Chapter 17 #2
Vaughn looked at me over the top of the refrigerator door. “How about you, Kit?”
“What are my options?” I asked.
“A little bit of everything.”
A refrigerator’s contents said a lot about a person, and it sounded as if Ray kept his stocked like a convenience store to take good care of his friends.
It made me even more curious about the man I was falling for, so I kissed Ray’s cheek before crossing the room to peer inside the appliance.
I grabbed a Cheer Wine and a few of the other requested drinks and stepped back so Vaughn could get the rest. But he wrapped a brawny arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple.
“We’ve been waiting a long time for you, Kit,” Vaughn said. “Thank you for giving Ray back to us.”
I was too stunned to speak, so I just stared up at him.
“Vaughn is trying to steal your man, Hawk,” Archer teased.
I pulled free of the innocent embrace and spun around to face the rest of the guys.
Ray snorted and followed it with a playful smack on Archer’s leg. “Behave.” He patted the empty cushion next to him, and I made a beeline for it, stopping to pass out the root beer to Ethan and Sprite Zero to Ray.
“Me?” Archer asked. “I’m not the one putting hands and lips on Kit. Is that allowed? Do we all get turns?”
Ray held up a hand, his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “You’re this close to going out the window.”
“Over the balcony,” Vaughn corrected as he passed out the remaining drinks.
I curled up next to Ray and rested my head against his chest. His heavy arm wrapped around my shoulder, holding me close.
“You’ll change your mind when you try the new ice cream recipe I made today.” Archer leaned into Ray’s personal space and whispered, “Nutella with fudge swirl.”
“Wow,” I said. “Do you all cook?”
Ethan snorted, and Nico shook his head.
“Vaughn and I do most of the heavy lifting when it comes to cooking, but Archer is getting damn good at making ice cream.” Ray turned to his friend. “Okay, maybe you can hang out here a little longer.”
They ended up staying for a few hours, entertaining me with shared stories that required both verbal and physical reenactments as we killed three pizzas and at least a gallon of that insane Nutella ice cream.
I couldn’t remember a time when I’d laughed so hard or eaten so much, and I didn’t know which made my stomach hurt more.
When the sun went down, Ray escorted them to the door, saying out loud what everyone already knew.
“I want to be alone with Atticus now.”
My face heated from anticipation instead of embarrassment.
Ray had held me close, stroking my arm or rubbing my leg all night, to keep me aware of his presence beside me.
I waited until the last man was through the door before I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the floor.
By the time Ray turned the dead bolt, I’d already shucked my pants and underwear and stood completely nude in the dimly lit space.
I turned to face the wall of windows, watching the lit boats drift by on the river.
Ray’s footfalls grew louder as he approached from the kitchen, and I caught his reflection in the window.
His body and face were tense with desire as he raked his gaze over me.
Ray stopped directly behind me, his body so close I could feel the heat rising from it.
He snaked an arm around my waist and settled a hand low on my belly.
Ray dipped his free hand between our bodies and cupped my ass with the other.
“I don’t store supplies down here, and I don’t want to pause to go get them,” Ray rasped into my ear. “I am going to drop to my knees and open you with my tongue. Then I’m going to take you upstairs so you can ride my dick. Does that sound good to you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered and pushed my ass against his palm.
Ray took my earlobe between his teeth and tugged, sending a spark of pleasure straight to my balls. “How do you feel about reverse cowboy?”
I reached behind me and cupped Ray’s thick erection. “Big fan.”
“Makes two of us.”
Ray pressed a kiss to my ear and patted my ass. Then he released me long enough to circle his fingers around my wrists and place my hands on the window. “For support.”
“Good thinking.”
Ray dropped to his knees, still fully dressed, and the reflection of me standing naked before him was so damn sexy.
Gripping my cheeks in both hands, Ray pulled them apart and moaned as if there was nothing he wanted more than to eat my ass.
I thought I’d be prepared for the sensation of a hot, wet tongue against my pucker, but I’d been so damn wrong.
“Oh! Oh my god!”
Ray’s laugh vibrated against my sensitive flesh as he circled the rim again and again, slowly and sensually, his hot breath stimulating me to new heights.
When he sucked on my pucker, I nearly lost my legs.
Leaning forward, I braced my forearms on the cool glass, and Ray came with me, burying his face deeper between my cheeks and wiggling the tip of his tongue into the tight ring of muscles.
Ray growled and worked deeper inside me, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking me until I became a whimpering mass of bone, muscle, and flesh.
