Chapter 38
RYAN
I’m about to be naked, and the funny thing is, I’m not nervous.
Maybe it’s because we’ve done this before.
Not the losing my virginity part, obviously—that’s new territory, uncharted waters, here be dragons and all that—but the naked part.
Or maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe I’ve just been waiting for this moment for so long that the wanting has eclipsed everything else.
Oliver’s gaze travels down my body, lingering on my chest, my stomach, the obvious bulge straining against cotton. His pupils are blown wide, and there’s a hunger in his expression that makes me feel powerful in a way I’ve never experienced.
“God, Ryan.” His voice is rough. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this?”
“Probably as long as I’ve wanted to see you.” I hook my thumbs into my waistband. “Fair warning—I’m about to be completely naked.”
His lips twitch. “That’s the general idea.”
I push the briefs down and off, kicking them aside. The cool air hits my skin, and I resist the urge to cover myself. Instead, I stand there, letting Oliver look his fill.
My erection juts out from my body, flushed and eager, pointing straight ahead, seeking Oliver.
I’ve never thought of myself as particularly impressive in that department—average length, average girth, nothing to write home about.
But Oliver is staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Your turn,” I manage, my voice coming out breathier than intended.
Oliver doesn’t hesitate. He strips off his remaining clothes with the efficiency of an athlete used to quick changes, and suddenly he’s standing before me in nothing but moonlight and skin. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.
The sight of that tongue sends a bolt of heat straight to my groin.
“Oliver.” My voice cracks. “What happens ne—”
I don’t get to finish the word. Oliver closes the distance between us in two strides, his hands finding my hips and walking me backward until my knees hit the edge of my bed.
I fall onto the mattress with a graceless oof, and before I can process what’s happening, Oliver is kneeling between my legs.
“What are you—”
His mouth closes around me, and I scream.
Oliver’s mouth is hot and wet, and his tongue is doing something that makes my eyes cross.
He takes me deeper, his lips sliding down my shaft, and the suction combined with the sheer visual of Oliver Jacoby on his knees with my cock in his mouth is too much.
It’s all too much.
“Oliver, I’m going to—I can’t—it’s too—”
I try to warn him. I really do. But my body has other plans.
The orgasm hits me, sudden and devastating, pleasure crashing through me in waves that start at the tips of my toes and radiate upward to my brain until I’m nothing but sensation.
I come down Oliver’s throat, unable to stop myself, my hips jerking with each pulse as sounds I’ve never made before tear from my chest.
It lasts forever.
It lasts no time at all.
When it’s over, I collapse back against the mattress, gasping for air, staring at the ceiling.
Oliver pulls off with a wet sound that makes my spent cock twitch weakly. When I manage to lift my head, he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning like he just won the Stanley Cup.
“Oh God.” I throw an arm over my face, mortification flooding in to replace the pleasure. “That was—I lasted approximately twelve seconds. That’s humiliating.”
The mattress dips as Oliver climbs up beside me, gently moving my arm so he can see my face. “Hey. Don’t. It was hot.”
“It was embarrassing, is what it was.”
“Eh. Maybe a little embarrassing.” He kisses my forehead, then my nose, then the corner of my mouth. “But it was your first time getting sucked. It tends to be fast.”
“Twelve seconds, Oliver.”
“I wasn’t counting.”
“I was. Involuntarily. My brain kept track even while the rest of me was having a complete breakdown.”
“Ryan. Look at me.”
I do, reluctantly, expecting to see amusement or pity.
I find nothing but love.
“We have all night,” he says simply. “That was just the warm-up.”
“The warm-up?”
“Mm-hmm.” His hand traces down my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Give yourself a few minutes, and we’ll try again. Slower this time.”
I glance down at his erection, still hard and curved and waiting. He settles beside me, pulling me against his chest so my head rests over his heartbeat.
I let myself relax into him, my racing heart gradually slowing. “Oliver?”
“Mm?”
“That was the best twelve seconds of my life.”
His laughter shakes us both, and I find myself smiling. He’s right. We have all night.
And I intend to make the most of every second.