We remained silent as we pulled into the garage and still didn’t speak as we entered the house. With still so much left unsaid, it felt like it was up to me to be sensible and talk this out.
I followed Ryan into the kitchen, my focus on his backside despite telling myself to be a grown-up, but then he turned when he reached the counter. Wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Ryan stared at me, his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown.
And hell if he didn’t look every bit gorgeous and needy.
My feet had a mind of their own as they led me straight to him. I didn’t even blink once before I was in his space. Somehow, I kept my hands to myself. I just needed to know one thing. I had to be sure. If not, I’d be darting to the shower quick smart.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before asking, “Do you want this?”
He searched my gaze, his voice quiet when he said, “I want you.”
The words registered and found their mark. My mouth connected with his in the next instant. We stumbled a little with the force, his butt hitting the kitchen counter. We didn’t pull apart, our lips bruising and perfect in intensity. I groaned into his mouth, my synapses misfiring as his tongue brushed against mine.
Our mouths molded together, and I leaned further into him, chasing closeness, chasing his heat and everything he had to offer.
When his hands moved to my backside, I almost came undone, savoring the rub, the pressure on my dick. He gripped tighter when I moaned, the sound needy, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. He could have every single one of my breathy groans.
A thrill of relief hit me when he tugged me hard against him, and a grin spilled across my mouth when his moan rivaled my own.
He angled his head back, eyes raking over me and a smile quickly forming. “What?”
I shook my head and leaned in, catching his bottom lip between my teeth. I nibbled gently, following up with a soft kiss. This whole time, my cock all but screamed at me to hurry up. But I could not get enough of Ryan’s sweetness. There wasn’t a chance I was rushing this. Not with him.
I eased away after dropping kisses on Ryan’s mouth. This time, my movement earned me a disgruntled sigh. “You keep stopping.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. How could I when Ryan was so perfectly beautiful and my mind kept replaying his three sweet-as-hell words of wanting me?
“I want to suck you off.”
From the startled look on Ryan’s face, he hadn’t expected those words.
I chuckled. “That okay?”
He launched himself at me, his arms wrapping around my waist, all strength and muscle. I barely kept my balance as he walked me backward, his mouth alternating between devouring mine and traveling across my cheek and along my neck. More than okay with him leading the way, I did my best to not fall and spiral out of control.
But hell if it wasn’t difficult.
Ryan’s kisses were hungry and desperate, each pass of his lips and swipe of his tongue snatching my ability to think.
“Thank fuck,” I finally muttered when my legs hit the end of his mattress. We went down in a tangle of arms and legs, our mouths connected, our breaths nothing but needy gasps. When Ryan pulled out of this kiss, his heavy, hard body still fused to mine, I chased his mouth. After one more brush of his lips, he paused. I dropped my head back to the mattress, too far down to hit the pillow.
Desire and heat flashed in his eyes when they captured mine. The corner of his mouth lifted. I smiled and raised my hand to his cheek. The way he leaned into my touch eased the pounding in my heart. The beats calmed even as wings took flight in my stomach.
Certainty shone in his gaze, and everything about this moment settled every fear and doubt I had about the two of us reaching this point. The reality existing outside this room was trapped in a concern for another time.
With his whole focus on me, he shifted, trailing warm fingers down my body, up my shirt, touching my skin, and making me hum with pleasure. A lick of delicious heat traced each kiss he dotted on my stomach and then my chest when he encouraged me to take off my shirt.
My groan was unrestricted and loud in the quiet room as he lapped at my nipple while he got to work on my zipper. In the moonlit room with the additional patio lighting filtering through the external doors, I had the perfect view of Ryan. A determined focus cast on his features.
“Fuck, you can multitask. You know how hot that is?” I said with a soft chuckle, followed quickly by a groan as he finally gripped my dick.
He smirked around my nipple and gently squeezed my bare cock, then angled up to peer down at me. Amusement and heat played out on his features, and I smiled up at him, sure my grin was sappy. For years I’d dreamed of the chance to have his heated gaze on me. Now it was happening while the dimple on his left cheek popped with his smirk.
The wait, the absence, it all seemed worth it.
“I think I’ve enough proof that when it comes to balls, I can multitask with the best of them.”
I snorted a laugh, which he quickly captured in his mouth. All amusement left me as he jerked me off with soft strokes in time with his tongue plundering my mouth.
