide her. He moved his hips in synch with hers, wanting to meet each downward thrust of hers with an upward one of his own, but he couldn’t go on for much longer. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and he knew that his release was imminent. He moved one hand to rub her sensitive bud, hoping that it might help her catch up with him and it was all she needed.
The fireworks began.
They both held onto one another as one final thrust sent them both to their ultimate release. They held one another as they trembled with the force of the aftershock. The fireworks outside were nothing compared to those inside the room.
Summer collapsed on top of Ryan, her head on his chest. They were both completely spent. The fireworks and commotion continued on the streets outside.
Minutes passed. There was no noise between them except their labored breathing as they both came back to earth.
Eventually, Summer managed to speak.
“Happy New Year.”
Ryan smiled and gently placed his hand on her head, holding her gently to him.
“Happy New Year to you too,” he replied.
She sighed.
“I think that I’m going to like this year.”
Ryan didn’t really want to talk. But he knew that she was looking for a response.
“And why’s that?” Ryan asked, even though he knew what she meant. He already agreed with her.
“Caitlyn said that I should spend New Year’s the way that I want to spend my year. I figure that means that I get to do this a lot.”
“Is that why you were in so much of a hurry?” Now Summer’s haste made sense to him.
“Uh huh. Any complaints?”
“None here. Feel free to wake me up like that anytime.”
“You might come to regret that statement.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You probably won’t get much sleep.”
“Well, if I lose a night or two every now and then for something like this, it’ll be totally worth it.”
“But what if it was every night?” Summer asked. “Would you be able to put up with me if I was here all the time? Or most of it?”
“What do you mean?” Ryan asked. What was she getting at?
“I’ve been offered a promotion. It would keep me here in the city most of the time. I asked them for time over the holidays to think about it.”
“Are you serious? Is that my present? That you’re staying? That would be the best present ever. But why did you even have to think about it?” Ryan asked incredulously. The thought of having Summer with him; here, like this, was more than he would have dared wish for.
“Because I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, and I didn’t trust myself around you … not if you wanted things to remain platonic,” Summer admitted shyly.
Ryan was surprised by her show of insecurity. So he decided she needed some reassurance. He’d never been good with words but maybe actions spoke louder. He rolled her over onto her back and rested himself in the cradle of her hips. His dick had reawakened and was nudging at her opening.
“See what you do to me? Does that feel platonic?”
“No. That feels wonderful,” Summer replied, guiding him back inside her.
Ryan took a moment to try to calm down.
“You know I can’t talk to you when you do that.”
“That’s okay. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.”
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Beta: Thanks loracj I had a further tweak, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie (unfortunately)
Story: This all takes place a few years after the end of S4
A/N: Be gentle with me
22.
Summer spent the whole flight home wondering how to approach him, then worrying as to how it would play out. She kept running possible scenarios through her head. She was still having trouble just comprehending the fact that he liked her. According to Caitlyn, he really liked her.
There were so many mixed messages over the last few months. There were times when she thought he liked her, but then there were other times when he pulled back, so she convinced herself that he didn’t. There were even times when she was sure that he was still interested in Taylor.
But talking to Caitlyn had cinched it for her. Caitlyn confirmed that he did like her, and that he was only holding back all this time because of his sense of loyalty to the Cohen’s. If that was the case, and as Caitlyn said, he really had their blessing now, then she planned on taking them from zero to a hundred in the quickest time possible. But how was she to make that happen? They had so much to talk about and yet talking wasn’t what was uppermost in her mind. Just thinking about the possibilities had her blood racing and there was a tingling and wetness between her legs that she hadn’t felt in a long while. She was glad that the taxi had vinyl seats.
She glanced at her watch as she let herself in the building. It was 11:50 pm. She made it. Now they could celebrate the New Year together. She had tried for an earlier flight, but it wasn’t meant to be. At least she was finally here. Now she just had to keep her fingers crossed that he hadn’t changed his mind and gone out with friends. She so hoped he was there. She’d hate to think that her mad dash across the country had been all in vain.
She turned the key and opened the door into the apartment, her heart bursting with anticipation. But it was all in darkness. Her heart sank. He must have gone out after all. She wondered if she should try calling him; she could go meet him somewhere. They would miss New Year’s, but at least she’d be able to see him.
She moved dejectedly through the living room to her bedroom, only to find Ryan sound asleep in her bed. She smiled as she noticed that he was on her side of the bed and from the looks of the undisturbed blanket and sheets on the other side, he had started out there. She knew how much she’d enjoyed sleeping in his bed when he was away. It had somehow made her feel closer to him, and it looked like maybe he felt the same way.
She hesitated for a moment wondering whether she should let him sleep, but then decided that they’d wasted enough time already. She rationalized that since he was on her side of the bed, he’d have to learn to share. Quickly shedding her clothes, she slipped between the sheets and moved over towards him, but once she got close, she faltered. Now that she was this close, she hesitated trying to decide just how to wake him.
She glanced at the clock. Eleven fifty-five. Caity’s words rang in her ear; to spend New Year’s as she intended to spend her year. She had five minutes and she wanted to be a whole lot closer to him before midnight. She leaned over him and used her tongue to gently outline his lips, arousing herself with the slight contact. She pulled back as Ryan twitched, using his hand to swipe at his mouth.
She waited until he settled down and did it again, but this time used a little more pressure, taking her time she slowly worked her tongue between his lips into the warmth inside.
Ryan made a small moaning noise and then jumped, startled.
“What?”
“It’s just me,” Summer said. She moved in to kiss him again, but took it a step further as her tongue moved into the moist sweetness of his mouth. This time his tongue was awake and waiting and eager to join hers.
