18. Ryan
Ryan
Shit. The little blood left in my face drained out of it. Had I said that? We weren’t supposed to be labelling it, but I thought that was more about our sexuality. Was I wrong? “I mean…yeah? Isn’t that what we are?”
He gave a shaky laugh. “I guess so. I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”
“We don’t have to?—”
“No.” He cut me off, his smile confident once more. “Boyfriends. I like that.”
“Me too.”
“You don’t have to do this,” he said, nodding at where I was kneeling.
“I know. I want to.”
God, did I want to. I was practically drooling at the thought of tasting him again.
My hands barely shook as I freed him from the confines of his jeans. I stroked him firmly, the shape familiar after all our art sessions. Not the feel though. In all the times he’d sat for me, I hadn’t touched him once.
It had been torture.
I could touch him now though. Me. Touching Dominic. Whenever I wanted.
Because he was my boyfriend.
Seriously, how the fuck is this my life?
“Shadow,” Dominic groaned as I continued to explore him with my hands. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Ryan. Ry. Baby. Dominic called me many things, but Shadow was my favourite now. It shouldn’t have been, given how it started. But I loved it. I loved that he was the only one who called me that.
Even if I didn’t fully understand why.
“Good.” I took a deep breath, aiming for confidence. “Hopefully I’m going to make it even better.”
There was no hesitation as I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. I was immediately rewarded with a spurt of salty precum, and I hummed as I lapped it up, jerking the bottom of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Have you been practising?”
“No.” I licked up the side of his cock before smirking up at him. “May have watched some porn, but that’s about it.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s definitely an activity to add to the list.”
I moaned, pressing the heel of my hand against my aching dick. I’d come once already this evening, but I was raring to go again. “You’re going to have to stop talking or this is never going to happen.”
“I think the problem is that you’re the one talking,” Dominic drawled. “Maybe if we fill your mouth up with something else instead…”
His words should’ve been cheesy, but they weren’t. No, they sent desperation through me. A fire that I wasn’t sure could ever be quenched.
“Do it,” I rasped, blinking up at him. “Make me take it.”
A growl rattled up from his chest as his grip tightened. He rubbed his cock over my lips, the act almost more obscene than what we were about to do. “You want this, Shadow? Want me to fuck your throat until it’s raw again?”
I didn’t answer with words. Just opened my lips wider, inviting him in. Dominic’s breathing hitched, then he was pushing into my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned as he went deeper. “You drive me fucking crazy, Shadow. It shouldn’t feel this good. Why does it feel like this?”
I had no idea, but it was the same for me. I was almost dizzy with lust. Everything else had faded away except him. He was so big. My jaw was already aching at the stretch, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted was his cum. To know it was me who’d made him come.
Again.
As the one giving the blowjob, it didn’t make sense that I was as fucking hard as I was. Then again, with Dominic’s hands controlling my head as he shuttled in and out of my mouth, I wasn’t so much giving as taking.
And fuck, was I here for it.
“You take me so well, Shadow,” Dominic muttered. “I can’t get enough.”
I hummed at the praise as my eyes drifted closed. This was even better than my fantasies. Because, this time, I knew we both wanted this.
With Dominic fucking my face, my hands were free to wander. I cupped his balls, rolling them before moving further back. Fuck, what did Dom do to get his arse like this? Two hard, tight globes. I squeezed them, internally smirking as Dominic hissed. His cock jumped in my mouth.
Huh. Apparently Dominic liked me touching him there. Noted.
My fingers flirted along the crease but I didn’t breach it. I didn’t think either of us was ready for that. Was that even something we’d do at some point? Would I fuck Dominic?
Or would he fuck me?
My hole clenched. In fear, or anticipation? I had no idea.
Suddenly I had the image of Dominic grunting above me. His huge frame surrounding me as he thrust deep, the pure pleasure on his face as he unleashed himself.
I was so focused on that that I accidentally took him too deep. I choked, lifting my head off to gulp down some much-needed oxygen. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” Dominic said, watching me hungrily. “It’s fucking hot.”
I smirked up at him. “Remember you thinking that last time too.”
He swore, grabbing the base of his cock. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to come all over your face.”
A quick gasp slipped from me. Dominic paused, one brow rising. “Hang on, do you like that idea?”
Did I? On the surface, it sounded kinda gross.
But below that was the primal idea of Dominic…marking me. Making me his. The physical evidence of how much he wanted me covering my skin.
