Page 74 of Finance Bros
“Is she experimenting too?”
“Fuck if I know. And please don’t use the word experimenting again. That’s not what this is.”
“Exploring, whatever?—”
“Maybe don’t try to define it unless you’re a hundred percent sure. Then you can tell me all about myself.”
Half his mouth tilts up in a smile. “Yeah, all right. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
I stare at him a long moment, hoping forsomething.
He threads his fingers through the hair on the back of my head and draws closer, pressing his mouth gently to mine in the briefest, softest kiss. My eyelids flutter shut, but just when I think he might do it again, he’s resting back on the pillow. “You don’t have to stop,” I say.
“Let’s pace ourselves.”
Yeah, no. Fuck that. “I can pace you,” I say. “I can make you go super slow.”
His eyes sparkle, the light from my lamp catching his irises just right. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I descend on his silent mouth, giving him a kiss that’s slowand tender and deliberate. I keep my eyes open and watch his fail to close. I smile against his mouth. “Trust me,” I tell him.
“It’s not you.”
I don’t believe that. “Sure it’s not…” I kiss him again, longer and taking slightly more lip between mine. His eyes finally close, and I shut mine, too, focusing on the velvety feel of his mouth and desperately wanting in. With my hand still on his chest, I feel his breath catch, and that makes mine do the same thing.
We sink deeper into the kiss, his fingers mapping my face, feeling my cheekbone and jawline, the corner of my eye, my brow. Our legs, still interlocked, move, and our hips align. I wish we could lose the pants. I want to feel him everywhere. I’ve never craved the feel of someone’s skin as much as I crave Ryan’s tonight. Pacing myself is fucking hard. But I’m not pacing myself—I’m pacing him.
I lick lightly into his mouth before sucking his lower lip. He lets out a soft moan. I grind my erection into his hip and carefully nudge his with my knee, reminding him that I’m here to grind against, should he decide he needs it, too. He grips my side and then lets go to rest his hand there. I want to press it down again, make him touch me harder, but he’s treating me like I’m glass.
I know what I need to do, but last night when I thought about it, I hesitated. I talked myself out of it, and then I had my freakout. But today, after telling him as much as I told him, which, I admit wasn’t much, but it’s more than I’ve ever told anyone, I must have broken through whatever was holding me back, because it would take a bulldozer to stop me now.
I put my hands over the placket of his jeans and thumb the button. “Please?” I ask as I kiss his chin.
His hand covers mine.
“Please, Ry.”
He lifts his hand, and I unbutton his jeans, then unzip them.He lets out a shaky breath as I kiss my way down his throat and use my leg to make room for my body to rest between his thighs.
He’s got his hand in my hair, not letting go. He’s not forcing anything—just hanging onto me. “Take it out?” I ask.
“Mal…”
“Please.”
“You don’t have to,” he says.
The fuck I don’t. There’s so much strain in his voice, it’s like he’s trying to lift up a car. Besides, we’re not just gonna kiss and hug for the rest of the night. I took two showers, and he looks like a goddamn wet dream. “I really want to,” I tell him in case he needs me to spell it out.
“Are you sure?”
I must look sure enough because he reaches into his maroon underwear and pulls out his cock. This is my first time seeing it. The jeans last night hid a lot from my hand. Alot.
TikTok isn’t the right place for him. Hebelongson Only Fans. He’d make thousands of dollars showing this beautiful thing off. It’s seriously an exquisite dick. I’m immediately jealous. Mine’s fine—it’s whatever. It’s not embarrassing or anything, and requires the occasional position adjustment during sex, but his? Fuck. I’ve seen dildos less perfect. As I’m staring at it, a drop of precum forms at the tip.That’s mine.He made that forme.
I take it with the flat of my tongue and taste, and oh Jesus,oh fuckyeah, I like that, too. I like all of this. This is good. It’sright. I mouth the crown of his cock, kissing it and getting it wet.
“Oh, God,” he groans, sounding only halfway okay with the fact that this is happening. His free hand floats nearby my head, like he might steal his dick back any second. I take more into my mouth before he can change his mind, letting him slide down the length of my tongue and settle just before I have to open my throat. He lets go of my hair, and I glance up at him.
