Chapter Thirteen
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mason
I hadn’t been expecting things to escalate so quickly, but as soon as Ryan had mentioned keeping my voice down, I’d known I wanted to show him just how good I could be with my mouth.
It wasn’t where I’d expected our conversation about High School Musical to lead, but then again, this was me and Ryan and everything we did together surprised me.
We’d grabbed our tea and Ryan’s stuff off the counter—because leaving it lying around would definitely arouse suspicion if Jonny came into the kitchen—and headed straight up to my room.
As soon as we’d put everything down, Ryan pulled me into a fierce kiss, his fingers tangling in the front of my T-shirt. I groaned as he nipped my lip, my hands snaking around his waist and under the floaty leopard-print shirt he was wearing. I’d always loved Ryan’s style, how bright and vibrant it was, just like his personality. But right now I wanted to see his clothes on my bedroom floor instead of on him.
I tugged the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, sad for a second that we’d had to stop kissing until I realised it gave me another opportunity to watch him get naked. And I’d never get enough of seeing Ryan naked.
“Tell me what you want,” Ryan said, standing on tiptoes to brush his lips against mine as he pulled at the hem of my T-shirt. “No guessing games, no maybes… tell me what you want.”
I let out a shaky breath as he stripped me of my T-shirt, forcing my desires out from behind my teeth. “I want to try sucking you off. I want to know what it feels like to have your dick in my mouth. And I… I want you to come in my mouth too. I need to know what you taste like, Ry.”
Ryan smirked but I could see how wide his eyes were, and a little flush of smugness filled my chest, knowing I’d made him feel like that. “You’ve licked cum off my fingers before,” he said softly.
“I know, but I bet it tastes different when you paint my tongue with it.”
He groaned and tipped his head forward to rest it against my collarbone. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“I hope not,” I said with a broken chuckle. “Then how am I gonna suck your dick?”
Ryan snorted, looking up at me with a new fondness I’d not seen before. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Luckily, you’re cute too.”
“I’ll take that.” I reached down to cup his jaw and draw him in for a kiss. “I’ve never been the ridiculous one before. Everyone always says I’m the sensible one.”
“Yes, but you also hang out with people who play games called flaming asshole, so I’m not considering any of them beacons of reasonable behaviour.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I said, pressing my lips to his and savouring the softness. “But I’m not here to talk about them.”
“I know. You’re here to learn to suck dick.” He kissed me again before adding, “And your dedication to your learning is admirable.”
I laughed. “I’ve always been a good student.” Another kiss, slower this time, before I sank to my knees on the threadbare carpet, thankful I was still wearing my joggers. If I was gonna spend a lot of time kneeling, maybe I’d have to invest in a rug or something so I didn’t get carpet burn.
Ryan was watching me with interest, his eyes wide and chest heaving, his dark nipples pebbled and hard. But they weren’t as interesting as the bulge in the front of the loose, brightly patterned trousers that was right at my eye level. I ran my fingers across it, feeling the weight of his hard cock and loving the soft gasp that slipped from Ryan’s lips when I touched him.
Reaching for the wide waistband, I slowly pulled them down over his thick thighs to expose his skin-tight lime green trunks, the fabric straining as his erection stretched it tight. There was a tiny wet patch forming on the front, right by the head of his cock. I tilted my head before leaning forward and running my tongue over the spot, curious to see what it tasted like. It was mostly fabric but there was something else there too… salty and musky.
Ryan groaned, his hand digging into my shoulder. I smirked, pleased that something so simple could elicit such a delicious reaction.
I did it again, flattening my tongue and running it up the length of his fabric-covered cock, drawing another desperate moan from Ryan’s throat. Part of me thought about reminding him to be quiet before Jonny barged in asking all sorts of awkward questions, but the rest of me didn’t care. I wanted to know exactly what sounds Ryan made when I licked, sucked, and touched him.
His cock jumped against my tongue and I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the cloth-covered shaft before reaching up and sliding my fingers under the waistband of his trunks. I’d already seen his cock multiple times but never this close up, and a groan slipped from my lips as I tugged his underwear down to release him. Ryan’s dick was slightly thicker than mine but shorter, with a curve at the tip and a broad mushroom head that glistened with precum as his foreskin rolled back.
I licked my lips as my mouth watered in anticipation, desperate to find out what it felt like on my tongue. Would it stretch my lips wide? Would it make me gag? I’d probably have to use my hand as well, at least at first. I tried to think of all the things my previous partners had done to me when they’d given me blow jobs, and for the first time I seriously considered that it was more complicated than just stick dick into mouth .