Ryan wondered for a minute if he was dreaming but if he was, then he didn’t want to wake up.
Summer realized that his eyes were closed, but he seemed eager to continue. He opened his mouth further as if to consume her. She was equally as urgent in her actions, moving her hand beneath his wife beater and pushing it high, obviously wanting it off.
Ryan finally shook off the remnants of his sleep, and realizing her intentions, quickly cooperated. He sat up and pulled the offending garment over his head and tossed it on the floor. Turning back to her, now completely awake, he saw her for the first time - totally naked and bathed in moonlight.
“Summer. I ....” he started, but stopped. He was totally captivated by her beauty. Words deserted him.
“I can’t believe that I’m saying this… to you of all people… but don’t say anything,” she whispered softly. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. We’ve waited long enough. Right now I just want this. I want YOU,” she said as clearly as she could.
She moved her hand to the waistband of his boxers, making her intentions obvious. He followed her lead and raised his hips off the bed to allow her to pull them down, any thought of slowing things down now completely forgotten. She fumbled a few times in her attempt to get his boxers past his already large erection. Now that he was being cooperative, she seemed to be all thumbs. Once they were disposed of, he pulled her toward him. She readily complied, moving to sit astride him, her hands running over his bare chest, his skin smooth and taut over the well defined muscles of his torso. She’d waited so long to touch him like this; she wanted to savor every moment.
Ryan had one hand on her butt, the other cupping a breast in his hand. He played with the pert bud between his thumb and forefinger as they kissed, tweaking the nipple to hardness, then dipped his head to take it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking on it until he heard the whimpers coming from deep in her throat. He moved his attention to the other breast while using his free hand to finger her folds. They were swollen and slick with her juices.
Summer glanced at the clock. 11:58.
“I want you inside me….right now,” she demanded breathlessly.
Ryan didn’t understand the rush, but he wasn’t about to say no. Still, he hesitated.
“Condom?” he asked.
“I’m on the pill and I got tested after Seth.”
“I got tested after Taylor,” he assured her.
That was all she needed to hear. She raised herself up and positioned herself over his hardness, gently lowering herself onto his plentiful girth. He filled her completely, and she marvelled at the sensation of finally having him inside her. She took it slowly, moving herself up and down, trying to adjust to his size. His presence inside her was hitting spots that she didn’t even know she had, and she knew that her climax would not be long in coming. It was better than she could ever have imagined; and she had imagined what it would be like - all the way from Newport.
Ryan couldn’t believe how quickly things were moving. He didn’t understand why or how it was happening, but he had wanted it so badly and for so long, he wasn’t going to question it. It WAS happening. He wasn’t dreaming. And the feel of her was better than anyone he’d ever been with. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he’d been with anyone - or maybe it was because he’d wanted her for so long - or maybe it was because not wearing a condom seemed to heighten his arousal. But he knew for sure that if she kept this up, he wouldn’t last for long. She was tight and hot and wet and every movement she made, he saw stars. This was Summer and he finally was where he had wanted to be; buried deep inside her.
Summer was lost; the sensations of riding him more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before. She felt the tremors starting deep inside her and knew that she was losing control.
Ryan was holding her hips, trying to guide her. He moved his hips in synch with hers, wanting to meet each downward thrust of hers with an upward one of his own, but he couldn’t go on for much longer. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and he knew that his release was imminent. He moved one hand to rub her sensitive bud, hoping that it might help her catch up with him and it was all she needed.
The fireworks began.
They both held onto one another as one final thrust sent them both to their ultimate release. They held one another as they trembled with the force of the aftershock. The fireworks outside were nothing compared to those inside the room.
Summer collapsed on top of Ryan, her head on his chest. They were both completely spent. The fireworks and commotion continued on the streets outside.
Minutes passed. There was no noise between them except their labored breathing as they both came back to earth.
Eventually, Summer managed to speak.
“Happy New Year.”
Ryan smiled and gently placed his hand on her head, holding her gently to him.
“Happy New Year to you too,” he replied.
She sighed.
“I think that I’m going to like this year.”
Ryan didn’t really want to talk. But he knew that she was looking for a response.
“And why’s that?” Ryan asked, even though he knew what she meant. He already agreed with her.
“Caitlyn said that I should spend New Year’s the way that I want to spend my year. I figure that means that I get to do this a lot.”
“Is that why you were in so much of a hurry?” Now Summer’s haste made sense to him.
“Uh huh. Any complaints?”
“None here. Feel free to wake me up like that anytime.”
“You might come to regret that statement.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You probably won’t get much sleep.”
“Well, if I lose a night or two every now and then for something like this, it’ll be totally worth it.”
“But what if it was every night?” Summer asked. “Would you be able to put up with me if I was here all the time? Or most of it?”
“What do you mean?” Ryan asked. What was she getting at?
“I’ve been offered a promotion. It would keep me here in the city most of the time. I asked them for time over the holidays to think about it.”
“Are you serious? Is that my present? That you’re staying? That would be the best present ever. But why did you even have to think about it?” Ryan asked incredulously. The thought of having Summer with him; here, like this, was more than he would have dared wish for.
“Because I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, and I didn’t trust myself around you … not if you wanted things to remain platonic,” Summer admitted shyly.
Ryan was surprised by her show of insecurity. So he decided she needed some reassurance. He’d never been good with words but maybe actions spoke louder. He rolled her over onto her back and rested himself in the cradle of her hips. His dick had reawakened and was nudging at her opening.
“See what you do to me? Does that feel platonic?”
“No. That feels wonderful,” Summer replied, guiding him back inside her.
Ryan took a moment to try to calm down.
“You know I can’t talk to you when you do that.”
“That’s okay. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.”
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