Chapter 28 #2
My dick's throbbing inside him, desperate for more, but I keep still as he adjusts, breathing through it. He moves again, slow and controlled, until finally his ass meets my thighs. “Holy fuck.”
He takes my hands and places them on his hips, moving with these small experimental rolls at first. He's so fucking tight, hot as hell, and squeezing my dick like a vise.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Feel so fucking good, like you were made for me.”
He lifts an inch, then drops back down. Does it again, this time rising higher, and fuck if he isn't already figuring out the rhythm. “Connor . . . fuck . . . so full.”
“Jesus . . . Ryan.” I thrust up as he drops down and we both grunt.
His hands fly to my chest for balance, nails digging into my skin. “Wanted this for so long. Oh, God . . . Connor. Can’t . . . can’t get enough.”
My hands tighten on his hips as he picks up speed, finding exactly what works for him. The sight of him taking control, using my dick like he owns it . . . Fuck, my balls are already drawing up tight.
Ryan changes position, leaning back for a different angle. His hand reaches behind, grabs my balls, rolling them in his palm while he rides me harder.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
“Don't you dare come yet,” Ryan growls, squeezing my balls just hard enough to pull me back from the edge.
Holy shit.
Where the hell did that come from?
He releases them and leans forward again, changing the angle. I must hit his prostate because his entire body jerks, his dick twitching and leaking precum all over my abs.
“Right there. Don't fucking move.”
Like I could. He's got me pinned, using my dick to nail that same spot over and over. His hole clenches around me, and I'm losing my goddamn mind trying not to come.
“Ryan, shit, I can't—”
“You can.” He rides me harder, his thick thighs flexing as he bounces on my dick. “Not done yet.”
My head slams back against the headboard. This bossy fucker's going to kill me. My dick’s throbbing inside him, balls aching, and he just keeps taking what he needs like I'm his personal fuck toy.
“Touch me. Want to come on your dick.”
I stroke him rough and fast, matching the rhythm of his hips.
He’s panting hard, fucking down onto me before fucking up into my fist. “Just like that.”
“Your ass is gonna make me lose it.”
“Not yet.” He clenches around me again, sweat dripping onto my chest. “Need . . . need your hand harder.”
I tighten my grip, twisting on the upstroke the way I do to myself.
“Fuck, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.” His body's out of control, grinding and jerking, whatever rhythm he had before completely gone. “Connor, I'm . . . gonna—”
“Let me see it. Show me.”
“Connor!” His abs contract, whole torso curling forward. “Fuck, I'm . . . Ohhh, God!”
He shoots all over my chest, cum hitting up to my fucking collarbone. His hole clamps down on my dick, squeezing me in these waves.
I keep stroking him through it as his ass milks me.
My balls draw up so tight they hurt, and a familiar heat shoots up my spine. My legs lock up, my dick swelling until it feels like it's about to burst. “Ryan, fuck, FUCK!”
I let go of him, both my hands slamming down on the mattress as I lose my fucking mind. I thrust up deep, emptying into the condom. My ears ring, and I can hardly get a breath in as I keep coming and coming until there's nothing left.
Ryan stays on top, my dick still inside him, and looks down at my chest. His cum is fucking everywhere—across my pecs, my abs, some at the base of my throat. He reaches out, dragging his fingers through it, and spreading it across my chest like he's marking his fucking territory. “Mine.”
“Yeah, baby. Yours.”
He's grinning like he's drunk, rubbing his cum into my skin in slow circles. God, he’s fucking wrecked.
I reach up and flick his forehead. “Come back to Earth, baby.”
Ryan blinks slowly, focusing on my face like he forgot I was here. “M'here.”
“Barely.”
Ryan huffs out a laugh, finally managing to lift off my dick. We both hiss at the loss. He flops down next to me on his stomach, face buried in the pillow.
I pull off the condom, tie it, then chuck it in the trash by his bed. I turn back to my husband whose body is covered in sweat. “Need to check you and make sure I didn't tear anything.”
He turns his head to look at me, those rich amber eyes meeting mine. “What?”
“Spread yourself for me. Let me see.”
The tips of his ears go pink first, then the color spreads down his cheeks. “Connor—”
I shift down the bed, positioning myself behind him. “Do it.”
Ryan groans as he reaches back, then pulls his ass cheeks apart. I lean in, checking him. He’s pink, a little swollen, but no blood. “You're good.”
He lets go and buries his face back into the pillow. “So fucking embarrassing.”
“It was necessary.” I get up and grab his towel from the back of his desk chair, which is still damp from his earlier shower. I clean my chest and abs before holding it out for him. “You need to clean up.”
He grunts but takes it, rolling onto his back. He wipes off whatever’s still on him, then tosses the towel on the floor. “Get back in bed.”
I drop onto the mattress, then tuck my arm behind my head. “You can barely fucking move and you're giving me orders?”
He huffs but scoots closer, resting his head on my chest and draping a leg across mine. “Dickhead.”
I kiss the top of his head. “Your dickhead.”
He snorts, then he nuzzles against me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Stay here. Stay in my bed for the entire night. Please.”
“Not going anywhere.”