Sure, that was the principle. But simply doing that didn’t mean it would be any good. And I so wanted it to be good for Ryan.
“Don’t rush,” he said as his other hand brushed through my hair, his nails gently scratching my scalp in a way that made me shiver with delight. “Take your time. And don’t feel like you have to take it all. I want you to enjoy it.”
“But I want you to enjoy it too,” I said, looking up at him and feeling my own cock throb at the pleasure and desire burning in his eyes. It felt like I was being gazed on by a hungry god, and I was desperate to worship him.
“I will, trust me.”
“You could just be saying that to make me feel good.”
“No, I won’t,” he said. “If it feels bad, I’ll tell you. I’ll guide you… I’m not going to unleash you on the men of this world with bad dick-sucking skills.”
My heart gave a sudden twist and I resisted the urge to rub it. Technically, it was true—we weren’t dating and this arrangement was just so I could practice and explore. So why did it feel wrong when Ryan talked about me being with other people?
This wasn’t the time to think about it, though. Not when I had his dick begging for attention right in front of my face.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, pumping it a couple of times because I couldn’t fucking resist, especially not when it made Ryan groan in the way he was now. I tilted my body forward, opening my mouth and sliding my tongue out to lick a wide stripe across the head of his cock. The skin was softer than I’d imagined, like kissing silk.
Ryan moaned, low and needy as his fingers dug into my shoulder and scalp.
I grinned and flicked my tongue out again, sweeping it across the silky, sensitive skin and licking up the precum dripping out of his slit. It was salty and a little sweet—different to the cum I’d licked off his fingers last week when I’d been curious. The scent of him filled my senses, rich and deep and unexpected. There was also something tart and fruity clinging to his skin, and I realised it was the cherry soap he used.
I was never going to be able to look at cherries in the same way.
Ryan groaned again, the sound going straight to my cock. It was intoxicating and if I ever convinced him to let me record it, my cock would be rubbed raw from how many times I jerked off to it.
I licked his cock again, letting my saliva drip down his shaft to wet my fingers as I slowly pumped them up and down, dragging another moan from Ryan’s chest. Then I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and began to slowly take him into my mouth. For all my desperation, I didn’t want to gag and choke or somehow mess up and make the whole experience terrible.
We weren’t in a rush. We could take as long as we wanted. And I intended to draw this out for as long as possible.
I let his cock stretch my lips out and rest on my tongue, giving myself a moment to get used to the feeling. And fuck, it felt good. I really had been missing out.
“Mmm, that’s it,” Ryan said in that rich, desperate tone he used when he was enjoying himself but still wanted to give me orders. “Your mouth feels so good, Mason. And your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Mmm, you really do belong on your knees, baby. Do you like it?”
I moaned and nodded, being careful not to suddenly jerk his cock or catch him with my teeth.
“I thought you would,” he continued as he rubbed his fingers through my hair. “You like making me feel good, don’t you?” I moaned again, taking his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I tried to swallow around him, but it was awkward and instead saliva dripped down my chin. But it must have felt good because Ryan moaned again. “Fuck, Mason, that’s it. Mmm, do you want to try moving? Just bob your head slowly… that’s it… not too fast and don’t, fuck, don’t go too deep… not yet… shit, baby, just like that… mmm, use your hand…”
His instructions were gentle but firm, guiding me to what I needed to do to bring him the most pleasure. My own cock was hard enough to pound nails between my legs, but even though I was desperate to get myself off, that wasn’t my priority. Ryan was.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Ryan said as I began to build up a slow rhythm, moving my hand and head in sync to work his cock. I knew it wouldn’t be the best blow job he’d ever had and it wouldn’t be the best one I’d ever give, but this was just the start and like everything else, I was determined to practice and perfect my skills until I could make him come screaming my name every time.
I hummed questioningly around his cock, hoping it’d come through that I was checking on him as I took a little more of his shaft inside my mouth until it filled me .
“Oh shit, Mason,” Ryan said with a groan, his hips giving an aborted thrust as he stopped himself from using my mouth and making me choke on him. That idea was hot as fuck, though, and I was definitely saving it for later. It would feel so good to let him use me—just a big, pretty fucktoy for him to play with. I’d loved it when my exes had done that, straddling my face and riding my tongue until they came all over me.
I moaned and when Ryan pulled back, I let his cock slide from my mouth with a wet pop before looking up at him with slick lips and pleading eyes. “Please, Ry, use me. I want you to come.”
“Are you—”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure. I want you to use my mouth and get yourself off. Please, I fucking need to know what it feels like when you come. I need to taste it.”
