Page 42 of Don’t Look Back

So much better than a hand… He peered up at me, brown hair mussed from my fingers. The mid-day sun poured light into the room, his lust-darkened eyes glittering. With a smirk, he took off his glasses and sat them on the nightstand before blanketing me with his body. Hips rocked against mine, and I moaned.

“Trust me,” he breathed. “I know you’ll have questions, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know as it comes up. But right now, I’m still warming you up, and I’m asking you to just trust me. Can you do that for me, Jason?”

Christ. I’d do anything for him.

Bobbing my head, I rolled my body, seeking out his hips again.

“Good,” Ryan praised, and my stomach flipped. Pressing his lips to mine, he granted me the delicious friction that I needed. As the kiss grew in passion, his thrusts quickened. Even his full weight on my lap wasn’t enough. My hands smoothed down his sides, curling around his hips and clenching his ass. He cried out, breaking the kiss. “Fuck, you’re not going to make this easy for me are you.” He shuddered, rising onto his knees and stripping his shirt. My heart swelled at the deep mark on his neck, at the flush continuing down his chest.

I did that…

”Get my pants off,” I strained. “Now.”

“Gladly.”

Ryan ducked between my legs again, licking across my skin and dipping into my belly button. Unfastening my jeans, his teeth latched onto the zipper and tugged. I fought with myself to keep control.

“Are you still nervous?” he asked, wetting his lips. My jeans slid off my legs and were tossed to the side.

“I know I’m in good hands. I’m ready for this.”

“Breathe for me, baby,” he reminded me, the pet name sending a shiver down my spine. “This will all feel so much better if you remember to breathe.”

“I need you more than I need to breathe.”

Tired of waiting, I sat up and threw my arm around him, bringing our lips together and tumbling down to the pillows. My hips moved of their own volition, chasing release. I wasn’t in control of my own body. I just knew I needed him. In whatever way he was willing to give himself to me, I needed him.

“I need you,” I voiced, panting in an effort to draw oxygen into my lungs. “I feel like I can’t get close enough.”

Ryan sat up, running a hand through his hair. “How can we fix that?”

Don’t think… just do.

He gasped as I undid his belt in record time, and tossed it into oblivion. Unable to stop myself, I popped the button and lowered the zipper—and that’s where I froze. With a growl, I wrapped arms around his waist and flipped us both until he landed on his back. “Fuck,” he heaved.

I didn’t respond. My mouth was too busy deepening my mark on his neck and willing myself to hold on just a little longer. I was ready to pop and we’d hardly even undressed.

Doing my best to mind his still-healing bruises, I softly kissed and nipped down his chest, soothing each angry bite with my tongue. Finally, I worked his jeans off his body.

On my knees, I admired Ryan’s writhing body beneath me. When he teased a hand toward the damp spot on his boxer briefs, I snatched it away. “No, no, no… I’m taking this in.”

He whined in protest, rutting against the air, desperate to be touched. Hard… he’s so hard… I’m hard….

“Can I touch you?”

His words rang out in the quiet room, but he could have shouted them from the rooftop with a bullhorn if he wanted to—I didn’t care. I wanted to be touched. My hips rocked against his in response. Slowly, I guided his hand to the waistband of my underwear, where he happily dipped inside.

Shoving the fabric away, Ryan didn’t hesitate to wrap his fingers around my shaft. I hissed, a drop of precome falling to his stomach. A soft squeeze from his hand, and I groaned. I pried my eyes open… and nearly lost it on the spot. Ryan’s gaze was trained on my cock like he hadn’t eaten in days and I was his next meal.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s more than okay.” His thumb swept away more clear liquid, massaging it into my skin. Hand on my hip, Ryan sat up. “Lay down for me.”

Gingerly, we rotated until I was on my back once more, and Ryan finished undressing me, sending my boxer briefs fluttering to the floor. “You look fucking breathtaking,” he growled.

I gritted my teeth, Ryan’s hand giving me one slow, calculated stroke from base to tip. Precome leaked from my slit, pooling on my stomach.

“I’ve fantasized about this since we met. God, I never thought it would actually happen.”