22. Ryan #2
“If you get uncomfortable, let me know. We can adjust,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say.
He settles his head on the pillow, shifting his ass slightly against my cock again. I bite my lip so I don’t hiss.
I close my eyes and try to ignore the fact that his hole is right there .
I have plenty of things to think about. A podcast script for example.
I could think about that. Topics we should cover.
What dynamic we want to aim for. Guests we could have.
All things I can talk with him about tomorrow.
Surely it won’t be this difficult to concentrate once I’ve had some coffee and we have an agenda to tick through.
But what if he sits on my lap again? Why do I like when he does that so much? What’s so hot about him straddling my thighs? What is it about that one move that flips a switch in my head from thinking of him as my childhood nightmare to my filthiest fantasy?
What would it be like to fuck him like that? Pounding up into him while he looks down at me and I can see every expression on his face.
“Need something?” he asks, likely in response to my actively twitching erection.
“It’s fine.”
“If you say so.” Then he just comes out and asks. “Did you wanna go another round?”
“I’m pretty comfortable, but I won’t push you away.”
He laughs softly. “I don’t know why you’re making this so difficult. ”
I deep breathe. Then I do it again. Then one more time. “I wasn’t exactly easy on you earlier.”
“Did I complain?”
“If I can’t control myself…”
“What?” he asks.
“You said I scare you,” I remind him.
“I didn’t say your dick scared me.”
I bury my nose in his hair. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to do it twice in one night.”
“If you’re not gonna do it, then at least tell me how much you want to.”
Despite the tumult in my head and my throbbing dick, I grin. I like this. It’s permission to speak freely, but I remind myself the topic is sex, not our relationship. “You want me to talk dirty to you?”
“Mmhm.”
“You want me to tell you how much my cock is dying to get back inside that hot, tight hole. How bad I want to stroke that spot inside you that makes you leak?”
He groans softly, ass pressing into my crotch harder. “Yeah, you can talk about that more if you want.”
I rest a hand on his pec, noticing his erect nipple beneath my palm. “How it feels like you’re strangling me and swallowing me at the same time?”
“Is that what it feels like?”
“Yeah.” I give his chest a squeeze. “Feels so fucking good.” My hips move, my cock sliding up and down his crack. What would that feel like between his bare cheeks with some lube? Fuck, that’d be good, too…Not to mention how hot it would look.
“Opening me wide and stretching me out?” he asks.
“Fuck yeah. Your pretty ass looks so goddamn good taking my cock. ”
“Your huge cock.”
“My big, fat cock.”
“Ryan…” He pushes at my forearm, then makes sure my hand finds how hard he’s straining against the flannel pants. “I’m not a shoe. You don’t need to break me in.”
“You’ve gotta be sore, though.”
“Not as sore as the first time.”
“Mm…” I groan as I grind myself harder against him. “You’re asking to get fucked again.”
“No,” he breathes harshly, rubbing his cock against my hand. “I’m begging you to fuck me again.”
“You gonna take me raw like last time?”
“Always.”
Nothing in me is able to resist the words or the feel of him. “Then show me that pretty hole. Let’s make sure it’s ready for this big, hard dick.”
“Oh, God,” he moans, tugging at his waistband.
I reach back for the lube.
Once his naked ass is exposed, I take hold of his bare hip.
“Jerk yourself while I open you up,” I tell him as I slide down his body to soften and stretch him with my mouth.
His groan is unholy. It’s a sound I crave deep, deep in my bones.
“Why is that so good?” he whispers.
“Because you’re a filthy slut.” I spit on his hole and run my tongue along his rim. My dick jerks hard in my pants. I reach down and set it free, stroking it as I continue to suck and tongue him. I move to get his balls into my mouth, trying to decide unsuccessfully what my favorite part of him is.
“Fuck… Ryan …” he whines. “I love that. I love you. I need you so bad.”
The way he runs his mouth will never not fuck me up just a little bit. But I do love the way he responds to literally everything I do with rampant enthusiasm. So perfectly fucking needy .
“You’re gonna make me come. You always make me come so fucking fast. Shit ,” he pants, like he’s desperately trying to hang on to the edge.
I go ahead and put some lube on my fingers, testing his opening in case it’s swollen again.
It is, but the sound he makes when I slide two fingers in instantly tells me he wants more. “Fuck yes. Christ that feels so fucking good. Right there, oh my god.” His thigh slides forward to open himself wider. Letting go of his cock, he grabs his ass cheek and spreads himself.