Ryan groaned and leant down to seize my face and kiss me fiercely. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“I know.” I winked at him as I pumped his cock. “Now put your dick back in my mouth and fucking use me.”
My lips stretched around his dick as he filled my mouth again, my hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft to stop me taking him too deep. I groaned at the feel of him, loving the weight of his cock on my tongue.
I was going to want to do this a lot.
Ryan gave a tentative thrust and I groaned and grabbed his ass cheek, trying to encourage him to go faster. Not just for him but for me. He moaned and swore as he began to rock his hips and fuck my mouth. I tightened my lips around him and jerked his shaft as best I could, my other hand sliding down to the front of my joggers to palm my own cock roughly through the material.
“Fuck, Mason,” Ryan said with a deep groan as his fingers squeezed my shoulder. “You feel so fucking good… look so fucking perfect on your knees. I… I can’t believe you’d do this for me… fuck, baby…”
Another groan punched its way out of my chest as my eyes began to water. It might not have been what Ryan had imagined when I’d said I wanted to blow him, but doing this for him felt better than I’d ever imagined. Pleasing him… getting him off… It was everything I wanted when it came to sex.
Shit, if he called me a good boy, I’d be coming in my underwear and it’d show him just what a horny, uncontrolled mess I was.
It would be hot, though.
Ryan gasped and more sweet filth filled my ears, making me melt under his touch, and I wondered if he was close. The wet, slapping sounds of his cock slamming into my mouth echoed around me as saliva ran down my chin.
“I… I’m… fuck, Mason… can I come in your mouth?”
I groaned enthusiastically and nodded, gazing up at him with eager eyes and hoping to fuck he didn’t stop. I could feel my own orgasm starting to barrel towards me and if Ryan had been thinking about reciprocating, then he was going to be sorely disappointed.
“So fucking good,” Ryan said with a groan. “Such a good boy for me, Mason.”
I moaned and gasped, taking his cock deep into my mouth as my orgasm slammed into me with an embarrassing amount of force, filling my boxers with cum and sending waves of pleasure rushing through me. Ryan growled as his shaft thickened on my tongue and then pulsed as he came, filling my mouth with his release.
It was salty and bitter, and I tried to swallow as much of it as I could.
Ryan was panting and from my place on the floor, I watched his chest heave as a blissful smile stretched across his beautiful face. He was so fucking gorgeous that it stunned me. I wanted someone to paint his portrait so the beauty of his smile could live forever and in a hundred years people would still know how perfect he was.
He turned his smile to me as he slowly pulled his softening cock from my lips, dropping to the floor in front of me to kiss me deeply. His tongue licked into my mouth, tasting his release and drawing another moan from deep inside me. He tried to reach for the front of my joggers but I batted his hand away awkwardly.
“You don’t need to do that,” I said, my cheeks heating from both humiliation and how turned on I still was.
“Why not? Don’t you want me to?”
“Well, yeah but, er, you might need to give me a few minutes.” I swallowed. “I, er… fuck, this is… I came just before you… when you… when you called me good boy.” I said the last part very quickly and quietly, trying to turn my head away. I wasn’t embarrassed, not really, because I’d known for several years what I liked and what got me off. It was telling new partners that was awkward as fuck.
Because when you were my size, wanting to be used and be a good boy wasn’t what people expected. They imagined someone who fucked hard and rough, who took charge… all alpha male and dominant and shit. But that wasn’t me. And it never would be.
“Do you like that then?” Ryan said gently, reaching out to cradle my jaw and draw my eyes back to him. “Being used and wanted and praised?”
“Yeah,” I said with an awkward cough. “Yeah. Always have done. It’s… hot. And I like giving people pleasure.”
Ryan grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. “I thought so. You’re just full of delicious surprises, aren’t you, baby?” He hummed happily as he kissed me over and over. “And don’t be embarrassed. I love that you came in your pants for me. That’s so unbelievably hot—you have no idea.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he said, sitting back on his heels and looking at me. “You’re so bloody perfect, it’s unreal.”
I felt my stomach flip like I’d just gone over the drop of a rollercoaster. “Only for some people.”
“Then lucky me.” He slowly stood and offered me his hand. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you out of those messy clothes. And then we can watch High School Musical . If you’re still up for it.”
I grinned and pulled myself to my feet, barely using his offered hand so I didn’t pull him over. “Done. But don’t make me sing. I think you wrecked my throat.”
“Deal,” he said, stepping in to kiss me. “Next time then.”
“Next time,” I agreed, wondering whether the fuck I was getting in too deep.
But if I was… I wasn’t sure I cared.