19. Ryan #2
“Gladly.” I sat up to peel my sweater and his hoodie off, tossing them to the corner of the rumpled bed while maintaining eye contact.
Then I reached to the side to tug down the zipper on the warm wool skirt.
He stood rooted to the ground, prick standing out proud, fat red head smeared with precum.
My mouth watered. Slowly, I wiggled free of the woolen material and laid it next to me. “I’m cold now. Can you heat me up?”
He paused. I waited. The longer the silence went on, the clumsier the moment became. Finally, when I was about to ask if I’d done something wrong, he spoke.
“I’ve never done this with a guy before.”
Oh. Okay. “It’s just like with a girl, but with the need of some artificial slipperiness.” I lay back down, opened my legs, and let his gaze feast on my bounty. He licked his lips.
“I’ve not had much experience with women either. A few times in college, but they weren’t great. I’d been drunk, and they were nameless. It wasn’t great.”
“It will be with us. We love each other. Now come lie down beside me. I’ll show you what goes where,” I purred, and he blushed as he placed one knee on the bed and then the other.
“I know where it goes, Ry,” he replied, moving over me, then dropping his head to draw a nipple into his mouth.
I keened, arched up, and grabbed his high, round hockey player ass cheeks.
Mm, they were perfect. Firm globes that he flexed a time or two as he nipped and suckled on one peak, then the other.
I was close to losing all coherent thought when he moved up, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue demanding entry. As if I would ever deny him.
“I love you under me,” he gruffly said as he went to settle between my legs. I shook my head and got a puzzled look. “Don’t you want to do this? We don’t have to. If you change your mind, just say so and—”
“Gideon, I desperately want you inside me.” His eyes darkened from sapphire to navy blue. “I want to ride you.”
That made him huff like a buck in rut. With a move that any wrestler would approve of, he flipped us both over. The bed smacked into the wall when we landed.
“There, all better,” he said, voice smoky with lust.
“Mm-hmm, very much better.” I sat back, my ass resting on a hot length of meat. His gaze ran from my face down to my dick and back up. “I want you to help me get ready for your cock.”
“Shit,” he choked out, his dick twitching eagerly under my balls.
“Hand me the bag beside your head.” I ran my hands up over my chest, toying with my nipples as he stared in wanton wonder.
“There’s a bag beside my head?”
I giggled softly, pointed, and let my fingers skim over the curls of red on my chest before delving down to burrow into the darker red bush at the base of my prick.
“I don’t know what a bag is right now.” He was too cute.
With a soft moan, I brushed my fingers along my dick.
Gideon’s cock throbbed and juiced, the slick a warm spot that I began rubbing my taint over.
His eyes rolled back at that friction. “Christ… shit…”
“Gideon, the bag, baby,” I whispered and rolled my hips.
He slapped a hand around on the pillows, knocking one to the floor in his blind haste.
He shoved it into my chest and let his hand travel down my side, his fingers delving into the hollow of my pelvis then latching onto my dick.
I gasped, nearly dropping the lube and box of Magnums—yes, we would need the big boys for my big boy—and rocked into his fist. “I’m really wired, so don’t…
mmm, that feels so good. Don’t make me come, not yet. I want to nut when your dick is in me.”
“Then you should hurry because I’m close to coming from you just rubbing on me,” he growled, stroking my cock slowly but with just the right amount of pressure to keep me climbing Mount Pleasure. He was going to have to stop. Soon. So, I found a way to divert his attention from my leaking dick.
“Can you finger me open?” I asked, flipping the lid on the lube open and turning it over to squeeze out…
well, nothing. Fuck. Me. Stupid safety seals.
“Fuck.” I fumbled around like a moron, unscrewing the lid and pulling the tiny silver seal off with my teeth.
I spit it onto his chest. That made him chuckle.
I lifted his hand from my dick and coated it with slick. “Around here, baby.”
With my hand on his wrist, I guided him back around until his fingers skimmed my hole. A shiver rolled over me. He toyed with the furl as I ground down on his cock. Then, because we were both riding a roller coaster with no brakes, he pushed a finger into me. I moaned. He trembled.
“More, another one,” I whispered, moving back now to push those digits deeper.
He gave me two. I rode them for a moment, my balls tight, and then eased off to wiggle my ass around in a tight circle.
His cock was hard as a rod as I lifted up to center myself over him.
We somehow, through sheer determination despite having hands that felt like balloons, got a condom over his fat dick.
“Put the extra lube on your cock, hurry. I’m going to fucking die right here on the spot if you’re not inside me within a minute,” I panted as he not only slathered his condom covered prick, but he lubed a good half of the bedding.
Who cares. Not me. We’d worry over slippery sheets later.
With a slap at his hand, I sat down on his cock, the stretch and burn startling me as it had been a little while since I’d been with anyone.
“Oh God, oh, give me…” I slapped my hands to his chest to hold me up as I caught my breath and my body adjusted. “Shit, you have a big dick.”
He pressed his lips together, clearly straining to remain still as I took a moment.
“We can stop,” he ground out, eyes latching onto me.
I shook my head, hair sticking to my cheeks as I drew in a long breath before lowering myself more.
Inch by hard inch I took him, whining at times as his girth made me wince.
He rubbed my arms, my shoulders, and my chest while whispering sweet nothings.
Then, when he was fully seated, I locked my elbows, fingers biting into his pecs, and began to rock back and forth. Then up. Then down. Then around.
“Ryan, holy fucking hell!” Gids bellowed when the rocking became bouncing. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what I would say if I could’ve made words, but since his cock was tickling my tonsils while simultaneously pegging my prostate, speech was impossible.
My orgasm was like a bolt out of the blue.
It hit hard, cock spurting over Gids’ belly and chest—no hands at all required from him—as I bucked like a madman.
My ass clenched as I came and he blew apart, his grip on my shoulders close to painful as his ass lifted from the bed.
Strong thighs jerking us upward as he tugged me down.
Not that there was a millimeter more depth he was going to get, but he drove home on instinct just the same.
His growl of completion was guttural, long, and breathy.
Mine was a weak little yelp and a purr as I collapsed onto him, my nose coming to rest on his shoulder, bent a little sideways, but who cared.
My cock kept oozing as we lay there gasping for breath like guppies who’d leaped from their bowl.
“I can’t feel my toes,” Gideon huffed. “Am I dead? Did I stroke out?”
“If you’re dead, then… I am too,” I croaked, gently lifting my nose from his shoulder to kiss the corner of his mouth a time or two before my neck grew too weary to hold up my skull.
“Okay, that’s fine. As long as we died together.”
“Mm, yeah, I want to grow old with you.”
“I’d like that.” He ran a finger down my spine.
I flailed about, his cock slipping from me as I spasmed with giggles to my back.
He moved with me, pinning me gently to the bed, his blue eyes locking with mine.
“We’ve practically lived together for two weeks without killing each other.
Will you think about giving things a try and staying here with me, I mean, it’s closer to school if that helps? ”
As if that was the main reason I’d move in with him, the big galoot. “Will you promise to rub my aching feet when I come home from a long day of coloring roots and perfecting my eyebrow threading technique?”
“Always. Every night.”
“I love you.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes.”
He kissed my sweaty brow.
“Amazing. Ryan, I have one other really important question for you.”
“Okay, baby.” I sighed sleepily, rubbing a hand over his abs. “I’m always here for any important queries you might have. That’s what couples do. They give each other answers to life’s most pressing questions.”
“What the hell is eyebrow threading?”