It started out so innocent, she thought as her cherry lips moved smoothly over his. One kiss, maybe just a flicker of curiosity, just to see if there was a spark of anything that could have been more. And at the pace things were going, and the feeling of his hand creeping slowly up her shirt, gentle fingers running across her skin, their spark had emitted into a dangerous flame, combusted without a warning.

She moaned as his hands travelled further under her shirt, stopping at her breasts, where his fingers flickered softly across her skin. A small whimper escaped her mouth from where his were still pressed to hers. "Don't stop…" she murmured almost inaudible words down into his mouth, meshing in with his tongue as he continued to massage her breasts through her bra.

Her hands moved, swift and fast as she tugged at the bottom of his wifebeater, finally pulling it up and over his head. "Summer…" he said slowly as she threw the shirt to the side of the bed. He may have been about to object, but Summer didn't want to find out. She pulled his head back into hers, capturing his open mouth in another passionate kiss, his words lost as their tongues curled together.

"Don't say anything," she whispered as their lips broke apart. "Go with it,"

He stared at her for a minute, his shockingly blue irises piercing through her. Her skin flushed at the force of his intense stare, but she maintained the contact, keeping his blue eyes fixed with her mocha coloured ones.

Finally, he gave in, bent his head back down to her level and pressed his lips against hers. She moaned in approval, as he rested his weight upon his arms, raising his torso from hers but keeping his mouth pressed to hers, pressing his crotch harder against hers. She moved her own body in accordance with hers, wrapping her arms around the back on his neck without parting their lips, grinding her groin against his. With great satisfaction, she felt him finally relax, uttering a low moan into her mouth as she grinded harder against him, and his body react positively as she felt his harden against her.

"Oh my God…" she murmured. He moved his lips from her mouth and transplanted them onto her neck, trailing hard, passionate kisses against her skin. With one hand, he fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, finally succeeding to strip the flimsy cotton shirt from her chest, leaving her in only her black lace bra. As his lips moved to her collarbone, she moved her hands down his chest, her heart beating fast as the muscles of his body rippled beneath her fingers. Her hands moved down further, to the crotch of his jeans, where she started rubbing his erection. As she did, her heart beat even faster. Good God…he was so much…BIGGER. Bigger then Cohen. She had always thought that, had she got a chance to see it, Ryan's dick would have been big, but even this shocked her.

Summer felt Ryan's lips open against the nude skin of her chest in a moan, his warm breath spilling onto her. She wanted to please him, she wanted to make him moan like that, so she rubbed harder. His hands moved under her back, fiddling with her bra strap, becoming frustrated, as it wouldn't seem to unclip. She laughed softly at his frustration, at the fact that she held and aura over him that would make him frustrated. She sat up; pushing him off her slightly and unclipping the bra herself, letting him slide the straps gently off her shoulders.

She smiled at his expression, his wordless, amazed face. He pushed her back down onto the bed, running his hands across her breasts, rubbing the tender flesh softly. She gasped as he tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, before taking them in his mouth, biting gently. She let out a louder gasp, her hands quickly moving down to his pants, un-looping the leather belt. She let it fall to the ground, the metallic clank filling both of their ears as it hit the tiled floor. Her hands then moved to his zipper, sliding it down with ease and helping him pull the jeans off his legs. Clad in only his boxers now, he moved his lips from her breasts, down her chest, leaving a slobbery circle with his tongue around her naval. He moved to the buttons of her jeans, undoing the buttons with his teeth and leaving the zipper to his hands. He pulled the hip hugging jeans slowly down her thighs, running his hands along her smooth legs as he went. When he returned back up, he stayed at level with her crotch.

She could feel his warm breath spilling onto her, and she shuddered inwardly, the slightest slither of his breath on her sending her groin throbbing, tremors of sexual desire that she had never felt, not ever with Cohen. Nothing close to what Ryan was sending through her right now.

It caught her off guard as his tongue moved into her, and she gasped loudly. "Ryan, what are you…ahhh…" she cut herself off with her own moan that escaped her mouth. "Holy…" she murmured, before breaking into another moan. Cohen had never done this to her before. He'd wanted to, she knew he did, he had begged her to let him, but she always said no, she was fine with just the sex.

At that very moment, as Ryan's tongue swirled around inside her, she was so glad she hadn't given this part of herself up to Cohen. She had been saving this for someone special, and Ryan must have been that someone.

"Ryan, my…mMmm…God…Ahhh…" Her words were incoherent, her murmurings cut of by sudden moans as Ryan hit her G-spot. He knew how to pleasure her, so much better then Cohen. To Cohen, she wasn't a woman, she was a sex toy. He would give her the same thing every time, nothing new, nothing exciting. She was an object, not a woman with desires. Ryan understood her desires.

He removed her mouth from her before inserting his fingers. That caused a sharp intake of breath on Summer's part. Ryan listened carefully to her breathing; her slow, jagged edged breaths as he pumped his fingers slowly, and the higher, sharper squeal as he pumped faster, rubbing his fingers against the special spot that made her cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Summer finally.

"Are you okay?" asked Ryan, still moving his fingers in her.

"Yes, yes…fuck, Ryan, I want you in me now." She said, her words spaced out and slow, in between the moans.