I arched into the pleasure, pushing my ass in his face for more.
“Please,” I said when I couldn’t take the shallow penetration another minute.
My begging made him chuckle, but Ray withdrew his tongue and slapped my ass as he stood up behind me.
The erection straining against his jeans looked painful, and I really, really wanted to make him feel better.
I reached for his belt, but he stopped me with a gentle hand on my wrist. “I’ve thought of nothing else but getting you alone for the past few hours, and hearing your needy little moans while I tongue-fucked you has me primed and ready to go off. ”
“Just one little kiss?” I asked.
Ray answered by hoisting me over his shoulder like a fireman. “No.”
I couldn’t resist fondling his magnificent ass as he took the steps two at a time. Ray carefully set me on the ground and immediately tackled his clothes.
“Top drawer,” he growled when he was down to his boxers. “Condoms and lube.”
I felt his eyes on me, so I bent over farther than necessary to remove the protection and lube from the drawer.
“You’re so wet from my tongue. I want to make you even wetter with my cum.”
Spinning toward him, I said, “I get tested regularly and take PrEP. You can come inside me.”
Ray was on me, cupping my face and kissing me deeply.
“Same. I get tested and take the meds, even though it’s been three years since…
” He kissed me again, slower and so tender it made my heart ache.
When Ray pulled back, he just stared into my eyes.
“I want that intimacy with you, no more barriers, but only if you’re sure. ”
I understood he hadn’t only meant the thin layer of latex; Ray had meant the walls he’d built to keep his heart safe.
I was ready to tear his defenses down, one brick at a time if needed, but it meant so much more to me that Ray had voluntarily let me in.
I didn’t trust myself to speak without crying, so I tossed the condoms back in the drawer and slammed it shut.
Ray hooked his thumb in his boxer briefs and shoved them down his legs.
His erection slapped against his abdomen, thick and ready to fuck me.
He stretched out on the bed and crooked a finger for me to follow.
I straddled his thighs, facing away from him, and braced my hands above his knees while he stretched and prepped my ass with lube.
Once his thick fingers disappeared from my channel, I looked over my shoulder and watched Ray slick himself, his mouth slack and eyes half-closed.
“Better save some of that for me.”
Meeting my gaze, Ray gripped my hip with one hand and lined his dick up to my entrance with the other. “Nice and slow,” he cautioned, guiding me onto his thick head.
My breath snagged in my throat as Ray groaned. The burn and pressure were a lot at this angle, but I loved the way I stretched around his dick. Judging by the sexy little snarls, Ray enjoyed the view as much as I loved the penetration. His fingers tightened on my hip, and he lowered me further.
“So sexy taking me in. Damn, your ass is so hot and greedy.”
“Give me more,” I demanded. “Please.”
Ray snapped his hips up, burying his cock to the hilt inside me. I cried out, digging my fingers into his legs as my ass settled onto his pelvis. “You okay?” he asked.
“So good.” I undulated my hips, rocking myself on his shaft. “Ready for more.”
Ray’s hands disappeared from my body, and I whimpered from the loss. “You wanted to climb this cock, now show me what you wanted to do with it.”
I set an easy pace at first because I’d never felt so stretched and full. The pressure could’ve turned to pain in an instant, and I didn’t want anything to spoil the delirious pleasure building inside me. Up and down, long and slow, I rode that magnificent cock.
“I won’t last,” Ray warned. “Get yourself off.”
“Going to pump me full?” I sat fully on his cock, arched my back, and rode him with shallow thrusts, knowing it wouldn’t give him all the friction he craved.
“Oh Christ. Fuck yes,” Ray growled as he gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his shaft. “Jerk yourself off.”
I spat in my palm and stroked my dick as Ray controlled the pace of our fucking.
My head fell back, and my balls tightened as pleasure peaked to the point of pain.
Ray pulled me down as he bucked up once more, driving himself to the hilt and holding me still as he jetted his release inside me.
Feeling him flood my channel was enough to trigger my release.
I put my hand on the mattress between his thighs and chased my orgasm, giving him a view as I rode his wet, dripping cock.
I eased off him, squeezed my pucker, and felt some of his spunk drip down my balls.
“Fuck,” Ray growled. He snatched my waist and pulled me down on top of him, then rolled us onto our sides to spoon behind me. “I know we need to clean up, but I want to hold you for a minute.”
“Mmmm,” I said dreamily. “I could stay like this forever.”
Ray pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “Careful what you offer me because I might just take you up on it.”
Nestling deeper into his embrace, I smiled. “Not afraid.”