Immediately I reassured him. “Just listening.” I held back the direction of my own thoughts.
“Was I waffling on?” A sheepish look crossed his face.
I smirked. “Nah. You’re excited, and I’m glad. You deserve this move.”
Pink spots appeared on the apples of his cheeks. “I do, huh?” The drop in his tone caught my attention, and I quirked my brow.
“You cruising for compliments, Broadwater? Thousands of fans chanting your name not enough for you?” My words were light and flirty.
A flash of heat flared in his eyes before he leaned into me. “There’s only one person I ever need to hear chanting my name.”
The fluttering of wings returned full force in my abdomen, soon beating frantically, swooping high and hitting my rib cage. “You want me at your games cheering the loudest?” I could barely hear, let alone breathe, as I waited for his answer. While I was flirting and playing along, it didn’t stop my need to know.
“Every single fucking game.” The force and possession of his words and his tone took me by surprise. I’d barely grabbed a breath before his mouth slammed down on mine. Then everything was fast and frantic as we tore our clothes off, and Ryan all but dragged me to my bedroom.
My shoulder whacked the wall and the door with enough force I was sure to bruise. I didn’t care about any of it. My whole focus was on the man whose lips were perfect against mine. On the man whose tongue got me so revved up, I saw stars and leaked precum like my cock had something to prove.
I grunted when my back slammed onto the mattress, then groaned before I could ask a single thing when he slathered my dick with lube and stretched himself. “Fuck.” No chance was I missing out on my fingers inside him.
Swiping around for the lube, I smiled in triumph when I took hold of it. A small smile broke free on Ryan’s face as he continued to ride his damn fingers while spread over my lap.
“Let me take over.” The hoarse dip of my demand had the desired reaction. Once more, want flashed in his eyes, and he scooted forward to straddle my stomach, giving me better access.
Two fingers slipped inside him with such ease, my dick pulsed. I groaned, and he gasped as he bore down on them, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to mine. I captured his groan when I plunged in with three fingers.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “That… so full.”
“Just wait till you’re riding me,” I said with a grunt, my fingers needy, searching. While I’d explored Ryan before, it had never been like this. And with the heat of him as he sucked my fingers deep and his urgent kisses, I understood why.
“Fuck. I need you on my dick.” My words were loud, full of heat. With my fingers pressing against his prostate, Ryan nodded just as he shuddered. His mouth flew open, and I glanced down at his cock. My stomach glistened with his precum, making Ryan picture-fucking-perfect.
“You still okay to go bare?” Just saying the words aloud had my dick straining.
“Yes, definitely.”
I nodded, reached for the lube, lathered myself up again, and then encouraged Ryan to settle back on my lap. Taking a calming breath, I rubbed up his thighs, needing a moment to pull myself together. “Remember to go slow and stop if it’s too much.” I maintained eye contact as we spoke. Just last week we’d had a surprisingly unawkward conversation about me being on PrEP and negative, and Ryan sharing he’d only exchanged BJs and handjobs. Not only that, regular testing confirmed he was negative.
Knowing Ryan had never been penetrated this way before did a hell of a thing to my needy cock, making me desperate for him. With that came a fierce craving to make this good for him. “You ready?” I asked.
“So fucking ready,” he said, so breathlessly that my gaze slammed into his.
The expression on his face almost unraveled me. Need, desire, and absolute trust filled his features. Every single emotion was for me.
“I love you.”
Ryan bit his bottom lip and nodded as he lifted.
I took hold of my cock, helping it find its mark. Then the fucker did exactly what I told him not to and slammed down, his arsecheeks meeting my flesh and me filling him so completely, my dick and my heart would never be free of his hold.
Both were more than okay with me.
I recovered quicker than Ryan, who froze above me, eyelids closed, bottom lip white from how fiercely he bit down, and breathing in short, fast pants.
Somehow I found my voice. “Christ, Ryan.” I grunted at the tight heat wrapped around me and willed myself not to twitch in happiness. “You okay?” Despite the bliss of being buried inside him, worry edged my words.
“Yeah.” The strain in his voice matched the wild look in his eyes when he finally peered down at me. “I’ll be okay.”
“What happened to slow?”
