The sound of skin slapping, my moans and his deep grunts, it echoed off the tiled walls of the men’s room, and I didn’t care who heard. I was close, too close, and I couldn’t hold it in.
“Ryan-I’m gonna-I can’t-oh my God-“
“Cum for me, baby,” he growled “Cum all over my cock.”
I screamed into his mouth as I came, everything clenching around him, my entire body shaking as the orgasm ripped through me. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, fucking me through it, sending me spiraling again.
“Again,” he whispered “Give me another one””F-Fuck-Ryan-I-I can’t-I already came-
“You can, Anna,” he growled. “I know your body. I know what you need.”
“Shit-ahhh-Ryan-!”
Another orgasm hit me before I could stop it, and I sobbed into his shoulder, my body jerking with every thrust.
When I felt him throb inside me, I knew he was close. “Fuck-I’m gonna come-“
“Rull out, Ryan, I’m not on birth control yet,” I whispered quickly, still trembling.
He groaned but obeyed, pulling out fast with a curse, his cock twitching.
I slid to my knees before he could even say anything, taking him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his cock as he came with a loud, guttural moan.
“Fuuuck, Anna-God-yes-fuck-‘
I swallowed every drop, keeping eye contact with him the whole time, licking him clean like I was addicted.
And then, to my surprise, he lifted me again, but this time higher, way higher, until I was pinned to the wall, but my legs were now on his shoulders, and my pussy was right on his face.
“Ryan-what-“
“Shhh,” he murmured. “Let me clean you up.”
And then his tongue was on me.
“Oh fuck-fuck-“I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, pulling tight as he licked me like he couldn’t get enough, like he was trying to make me come again just from that.
His mouth was messy, desperate, licking and sucking everything, and his groans vibrated against my core.
“R-Ryan-fuck-oh my God-don’t stop-don’t stop-“
He didn’t stop. He kept going until my legs were shaking and I was grinding into his face, not even knowing what I was saying anymore.
“Please-please-please-“I was babbling.
“Cum on my tongue, baby,” he mumbled, voice muffled.
I did. Loudly Violently. My thighs clamped around his head and I screamed his name as I came undone completely, one hand slamming against the wall to keep balance.
When he pulled back, his lips and chin were wet and his eyes looked high, like he was drunk off me.
He kissed my thigh, my stomach, my lips.
Then he said, breathless, “I love you, Anna.”
“I love you too, Ryan.”
I quickly grabbed some tissue papers and cleaned myself up, making sure I was thorough because I didn’t want to walk out looking like a mess, then handed some to Ryan who also cleaned himself quietly. I slipped my panties back on, adjusted my clothes nervously, and tried to act like everything was normal even though my heart was still racing like crazy.
Ryan was already dressed, calm as if nothing had just happened, while I was still trying to catch my breath when suddenly a loud knock was thrown on the restroom door. My whole body stiffened and I whispered harshly, “Ryan-“
He smirked, not bothered at all, pulled me close for one last quick kiss, and then walked to open the door. A group of guys walked in, their eyes scanning both of us with knowing looks. One of them muttered under his breath, “Prince Ryan…” and they all bowed slightly as if it was the natural thing to do.
My face flushed with embarrassment, but Ryan didn’t even look bothered. He slipped his arm around my waist and simply said, “Excuse us,” before leading me out of the restroom. My mind was spinning because I knew exactly what everyone must be thinking.
The moment we stepped back into the hall, the sound of the host’s voice echoed through the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, our distinguished alumnus, an inspiration to the students of this university, Ryan Wolfe!”
The applause that followed was deafening. I froze as Ryan’s hand slipped from my waist, my chest tightening as I watched him confidently stride toward the stage. He turned back briefly, winked at me, and muttered under his breath, “Don’t miss me too much.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips.
On stage, Ryan took the mic and gave a polite nod. “Good evening.”
The students chorused back, “Good evening!”
Ryan gave a faint smile and said, “It feels good to be back here. Honestly, it feels strange being on this side now because not long ago, I was sitting exactly where you are now, worried about assignments, exams, and the future.”
The hall filled with laughter and a few murmurs of agreement.
“But let me tell you something,” Ryan continued, his voice stronger, “worrying won’t get you anywhere. Focus will. Discipline will. You can have every dream in the world, but without consistency and hard work, they’ll just stay as dreams.”
Students were nodding, whispering to each other, clearly paying attention. His eyes flicked across the room, and for a brief second, they landed on me. My chest tightened, and I quickly looked away.
“Your years here are your foundation,” he said firmly. “If you waste them, you’ll regret it later. If you give your best now, you’ll thank yourself later. My advice is simple don’t let distractions ruin you. Stay focused, study harder, and don’t let anyone convince you that you can’t achieve greatness.”
The hall roared with applause, fresher students even shouting things like, “Yes sir!” and “Thank you, Ryan!”
Ryan chuckled softly, nodded, and handed the mic back before stepping off the stage.
When he came back, his arm immediately wrapped around my waist again. He didn’t need to say a word because his hand on me spoke volumes. He was claiming me in front of everyone.
Freshers started crowding around him, mostly girls. One asked eagerly, “Sir, how did you balance your time back then?” another leaned forward, “Sir, what kept you motivated?”
RYAN’S POV
We reached the house and honestly, I hadn’t felt this whole in such a long time, as if everything in my life was falling into place without me even trying. Anna was with me, actually staying over, we weren’t fighting, we weren’t pushing each other away for once, and she was carrying my mark on her neck, reminding me with every glance that she was mine. I held her waist as we walked down the hallway because I didn’t want to let her go, not even for a second, but then she stopped and started walking toward her room, and I frowned.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still holding her hand.
She looked back at me like I was the crazy one. “Going to my room, obviously.”
I chuckled because I thought she was joking, but when she kept walking, I shook my head. “You mean my room, right?”
She raised a brow. “Ryan, I just want to take a bath and change into something comfortable. I’ll come join you on your bed after.”
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