Chapter 3
Drew
Jesus Christ, my husband is so fucking beautiful.
His long dark hair is hanging loose around his face and brushing his shoulders.
A tattooed body that I know better than the back of my own hand on full display.
Lean muscles taut as he uses those sexy thigh muscles to fuck himself on my cock.
I could watch him on top of me all day and it has me considering recording these moments so I can watch them on repeat.
Smoothing my hands up Ryan’s sides, I twist on his pebbled nipples, watching how his lips form around a moan.
Fuck, I love the way he sounds. Bracing my hands back on his sides, I pump my hips up to meet his thrusts, our skin slapping loudly.
Ryan's head flies back. Yes, my pretty boy likes it when I take control.
“Look at me,” I command, waiting until his lust filled eyes lock with mine.
“I’m going to fuck you now, it’s going to be fast and brutal and you are going to jerk that cock until you paint me with your cum.
” There goes his jaw again. Falling open as he nods quickly.
“Good boy. Now hold on tight,” I warn him before planting the soles of my feet on the rug below us and start to fuck up into my husband’s tight, hot ass.
Ryan's body bouncing erratically on top of me, his hand working frantically over his cock as I pound up into him. Skin slapping on skin in a brutal rhythm, Ryan’s cries and moans start to create an erotic soundtrack to our lovemaking.
My own harsh breaths join the fray, already close to the edge from his impromptu blow job, I’m struggling to hold back my orgasm.
I lose the fight entirely when Ryan’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he roars out his orgasm as he shoots ropes of cum across my chest to my chin.
“Fuck sweetheart, your ass is choking my dick.” I groan, losing all rhythm, I slam up one last time, pulling Ryan down to wedge my cock deep as I cum. Body tense, everything flashes white for a moment. I might have even passed out for all I know.
By the time I come back to reality, chest still heaving as I try to regulate my breathing, I wrap my arms around Ryan and hold him against me.
Sweat cooling on our bodies and cum drying between us, we lay panting on top of the rug.
I try not to think about the amount of dog hairs I'm going to have stuck to my ass.
“So, when are we heading to the lake?” Ryan, the love of my life doesn’t even bother to lift his head to look at me as he shatters yet another of my plans. He must feel my body tense up below him because he starts to chuckle, knowing full and well I was trying to be sneaky.
“How?? How do you always know?” I ask genuinely flabbergasted.
“Because you suck at hiding, and I rule at finding. In other words. Magic,” he whispers, spreading his hands in the air to emphasize the word. I want to be angry but the orgasm glow is still lingering, so I just laugh it off.
“I booked the cabin for the fourth of July weekend.” I finally admit while I idly trace the tattoo designs on his back.
“Awesome, we should invite the guys up for the one day, have our cookout at the lake. Best of both worlds. We get a few days alone. No cell service or wifi, and still get to celebrate ‘Merica with our friends.”
I think about it for a second. It kind of is the best of both. We get our quality time and time to be social. “Sounds great, ask the guys tomorrow,” I tell him, kissing his hair again and inhaling his scent. His skin smells like sex mixed with his own unique Ryan scent.
“I’ll message in the group chat. The shop is closed Sunday and Monday anyway.
They all just assumed they would be coming to our place so they won’t have plans.
” I nod, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, fighting back a yawn.
Fuck I’m old. Sitting up we both lean against the couch.
I watch over Ryan's shoulder as he fishes his phone out of his discarded jeans and opens the shop's group chat.
Rydog: Fourth of July party at the lake this year.
Cartman: Yeah, we know
Rydog: How the fuck do you know? I just told you.
Cartman: We’ve known for like a week dude. Roman and I already hired jet-skis. It’s going to be sick as fuck.
Ryan lifts his head and looks at me “Hey, don’t look at me, I have no idea what's going on, I spoke to Gavin and made sure your clients on that Friday were covered, I didn’t say anything about them joining us though.” The phone buzzing in his hand draws our attention back to the chat.
Bossman: How do I leave this chat? Stop adding me to group chats. I see enough of you assholes.
Peteypie: Oh I think this is my fault. I told everybody we should go up Sunday to celebrate Independence day with you guys… Surprise?.
I roll my eyes because, of course, this was my brother’s doing.