Page 41 of Don’t Look Back

He slammed and locked the door, budging me up against the surface and wedging his leg between my thighs. “Who would’ve pegged you for such a damn tease?”

Hands on his hips, I spun us, making him the one pinned against the door.

“I guess I’m just full of surprises.”

Free of wandering eyes, I slammed my mouth down to his, throwing my hand between his legs. I squeezed and he moaned, hips kicking into my palm. Shit… Touching Ryan’s cock was a vast difference from touching my own. It throbbed in my hand, shooting blood to my own crotch. I wasn’t expecting him to be so… so…

“Hard,” I sighed, mouthing over his jaw, his neck. “Fuck, you’re hard.”

Ryan fucked into my hand, arms tight around me to keep himself standing. “I’m getting close⁠—”

The door opening cut him off. “Shh.” I silenced him with a hand over his mouth, the sweet noises vibrating my palm. The stranger went straight to the sink.

“Yeah—it was great. I mean, there was this couple feeling each other up in the corner but it was actually kind of funny to watch them squirm. I remember when I first started dating Corinne…” He laughed. “Yeah, I bet that’s exactly what they’re doing now.”

Ryan’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and I gave him one firm squeeze before dropping my hand from his crotch. Silently, we both adjusted ourselves in our jeans. When the man left, we both let out sighs of relief.

“I really like this side of you,” Ryan said, breathless.

I leaned against the tiled wall, letting the cool feeling ground me. “Honestly, I do too. Grace never would have let me do that.”

“Which part?”

“Any of it—it would have made her so angry.”

“Her loss.” I noticed then that Ryan still palmed his erection through his pants. “That was fucking hot.”

My eyes raked over his body. Those skin-tight jeans outlined every inch of his hard-on, which I happily studied like I’d be tested on it later. When I noticed Ryan staring at my own crotch, I gave myself a squeeze to quell the throbbing that kicked up. “Did you really almost come in your pants?”

The flush over his cheeks deepened, and he nodded. “Should we get out of here before I do?” he asked me. “Or do you want your first time to be in a public bathroom?”

Ha. My first time. I never thought I would hear those words again, yet I felt just as nervous as I had back then.

But as I watched the man across from me hang on by a thread, knowing that I was the one to drive him to that point, a newfound confidence surged.

“Let’s go.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We barged into the room, and I pinned Ryan against the door. While my hands stayed cupped around his neck, his roamed my body, searching for the most sensitive parts and seeming to be everywhere all at once. My belt turned loose, and he whipped it free of my jeans. Nimble fingers slid beneath my shirt, and I moaned into his mouth.

“God, the sounds you make, Jason,” he growled, nails digging into my bare skin

Groaning, I latched onto the spot where his neck met his shoulder. There was only one thing that I was sure of: that I wanted Ryan Walker to be mine in a way that even after the heat was gone, no one would be able to question it—even me. Gentle kisses turned to eager nips, and I sucked the tender skin into my mouth. Ryan snarled, snapping a hand to my neck to hold it in place. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t think I could have if I wanted to. He cupped my erection in his hand, and I ground against his palm. Heat built beneath my tongue and when I popped off, a satisfying bruise had begun to form.

“I won’t apologize for that,” I panted, licking my swollen lips. I thumbed the spot on his neck. “Everyone should know you’re taken.”

“Can I return the favor?” Ryan asked, squeezing my cock. So long as he had his hand on me, I’d jump off the balcony if he asked. But I settled for a nod and, desperate to relieve some of the pressure, I moved to unbutton my pants.

“Hell no,” he snapped, knocking my hands away. “That’s my job.”

His hand released me, and I whimpered at the loss. My cock throbbed in protest, but Ryan flattened a hand on my chest, guiding me toward the bed.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I confessed as my head hit the pillow. “I know this feels really good, but beyond that, I-I don’t know what to do next.”

Ryan knocked my legs apart, kneeling in the space between them. Wordlessly, his hot, wet tongue trailed a path down my stomach and to the button of my jeans.