And fuck, I’m supposed to be on my way to a date—or meetup—right now.
“Sorry, I don’t want to break a second of this moment, but I don’t want to be a complete asshole either.”
I pull out my phone, send a quick apologetic message, then toss my phone onto the couch. I don’t want any other interruptions tonight.
“The day you rescued me from the spider, were you?—”
“I was about to fuck my hand to the thought of you. I’d never let myself go there before. And after seeing that…” He licks his lips. “I had one toy in my ass and one on my cock, and I came imagining us fucking.”
I groan in response, and he reaches for me, undoing the buttons of my shirt.
“Ryan…”
“How long has it been for you? How long have you wanted this?”
I hesitate for a second, then rub the back of my neck, heat blooming in my cheeks. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
“Tell me,” he whispers, taking my face in his hands, and I’ve never felt safer.
“At this point, probably close to a year. But I felt the sparks of something before then. There’s something about you. You see me in a way no one ever has. Through all my layers, every piece of me, to the person I am at my core. And you’ve always made me feel safe to be exactly who I am. With you, I’m home.”
Now it’s him dragging me to his lips. He demandingly sweeps his tongue against mine, holding me tighter.
Too much emotion swirls in my chest. Part of me wants to take him right here in the middle of the apartment. Make him mine. Another part wants to break down and cry. I’ve wanted this for so long, and he feels the same way I do. It’s really happening.
“Ryan,” I breathe, breaking our kiss.
“I like when you call me that.”
A laugh slips out. “It’s your name.”
“But everyone always calls me Hardy. I like when you call me Ryan.”
I run my fingers through his braids. “Ryan… what happens now?”
He takes half a step back and meets my eyes. “Now I’m yours. You’re mine. I don’t do things halfway. If I’m in, I’m all in. And there’s no one else I’d rather jump into the deep end with than you.”
I pull him closer again, dipping my head so my lips nearly brush his. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me.”
Without warning, I lift him up, and the gasp he emits goes straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” he rumbles, wrapping his legs around my waist.
“You like being carried?”
“I fucking love it. Almost as much as I love when you kiss me.”
He crushes his mouth against mine, and though it turns the walk back to my bedroom into more of a stumble, I don’t care. I’m savoring every moment like it’s the last one I’ll ever have.
Hardy is possessive and demanding as his tongue twists with mine, and it’s hard to keep walking, to not stop and give in to every desire right here in the hallway.
I pause for a moment, pressing him against the wall as I rut into him and kiss him harder. His pained moans have me rockhard. I’ve never been so desperate. Parts of me I didn’t know existed have come to life, and each one is trying to free itself from my body to get to him.
Gripping him tighter, I lift him off the wall and get all the way back to my bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with him. I drag my lips from his mouth, down his neck and over his broad chest, lost in a primal desire for him. He gasps, carding his fingers through my hair as I go lower, tugging his sweats and boxers down as I go.
His cock springs free, and I lick my lips before sucking him into my mouth.
