26. Ryan #2
I kiss him softly, and he leans into me, taking more. “I do want to,” I assure him. I’m so turned on, so desperate to be as close as possible, I can’t wait to stuff my dick into a flesh light with him.
He bites my lower lip as he draws away. “Then get yourself wet.”
He’s only got the one hand, and he’s holding the flesh light with it, so I lube my cock and arrange myself to face him. He pushes a discreet button on the toy, and it makes a soft swishing sound. Then he hands it to me. “You do it.”
We’ve got to get extremely close for this. I grab his thigh and pull it over mine, then line our erections up between us. Wrapping a fist around them, I stroke them both, and he groans. “Fuck, your dick feels so good.”
So does his. Hot and rigid and slick. It takes a few tries to get us into the soft, slippery hole together. There’s some cursing on my part and some breathy laughs on his, but once I get the aim right, and we sink into it together, we both gasp sharply.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan.
“That’s so fucking tight. Ryan…oh my God.”
The toy is filled with silicone, I think. It’s a squishy, wet, mess, but with his rigid length smashed against mine, I don’t know how I can last more than a few seconds.
Holding the toy still, I find his mouth with mine and kiss him.
He grunts in response to my tongue entering his mouth, and his good hand grips the back of my neck. “Is this too weird? he asks breathily.
“No,” I manage. “It’s incredible. I love it.”
With my free hand, I grab his ass and we start to move into the toy. Angles being what angles are, we each only get about halfway in, but with the mild, vibrating suction and the hard heat of his dick on mine, it’s more than enough.
“Shit,” I grunt.
“Mmm… God… Yes. Fuck my cock, Ryan. I love fucking you like this.”
“I love you,” I tell him.
“Fuck. Me, too, baby.”
Our kiss is messy and wet, interrupted with his whimpers and my grunts of restraint.
I could come on command, but I’m doing everything I can to hold it in.
He’s in a zone, languidly stroking with tight rolls of his hips and long licks of his tongue.
It’s another dimension of sexy, and when I match his rhythm, it’s so good—so fucking good, I have to confess I’m screwed.
“ Gonna…unh…fuck… come .” The word is barely out before I’m nutting into the toy and all over his cock.
The pressure inside gets extreme as my dick thickens and throbs.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, hand on my shoulder suddenly as his hips buck, and everything inside the flesh light gets hotter and filthier.
We look at each other and our mouths slam together.
I shove the toy onto our erupting dicks, and we pound into it together, crying out against each other’s mouths as we empty ourselves thrust after relentless thrust. The pleasure is mind-blowing.
All the atoms in my body are in their most excitable state. Bliss is sweating through my pores.
Empty and overstimulated, I remove the fleshlight, trying to be careful with the mess we left inside, but there’s no good way to do it. I resolve to keep a stack of towels by the bed from now on.
“Well?” he asks, once I’ve laid it carefully on the floor and made my way back into his arms.
“So fucking hot,” I murmur into his neck. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You sure you didn’t take any of the pills?” he asks with a laugh in his words.
“Shut the fuck up. I did exactly what you wanted.”
“Yeah. You did.” He runs his fingers through my hair and looks into my eyes. “And I fucking love you for it.”
I might never understand it, but I take his word for it. “ Ugh . Mal. I love you so much.”
Then. Now. And I’m guessing always.
Bailey grabs my arm as I’m stepping into the conference room Monday morning and rushes me across the hall into the lounge. “Did you see the numbers this morning?”
I study her face, the feverish gleam in her eyes. “Which numbers?” Given where we work, she could mean anything, but I’m guessing this is more specific to us. Subscribers, likes, follows, shares, views.
“We’re in the hundreds of thousands.”
“ Dollars ?”
I can tell she’s getting frustrated by the thin, pressed line of her mouth, but she at least pretends to have patience with me as she shakes her head.
“Views. YouTube subscribers. But if you want to know about dollars, those are rolling in, too. We’ve had more than s ix thousand Patreon subscribers since Saturday. The Discord is blowing the fuck up!”
“Are you serious?”
“People love you and Mal.”
I’m literally stunned. “I—I can’t believe it.”
“I know. Me neither, but you got something that’s working.”
The veiled dig amuses me, and I smile with her. “That’s incredible.”
“This morning, I got an email from an online trading company who wants to sponsor the next episode.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. I know we need to get to the meeting, and I want to know how Mal’s doing, but I’m so excited!”