He smiled at her plead. Removing his fingers from her, he moved his head back up to hers, pressing their lips together. She moaned. She was ready for him now. She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted him to rub against her walls, she just plain wanted him. "Ryan…" she moaned softly.

As their lips pressed together, her cherry tasting lips gloss smeared over his mouth, her velvet covered tongue running over his, he suddenly became aware that it was his name she had moaned. She said Ryan. She moaned Ryan, she moaned his name while he lay on top of her, their lips together, naked, and she wasn't Marissa. He had moaned her name, but her name was Summer. He had gone down on Summer, but he wasn't Seth.

This was wrong.

This was wrong, and he knew it.

He knew this girl, the one who kissed him with such passion was his best friends girl. And Seth wasn't just his best friend…Seth was his brother.

Right about then, as that thought ran through his head, would have been a good time to pull away, to apologise to Summer, say it was all a mistake. To put his clothes back on, walk away and then talk to Seth as if it had never happened, and hopefully Summer would do the same.

But there was something that kept him there. Something that kept his mouth against Summer's.

He didn't know what it was exactly, but it might have been something to do with how different she was. How she compared to all the other girls he had ever slept with. She was inexperienced, she had only ever appeared naked in front of one other man, and she was reluctant of her nudity in front of Ryan now, he could feel it as his tongue moved in her.

Or it might have just had something to do with the fact that her lips tasted like Cherry, and Ryan has never tasted Cherry Lips before.

He rubbed his dick lightly over her crotch, no penetration. He could feel it throbbing, feel the wetness, and he could feel how bad she wanted him.

"Mmmmmm…." She moaned loudly. He was teasing her.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked huskily, his mouth next to her ear.

"Wait…" she whispered. "Do you have a condom?"

He nodded, reaching over to the night table and pulling out a box. Full, she noticed. It would appear that Marissa hadn't been giving Ryan quite what he deserved, or wanted...Of course, she was sure DJ brought his own condoms. Or maybe they didn't use any. She almost giggled at the thought. Oh, wouldn't she love Marissa to get a STI from the Yard Boy. That would just be classic. Or even better if she ended up giving birth to a half Mexican baby.

He applied the latex condom and put himself back into position on top of her. "Okay, ready?" he asked softly.

She liked that he asked. She liked that he respected her enough. Cohen never asked. Cohen just plunged in. Literally.

She nodded, pulling his head back down to meet her lips.

He positioned his weight on top of her, lowering himself down as he entered her slowly. Summer gasped loudly as he first slid into her, easily because of her wetness. The feel of him inside her…his size…

He began moving inside her, slowly at first. She gasped for air, finally regaining her breath. She started to move with him, feeling out of pace and slow. He felt her hesitation, and he slowed down until she could catch up. She kept their lips together the entire time.

As she came up to pace with him, he started to move faster, thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around her torso, and as he thrust, she pushed him further, so that he filled the entirety of her. She moaned loudly. He changed pace, moving slowly. Her moans faded and turned into soft murmurings.

"Ryan…Oh my God…Ryan, Ryan…Keep going…Ryan…Faster…" she would murmur into his mouth, her wet lips still moving with his, just like her sweaty body still moved with his. As he followed her instructions and moved faster, her murmurings broke into louder moans, sometimes maybe mixed with cries and begs of, "Don't stop," and "Faster, just like that…" He would keep this up, move at a slow swiftness, waiting for her moans to die down to small murmurs, and then suddenly changing gears, thrusting at a faster velocity while her moans exploded, and her legs wrapped around his lower body pulled him in further to her.

She flipped him around, so that she was on top. He lay beneath her, she was in control. She rode his erection at a steady pace while he continued thrusting, his hands holding her hips steady as she moved on top. Her breasts swayed at the movement, and his hands edged up her waist and her chest, shivering of electricity flying down her skin at his touch. His hands made their way up to her breasts, fondling them gently as she continued to ride him.

"Oh God, Ryan, I'm close," she moaned softly.

"Me too, me too," he said.

"Wait for me, Ryan, wait for me," she begged. "I'm almost there…"

"I'll wait for you," he promised, his voice deep and low and he continued to plunge in her. "Tell me…Tell me when you're there,"

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her dark, raven coloured hair swaying behind her, a curtain of dark locks on her nude back. She groaned loudly, her mouth remaining wide open as she sucked in a large breath of air into her quivering lungs.

"Ryan, I'm almost there…" she murmured, her head still hanging back and her eyes still close.

"Me too…"

"Fuck!"

She leant down, pressing their sweaty chests together and kissing his mouth hard. Their mouths broke apart, and she tilted her head back in an explosive moan, as they both came together, their bodies shuddering together in the best orgasm that either of them had ever had.

"God, I'm exhausted," she laughed softly as she lay beside him afterwards.

"Fuck, me too." He said, his post-sex voice husky, but so much more endearing, so much sexier then Cohen's raspy voice ever was. That voice that emerged from Ryan's mouth made Summer just want to fuck him all over again.

"Ryan, you're really amazing," she whispered. She could feel her eyes fluttering closed, her eyelashes brushing against her flushed skin. He really had worn her out.

"Yeah, so are you," he said. He brushed a few tendrils of dark hair away from her closing eyes. "And you really do have cherry lips."