Yeah. Yeah, I thought I did want that.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun, Shadow,” Dominic rumbled, his thumb pressing on my bottom lip. “I’m going to dirty you up so good.”
“Not tonight,” I said, my voice already hoarse. “Tonight I want to taste you.”
“Open wide, Shadow,” he said, his hand trembling around his shaft. “I’m too close. I can’t last.”
He was right. I took him as deep as I could, sucking hard, and there was a feral groan from above me as my scalp stung under Dominic’s grip.
I swallowed rapidly, not wanting to miss a drop. I’d barely finished before Dominic was hauling me to my feet.
With how hungrily he kissed me, Dominic clearly didn’t give a fuck about where my mouth had just been. His tongue moved over mine. Could he taste himself? Fuck. I let out a small whimper, unable to help it.
Dominic’s hands were pushing urgently at my waistband. There was none of the nerves he’d displayed earlier now, just a desperate need to touch me.
I broke away from the kiss, giving a feeble protest. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Dominic smirked as he took me in hand. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, Shadow. And I definitely don’t let anyone tell me what to do. Now, hurry up and kiss me again.”
My lips were curved in a smile when they met his. If you’d asked me a few weeks ago if I’d soon be stood in a field being given a handjob by my boyfriend, I would’ve laughed in your face.
If you’d told me that boyfriend would be Dominic fucking Walker, I would’ve suggested a CT scan.
Which was crazy, really. Because now that that very thing was happening? Nothing felt saner. More right. This was where I was meant to be. Who I was meant to be with.
I didn’t know how, but somehow I understood that this was the first night of the rest of my life. A life I was going to spend in love with Dominic. With him at my side.
I couldn’t wait to start living it.
I might have been diving into this relationship head first, but I wasn’t completely blind to reality. There were many tests ahead of us. It wasn’t like we could be a real couple, not with how we were hiding our relationship.
But it was what we both wanted. It was better to face those hurdles than the ones that would be presented when others learned the truth.
And by others, I meant Max.
The first test happened the very next morning. Dominic had come home with me, staying in my bed until the sun was creeping over the horizon. As he hadn’t planned on staying at mine, he’d had to go home to change and grab his college bag.
I didn’t mind. How could I, when he’d woken me with slow, lazy kisses? The kind that suggested we had all the time in the world? When he’d wrapped those fingers I was so fucking obsessed with around my cock and gotten me off while the house was still silent around us?
Ninety minutes later I was walking to the bus stop, still replaying the wink he’d shot me as he dipped out of my window.
Dominic had winked at me.
He’d spent the entire night in my bed.
Dominic was my boyfriend.
I couldn’t believe it. Any of it.
“What are you so happy about?”
I jumped at Max’s question. “What?”
Max scowled, his brows drawing together suspiciously. “Seriously, what’s with you? You normally drag your feet to the bus stop, and today I can barely keep up with you.”
I shrugged. “Just a nice summer’s day. What’s not to be happy about?”
“Can tell you didn’t drink too much last night,” Max muttered, pulling out a pair of aviators and shoving them on. “My head is fucking killing me. If I make it all the way to lunch, I’m calling it a miracle.”
“I just had the one beer,” I said, surprised he was willingly engaging me in conversation. Maybe Dominic was right. Maybe there was hope for the two of us. “Did you have a good night?”
“Better than yours.” He sneered. “Given how early you ditched. Did you have to drag Dominic with you?”
Or maybe not.
“I didn’t drag Dominic anywhere.” I hitched my bag higher, my good mood fading fast. “Besides, you wanted us to sort shit out.”
“Because he was being a dick, not because I wanted you two to ditch me.”
I laughed sourly. Did he even hear himself right now? “So it’s okay for you to do it to me, but not the other way around?”
Max’s head whipped around. With the sunglasses on, I couldn’t see his eyes. Didn’t matter though. I knew him well enough that I didn’t need to see the filthy glare he was levelling at me to know it was there. “Well…yeah. He’s my best mate. You’re just…”
Just the guy he fills his time with when I’m not around. That was what he wanted to say. We both knew it.
But Max didn’t know the truth. He didn’t know that we were so much more to each other now. And like fuck was I going to tell him. Max had a nasty habit of ruining things for me.
I wasn’t letting him ruin me and Dominic.
“You’re a real prick sometimes, you know that?”
Max wheeled around, cracking his knuckles. “You wanna say that again?”