Ryan’s POV

Ryan had received an angry voice message from his grandfather.

It had been a long-winded thing. But what it had boiled down to was the old men’s saying,

"Are you dead? You ungrateful grandchild of mine. How come I have not seen you in the news for so long?"

Not wanting to make his grandfather worry, Ryan’s plan for the night was to get super drunk and do something that would make him trend.

His grandfather might not appreciate it. But it would be his way of sending proof of life to the old man.

A simple phone call would also have done, but Ryan felt like that would be too much of a hassle. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

So poor drunk decision-making it was. As expected Mark was more than willing to go out with him that night.

His friend sighting the need to forget that his parents were cheating on their lovers with each other.

Now dressed for an evening out, with his hair styled in a way that he knew would make him look mysterious. Ryan sprayed on a bit of cologne, grabbed his phone and car keys, and was just about to leave when he got a text.

[Hey Ryan, are you free tonight?]

He really was not, but seeing that the text was from Vivian.

Ryan found himself telling her that he was, and with another message, he apologized to Mark, telling his friend to have a drink on him. He had not cancelled on his friend to spend time with a woman in years. But he decided not to over-think it as he waited for Vivian to arrive.

***

As expected the decision to cancel his outing with Mark had been a good one.

Now Ryan was in his bedroom with Vivian, the two of them devouring each other’s lips as they took off their clothes.

Ryan was already shirtless. His pants on the floor, with just his underwear on.

With his hands undoing the button at the back of Vivian’s dress, he made to pull the zip down when she suddenly stopped him, breaking their kiss and pulling away from him.

His breathing heavy as he ran his tongue over his swollen lips, Ryan looked over at her, his eyebrow raised, "You do realize that the whole purpose of this is for us to take off our clothes and get busy, right?"

Vivian nodded, then she began wringing her hands nervously.

After everything they had done together, why was she suddenly nervous?

"Are you alright? We do not have to do this if you don’t want to,"

She shook her head, "No, no, I want to, it’s just, promise me you won’t laugh,"

"Why would I make such a promise?" He asked.

And Vivian stared at him with a desperate look in her eyes, "Please, Ryan, just promise me you won’t laugh,"

Not really understanding why she wanted him to do that, but not wanting to waste any more time, Ryan told her what she wanted to hear.

"Vivian rose, I promise that, whatever is going on, I will not laugh,"

Giving a shallow nod, Vivian reached behind herself, and the sound of her zip lowering filled the quiet of the room. Shrugging the dress off her shoulders, she let it fall, revealing what lay beneath.

Ryan’s mouth went dry, his dick instantly standing to attention. Vivian was in a little black thing that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She readjusted her stance, and it billowed softly, making him very aware of the fact that she was not wearing any panties.

How she could make something so sinful look so innocent, Ryan had no idea, but Vivian was somehow pulling off the look.

Seeing her so shy in that see-through garment, left him torn between wanting to pound her through the bed, and wanting to bend her over and spank her.

’Use me,’ Her lingerie said, and that was exactly what Ryan intended on doing. Before he could move, Vivian acted. Reaching down, she picked up her discarded dress, and used it to cover herself, stealing Ryan’s view.

How dare she!

***

Holding her dress tight against herself, Vivian gave a humorless laugh. "I know this is ridiculous, right? I have no idea what I was thinking wearing this, so how about we reschedule, and do this some other time, I’ll just-" Before Vivian could say any more nonsense, Ryan was grabbing the dress out of her weak hold, and tossing it aside.

’There, much better,’ He thought as his eyes once again landed on her body.

"Vivian Rose, I have always been a proper gentleman when with you. But if you try to block my view again, I will not be held accountable for my actions,"

Eyes wide, Vivian looked at him, then her gaze shifted to his groin, and she let out a soft gasp at the sight of his erect member.

How could the woman be so silly that she was only now realizing what she was doing to him?

"Go over to the bed, turn around and bend over," Ryan commanded, his voice feeling like it was coming from far away. Like something else was piloting his body.

With a little jump, Vivian rushed to do as instructed, and when Ryan looked at her, he could not help but let out a mournful sound. As expected, in that position, her lingerie left nothing to the imagination.

Whatever silly thoughts Vivian had been having about looking ridiculous, Ryan was going to fuck them out of her.

***

"Ryan please!" Vivian begged, as he rammed into her, her body was a quivering mess. She had already come on his tongue, and then she had clamped down on his fingers as he’d scissored and orgasm out of her.

Now he was driving her crazy with just his dick alone, spearing her while his hands moved over the too soft fabric that was now bunched up around her torso.

He pounded into her so ferociously that she stopped moving, no longer able to push back against his thrusts. She just lay there and took it. Not even able to close her mouth, drool slipping down her cheeks.

When she came, her grip on him was so tight that Ryan fell apart too.

Finding strength that he’d had no idea he had, instead of falling on top of her, Ryan instead pulled out and scooted downwards. Fastening his mouth to her cunt, he licked her clean. Vivian whimpering softly as she worked, oversensitive but still running her hands through his hair and pressing him closer. Once her pussy was spotless he moved up her body and kissed her, making her taste herself.

When the kiss broke, Ryan lay down next to her, his hand settled in between her legs as he gently ran his fingers over her folds.

"What did I ever do to you, for you to punish me this way," Vivian asked, a disbelieving laugh escaping her. He almost would have bought the act.

But despite having just come, she was already rubbing herself against his fingers. Drawing her into yet another kiss, Ryan pulled back and gave her a sharp smile.

"You dare come to me dressed like that and then you ask such a silly question,"

Vivian reached for the hand between her legs and gently pulled his hand away.

Looking at Ryan, she widened her eyes innocently at him.

"If you are really intent on punishing me, then I must confess everything to you,"

What?

Biting at her bottom lip, she ran a finger tip over her bunched up lingerie. Releasing her lip, she whispered her next words like a dirty little secret, her voice soft.

"This outfit comes with bunny ears," She confessed, her eyes wide and innocent despite what she had just said.

Ryan got hard so fast, he was sure that if he had not already been laying down he would have fainted.

Was she trying to kill him?!

Taking his hand, Vivian began rubbing herself against his fingers again. This time she was smiling like the vixen she was.

"They are in my handbag in case you are curious, who knows what might happen if I put them on,"

Oh, oh, oh, this woman.