Chapter 33
Marty
It’s wild to think about how this all started.
From annoying the hell out of each other, to fucking, to exchanging I-love-yous.
On my way back to the apartment, I knew I’d wind up confessing my feelings for him, so it was a shock to hear him say those words first. Maybe he’s not the only one who can be an oblivious fuck sometimes.
There’s no question or doubt in my mind. I love this man.
We make our way to the couch. Ryan’s always been skilled, but all that talent is on full display once we’re out of our clothes.
He scoops me up by my thighs and rests me on my back on the sofa cushions.
His mouth travels down my throat, probing and exploring like this is the first time he’s ever tasted my flesh.
I roll my head back and moan, fully embracing the moment, reveling in how my nerves still perk up when they feel his warm, wet tongue grazing across my skin.
Suddenly he groans, which is hot as fuck until he whispers, “Dax is still here.”
Fuck.
He pulls away and eyes the hall. “Let me put the door hanger up in the bathroom so we don’t get interrupted.”
Technically, we’ve already been interrupted, but I bite my tongue as he hops up, his fully hard cock shaking about with his swole muscles as he rushes to give our friend a fair warning, and as he returns in a jog, I’m sort of annoyed.
“Look who’s gotten better about the rules.”
“Just worried he might try to join in.” He winks before grabbing lube from the duffel bag by the couch. “Now…where the fuck…were we?” he asks between kisses.
I don’t even hear him pump the lube before I feel his slick cock against my crack, and he’s pushing in steadily, my body welcoming him.
All the tension and uneasiness of the past week fade as he glides into me.
This is so much easier than that first fuck—as though all this time we’ve been fucking has been to train my ass to take him.
He hits that familiar spot, the one he first introduced me to, the one he’s pleasured for me so many times since we first realized the power of this chemistry between us.
My body bursts with excitement, my nerves hypersensitive to the touch, making each tongue-filled kiss, each caress of his hand that much more satisfying.
As he thrusts, he leans back, gazing down at me, and I bask in the attention from his blue eyes as he looks more exposed than ever before.
It’s not only his body that’s naked, but his soul too, like he knows I see all the pain he’s going through, and he’s not hiding any of it from me.
Trusting me with this part of him. There’s something so satisfying about sharing this moment with him, knowing for at least this time, I’m able to pull him from the darkness looming over him.
He rests his hand against the side of my face, trailing his thumb across my cheek as he offers some more thrusts. As stressed as I’ve been the past week, I find it so easy to let go and embrace everything he gives me.
“Never thought this ass would be giving you so much pleasure, did you?” I ask.
“Just like you never thought you’d be hungry for my dick.”
With another thrust, I arch my back as sensations pool through me. “Jesus Christ, Ry,” I say, moaning.
He moves closer, offering a few more kisses before he whispers, “Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please,” I say immediately, since I’m not above begging.
He growls. “Now that we’ve said I love you, you know when I come inside you, that means you’re all mine.”
Heat builds in my face as this powerful urgency overtakes me. I grip his ass, pulling him with each thrust, encouraging his hard work. I want to be all his. “Is that what it means?” I ask. “So when I come in you next time, you’re all mine.”
He hesitates, though I notice he’s smirking as he says, “Nah. You already got me.”
Before I can tell him he clearly already has me too, his lips mash down against mine and he really fucks me good.
My body trembles as his quick pace sends spirals of sensation through me, forcing moans past my lips.
Considering we haven’t messed around much lately, it’s such a beautiful reminder of how good it feels when we share moments like these.
Of why my body was struggling so much without it.
I’m so accustomed to his movements now, it’s easy to tell when he’s close, and I know how he is about wanting me to come first, so I tell him, “Do it, Ryan. Come inside me.”
“But you need to come too.”
“I want to come after you mark me.”
His smile curls against my face before he leans back, hooking his arms in the crooks of my legs.
His muscles expand and contract as he offers slow, deliberate pumps, the pumps of a man who knows how to satisfy me.
He bites his bottom lip and frees one of his arms, positioning his hand behind my neck to keep me in place as he continues his work, gazing into my eyes until his expression twists up in that familiar way.
“I’m coming,” he warns. “I’m fucking coming.”
A quick series of thrusts lets me know we’ve reached the end and he’s filling me up. And with one more thrust, it’s too much for me. As that intense urgency takes over, I reach out, gripping the sides of the couch to keep my hands from reaching down to my cock, but he slows his movements.
“Not quite yet,” he warns.
Fuck him and his goddamn edging.
“I’m right there,” I tell him, sneaking a peek and seeing his wicked expression. My body trembles, alive with sensation, trapped in this suspended bliss that feels so electric, it might kill me.
“Almost,” Ryan whispers as he strokes my abs, which twitch at his touch. “You like how I’ve learned your body so well that I know exactly how to work it?”
“Please, Ry…”
I feel everything. His palm. Each breath I take.
The sweat gliding down the side of my face.
Every nerve in my goddamn body is ready to erupt when he forces in again, moving in quick succession.
The urgency shifts to an explosive release, and I moan as the warmth rushes across my abs, up to my chest.
“Holy fuck,” Ryan mutters as another rush pushes out, settling near my navel. He doesn’t let up, hitting that tender spot until I’m empty, like he’s making up for delaying my release. His expression is lit up, his smile back as he seems to marvel at what he can do to me.
And it’s everything. I’m high, delirious with pleasure.
He strokes my abs, and when I look at him, he’s scooping some of my cum with his thumb, raising it to his face for a quick taste. “Mmm.” He leans down, close to me. “Tastes better when you’re mine.”
I can’t help laughing, and a shift of his cock against my prostate sends another powerful sensation through me. I roll my eyes back, moaning.
“I like this expression much better than the glares,” he teases, making me laugh.
Then we lock gazes before he moves close, nuzzling his nose against mine.
“I’ll be okay, Mart,” he whispers, and it sounds like a promise. For the first time since all this stuff with his parents came up, I really believe it.
We exchange another kiss before there’s a knock from farther back in the apartment. Dax’s muffled voice comes from the bathroom. “Uh…I don’t want to ruin anything, but you guys finished? I’m really hungry, and I’d like to get into some clean clothes.”
Dax couldn’t have had better timing, and Ryan and I burst into a fit of laughs, his cock still buried inside me. He slides his arms under mine, tugging me close.
“What do you say? Wanna get some dinner with Dax, I’ll watch you both play video games, then maybe recreate this once he gets to bed?”
“Depends,” I say, playing coy. “We gonna put on a movie?”
He winces. “Okay, but no horror right before bed.”
We snicker again before there’s another knock from the bathroom. “Uh…guys?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” Ryan calls out.
“Ry, you’re still inside me,” I remind him, since apparently he’s forgotten we’re naked and he’s still got his cock against my prostate.
“Oh fuck. One minute!”
That really gets me laughing. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Well, at least you know I’m still the same old oblivious Ryan. Who really doesn’t want to pull out right now.” He pouts.
And honestly, I don’t want him to take his cock out either.
He presses some of his weight against me, then nestles his face against my cheek, offering the gentlest of kisses.
It’s a moment that’s so perfect. A moment I want to keep him in for as long as I can before real life intrudes again.
I wrap my arms around him, keeping him close.
Stealing a few more seconds, but knowing this is really only the beginning of many more sweet moments with Ryan, who hasn’t just claimed my body, but my heart.