I can tell. And it looks good on her. “Mal’s fine. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
“I’ll send a group text in a little bit with all the stats. You think we’ll be okay to film tomorrow night? Will Mal be up for it?”
“Yeah,” I say with confidence. “Just let me know what you want us to talk about. I’m assuming you’ve got thoughts. ”
She gives me one of her jump-scare hugs. I lift her off the floor and spin her around once, in a perfect mood. She screams a little before dissolving into laughter.
When I set her down, we join the morning meeting, sitting next to each other with Miguel. I notice the dirty looks he’s getting from everyone but Nathan. The look he’s getting from him is…different. It’s angry, but there’s something else in it, too. Frustration, maybe? Regret?
Curiosity killing me, I lean in to ask Miguel quietly, “You okay?” He’s buckled under their mean vibes before, and the room is full of them today.
He cups a hand to hide his mouth and whispers in my ear, “Nathan came to my apartment last night. He wanted me back on their team.”
“Did something happen?” I ask, barely moving my mouth.
“Have lunch with me,” he says.
I nod and refocus on Georgie who’s explaining different ways of writing a risk analysis to Jia, who I’ve gathered from previous meetings isn’t having the best time with her mentor either.
For someone who used to be so outgoing and quick to smile, she’s seemed down lately, and we’ve stopped walking to work together.
I wonder if she feels the same way about this internship as Mal does—that maybe it isn’t a good fit for her.
I count myself lucky again to have been paired with Charlie who’s teaching me something new every day. For the first time in a long time, I’ve got nothing to be pissed off about. It’s hard to know what to do with myself. Is this how normal people feel?
My good mood persists while I have another productive morning with Charlie before meeting Miguel for lunch at Big Bites.
Face to face with him, I notice the signs of sleep deprivation on his face.
His large, dark eyes are weary, and there’s a little frizz in his hair that’s usually much better tamed—like he forgot to put product in it .
He doesn’t look bad, he never does, but he doesn’t look as put together as usual. “First off, congratulations,” he says. “I can’t believe those numbers.”
I can’t help my smile. It’s crazy that our shouting into the void plan that began with bare chests and cute pets is actually working. “Honestly, I can’t either, but I’ll take the win.”
“Oh, it’ll definitely be a win. The other team’s falling apart.”
“Okay, yeah, what’s up?”
“This goes nowhere,” he says, palms flat on the table, tone serious and low.
“You’ve got my word.”
“So, Nathan came to my apartment last night. Just showed up around nine. I thought he was gonna give me shit for leaving the team or make sure I wasn’t telling you guys what they were doing—not that it matters because there’s no way they can beat you guys?—”
“Us,” I remind him. “You’re part of it, too. Right?”
“Oh—yeah—no question. No, this isn’t me saying I’m bailing—trust me—as long as Piper is drawing breath, I’m going nowhere near that shit again.”
“Okay,” I say, reassured.
“No, he was actually upset. Like asking what he did wrong—why I left.”
“Too much drama, right?” I clarify.
“ So much fucking drama, which is exactly what I told him. And he was like—” Miguel puts his hand on his chest like he’s mimicking Nathan. “From me?”
I raise my eyebrows. I know gossiping is shitty, but at the same time, it’s hard to resist. And technically this isn’t gossip since Miguel is just relaying a story of something that actually happened to him.
“So I said, sort of—yeah. Him, Piper, Lisette.”
“What about Jia? ”
“Poor Jia. She’s doing most of the work while everybody else snipes at each other and her.”
“That sucks.”
“I mean, I’d tell her to bail, but she’s too deep in it now, and if they do end up making a decent amount of money, she could easily make the case it was primarily her doing, so I’m just keeping my fingers crossed for her.”
I nod, sort of wishing we had room for one more on our team, but I’m not sure how much thinner we can stretch ourselves and still allocate proper credit.
“But that’s not what I want to talk about,” Miguel says.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“He kissed me.”
“ Oh .”
“Yeah—like—no preamble, no permission—just grabbed me and laid one on, which was hot as fuck, but obviously not okay.”
“Right,” I say carefully because he’s looking at me like he needs me to agree.
“ Exactly . And also—I know I said we hooked up, but there wasn’t any kissing involved. It was a BJ in the bar bathroom. Technically two—two separate occasions.”
“Is he okay ?” I ask. I don’t know why I’m concerned with everyone’s mental health all of a sudden, but maybe it’s because I’ve never seen so many people crack under pressure all at once.
Miguel shrugs, looking baffled. “Once I got him off me, I asked the same thing. He started crying. ”