Needing more, I grappled with getting his pants off, our mouths still fused, desperately wanting to feel the total weight of him and the full effect of his naked body.
And fuck, taste him.
With a gasp, I broke the kiss. “Pants off.”
There was no time to laugh at how quickly Ryan sprang into action. Before I’d even tugged my socks off, he was naked and swiping my jeans off me, boxers coming down at the same time.
Gloriously naked before me, Ryan was on his knees, his gaze roaming every inch of my body. A flash of color just visible at the top of his shoulder snagged my attention. But before I could ask if it was a tattoo and how I didn’t know about it, I shivered under his scrutiny, watching emotion flicker over his face.
Whatever he was thinking, I wanted it all.
When he zeroed in on my aching dick, it twitched against my stomach. My cock was needy and wanted all the damn attention. Ryan licked his lips and scooted down, settling between my knees.
“No fucking chance,” I said with a roughness I’d never heard before.
Startled, Ryan paused, his hands on my thighs, eyes wide as they connected with mine. “No?”
“No fucking chance unless your cock’s in my mouth.”
A hot-as-hell groan spilled from him before he pounced on me, his mouth once more connecting with mine. I smiled into the kiss, loving his reaction, lapping up this affection, his own need and desperation.
“Cock,” I mumbled as soon as I could get air. “Mouth.”
In the light, his brown irises seemed to bleed black. His blown eyes searched mine for the barest of seconds before he nodded, his smirk reforming.
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Surprise joined with my lust. “Fuck, just give it to me.” I was practically moving him around before I finished speaking. He chuckled as he spun on top of me, and as soon as I had access, I grabbed on to his cheek with one hand, his cock with my other, and I glided him into my mouth. I wanted to fucking growl at how abruptly his chuckle cut off.
There was no preamble. No licks, no kisses, no soft caresses. I sucked Ryan hard and fast. His garbled grunt, his loud “Fuck me” spurring me on.
I moved both hands to his hips, directing his thrusts, encouraging his movements. He felt so good, tasted so incredible, and he filled my mouth just so.
And then my world imploded as wet heat engulfed my erection.
For a second, I forgot my own name, let alone what I was doing, as Ryan sucked me down with one long pull. I attempted a groan, which was pretty damn impossible with a mouthful. The sound or perhaps the vibrations made him jerk and dragged my focus away from how Ryan’s mouth on me became the center of my universe.
The need for him to come spurred me on. The desire to taste him, feel him spill in my mouth, drove me to suck harder. Meanwhile, my hips bucked, and I trusted Ryan to control just how far he could take me. There wasn’t a chance I could do more than jerk my hips, suck his dick, and hold on to his hips with a bruising grip.
I hung on by a thread, and from Ryan’s shaking thighs and the tightening of his balls that periodically slapped against my face, he was just as close.
Wanting his load and needing to explode, I shifted my index finger to between his cheeks. Ryan tensed, shook, and garbled around me as he released, my own cock pulsed, my toes curling, my whole body shuddering. I barely had the presence of mind to hold on and keep swallowing.
Ryan stilled, his body no longer jerking. I pulled off him with a pop, taking a big gasping breath. A similar pop followed, and I groaned when he released me.
“Get your arse off me and get up here,” I panted. As much as I loved Ryan’s weight, he was a heavy fucker with all that muscle. And as much as I liked the idea of his dick in my face, I wanted his mouth on mine. But more than that, I needed to see his eyes.
With an exaggerated sigh, he shifted, the light through the uncovered doors spilling across his face as he did so. Eyes glazed, he looked debauched—a combination of blissed-out, happy, and exhausted. Together, we scooted up to the mattress properly, heads going to the fluffy pillows while tugging up the soft cotton sheet over our naked forms. When he reached for me, my pulse plateaued into a wonderful, easy, and gentle hum.
He wasn’t shying away from my touch. Wasn’t shying away from me.
My smile was instant, as was me cupping his slightly bristly cheek. “Hey,” I offered lamely.
“Hey back.” He shuffled closer, our legs brushing, the heat from Ryan’s body pressing against me.
Even though his blissed-out look reassured me, I asked, “You good?” It would have been great to navigate what had just happened with effortless ease. That was impossible.
He searched my expression before saying, “No take backs.”