The sight, even in the dim room sends a shock of lust through me. I add a third finger.
“More,” he says. “More. Please. You .”
After biting his lower ass cheek hard, I hold him open wide as I readjust my body. Finger fucking him and lubing my cock at the same time isn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever accomplished, but I manage. I’m so goddamn hard, it’s killing me not to be inside him.
“I’m ready,” he pleads. “Fuck me with that perfect dick.”
“You want this fat cock in your tight, slutty pussy?” God, help me. He’s turning me into an animal.
He moans, gripping his ass harder to show off his hole where my fingers are still moving in and out. “Yes. Fuck. So wet for you. Please. Jesus.”
Okay, that’s fucking irresistible. Later, I might wonder how many of Mal’s soft kinks are related to his bizarre sexual awakening, but speaking as a man who’s only ever been with women before him, this particular kink aligns nicely with mine.
Not that I’m pretending he’s a woman. I fully appreciate the fact that his cock is as hard as mine is and dripping precum all over my sheets .
But as someone who’s more or less bisexual, he’s offering me a small taste of both worlds in a way only he can. Because he’s the only man I want. The only person I’ve ever truly wanted with my body and soul.
Lining up my slippery cock with his hole, I take hold of his writhing hip and hold him still just long enough to stuff myself inside him.
His growl is deep as he buries his face in the pillow beneath him.
All his muscles clench, like taking me is a battle he has to brace for.
My hand slides to his abs as I do my best to hold still and let him adjust. I stroke his belly in smooth circles, kissing his shoulder in a way that totally belies my need to pound roughly into him.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Feels so goddamn good,” he gasps.
I’m not sure I believe him, but I’m not really in a position to argue. Holding my cock still in his snug, hot asshole is fucking agonizing . I give him a slight thrust, and he grunts again, this time with a punched-out “fuck yeah.”
Testing a theory, I give his ass a light slap as I shove in deeper.
He quivers, practically mewling as he starts jerking his cock again.
I knock his hand away and take over, my hand still damp with lube. With that, he drops his head back, giving me access to his neck, and surrenders to my takeover of his body.
His skin is hot when my lips make contact. I thrust slowly and jerk him in time. “You like that it hurts, don’t you?”
“It doesn’t— yes ,” he says, like he can’t bother with bullshit anymore. “It’s a good hurt, though. So fucking good. Fuck.”
“Want me to stop going easy on you, beautiful?” I ask.
“Please, yes. I want you to use me to get yourself off. I wanna be everything you need. ”
When he puts it that way…
It doesn’t take much with Mal. Getting myself inside him is all it takes for me to hit the edge. If he told me to come right this second, I absolutely could. It’s lucky I already came twice tonight though, because my stepbrother wants to be used .
Closing my eyes and keeping my mouth on his neck, I lose myself in the sensation of sliding back and forth in his perfectly clenching hole while he moves with me.
I cover his pec to palm one of his pornographic nipples while I seek the edge of my orgasm without going over.
I fuck him slowly, rocking my hips and squeezing his cock from base to tip.
I wish I could say I last longer. I wish I could say I’m immune to the sounds he makes, the words and pants and curses erupting in a steady stream from his perfect mouth, but the truth is he turns me on like a fucking power plant and then some.
Too soon, my balls are so full, and my body is so lit up, that when he comes with a cry, and I feel the first gush of his load coating my hand, I detonate.
Fucking without a condom is crazy intense. The sensation of sliding through my own cum has me needing to spill every last drop inside him.
His slutty ass is all too willing to take it.
It makes him the sexiest person to have ever graced my bed, and fuck me because I never want to let him go.
We’re both still shaking when I pull out, and I feel the window for sleep open wide.
He peeks over his shoulder when he hears me yawn.
I use his discarded pants to gently wipe him up, then flip his boneless body over to face me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I feel his heavy, contented sigh against my chest.
“It gets better every time,” he says.
“Shut up,” I say before giving him a long, deep kiss where I feel him laugh faintly before kissing me back .
“You don’t think so?” he asks, when I pull away with my eyes still closed.
“I do think so. I thought you wanted me to sleep.”
His hand moves through my hair and he plants a soft kiss to my forehead. “Good night, Ry.”
“Night, Mal,” I say and happily surrender to sleep.