Chapter 50
Forty-Nine
I Knew I Loved You
Spence
We tumble through the front door of the condo, a tangle of limbs and desperation.
Our mouths are fused together, tongues clashing, teeth nipping.
We've been kissing like this since we left the fundraiser—on the street waiting for the car, in the backseat of my limo, in the elevator, and pinned against the wall in the hallway outside my door.
I walk us backward toward the bedroom, shedding my tux jacket, tie, and unbuttoning my shirt.
I push Ryan on the bed, his eyes dark with lust. His leg has healed nicely, so I get to be a little more rough with him.
I point at him, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “Strip down to nothing but that top. I'm going to take a shower.” He scrambles to unbutton his pants, and I add, “And get the lube out. I don't want to have to fish it out later.”
In the master bath, I strip down and step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me.
After a couple minutes, I hear Ryan's needy whines from the bedroom, “Spennnnce,” and I chuckle, but my nerves are a live wire.
I'm about to give Ryan something I've never given anyone—my ultimate trust. I take my time, washing thoroughly, preparing myself for what's to come.
When I'm ready, I dry off quickly. Then I waltz into the bedroom, my hard cock bobbing with each step, drops of water still drying on my chest. Ryan's eyes widen, and he licks his bottom lip. “Fuck, Spence. Look at you. A literal wet dream.”
I tap his feet. “Scoot over.” He shimmies to one side, and I climb onto the bed, crawling up to him. I grab his chin and kiss him—deep and dirty.
Then I drop onto my belly. My heart's hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.
I've never done this before, never let anyone have me like this, but with Ryan it feels different.
Safe. I turn my head to see him with his eyes fixed on my ass, and a hunger in his eyes that makes my stomach flip.
I rub a knuckle across his abs, arch my back, and say, “What are you waiting for? Get down there and start eating.”
Ryan's eyes widen. “Don't fuck with me, Stark. You better be serious right now.” I run a finger from his chest to his navel, and say, “Eat. My. Ass.”
He scrambles faster than I’ve ever seen him move, getting up on his knees behind me. I feel his hands massage their way up my legs until he’s settling himself between my thighs. The gentleness of it unravels me.
He grabs both of my ass cheeks and jiggles them. “Oh my God. It's like my own peach festival back here.” I let out a laugh that quickly turns to a gasp when he spreads me open and plants his face between my cheeks, his tongue snaking out for a tentative lick.
Holy shit!
Ryan wastes no time escalating to a full-fledged oral assault on my hole. I bury my face in the pillow and scream. I never knew it could feel like this—the wild, swirly moves of his tongue send electric shocks through my body, making me feel raw and exposed and cared for all at once.
I moan embarrassingly loud, lifting up on hands and knees, pushing back on his face. He wraps his arms around my hips and eats like it's his last meal, and God, I feel so owned, so completely his in this moment.
I throw my head back. “Fucking-fuck Ryan, what are you doing to me?!” He comes up wrecked, hair wild, lips swollen, eyes dark.
He grins. “What am I doing? I'm doing the alphabet with my tongue. Every jock knows that trick. Here, I’ll spell my whole name.” He dives back in, and apparently, his name is the password to get into euphoria, because…
“Jesus fuck, Ryan!”
He smacks my ass. “Guess what?”
“This better be good, Ry—"
“I licked it and put my name on it, so now it's mine.”
I bark a laugh. “Just get back to—oh my god.” My head drops down and I’m writhing in ecstasy again.
After several minutes of intense sensation, my body trembles, and I fall flat. “Stop stop stop. I need a minute.”
Ryan scoots up laughing. “Told you I was going to eat that sexy ass one day.”
“You win,” I concede.
He spanks me, and I raise a brow. “Don't push it.”
He just grins at me. “You're fun.”
I pull myself up, legs still shaky. “Get your back against the headboard.” He shifts into place, and I straddle him face-to-face, trying to look confident even though my insides are fluttering.
“Well, hello,” he teases. I tap his chin up and kiss him deep. His hands roam to my ass and squeeze.
Breaking the kiss, I grab the lube, and pop the cap. “Hold out your hand,” I tell him. I pour lube into his palm, then drop my forehead against his. “Now open me up, baby.”
Ryan's eyes widen. “Are—are you sure, Spence?”
I shush him, my voice softer than I think I’s ever been. “Let me give you my trust.”
He kisses me softly, reverently. “I love you so fucking much, Spence.”
My heart pounds so hard I think he can feel it against his chest. “I love you too. Now introduce me to my prostate.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grips my cock with one hand and reaches under my balls with the other. He's gentle and slow, teasing at first, testing one finger. It burns a little but isn't bad, just foreign, a stretch I've never given myself over to before. He sinks deeper, continues stroking my cock. “Breathe.”
I inhale, exhale, and he sinks deeper. Then he crooks his finger, and I light up.
“Holy fuck!” I grip the headboard.
“There it is,” he coos.
I rest my head on my forearm, groaning as he keeps tapping my spot. “More,” I breathe.
He works in a second finger, then a third, scissoring. I grind down, fucking myself on his fingers, amazed at how my body is opening for him, how good it feels to be filled.
When my legs shake and I can't take more, I grab the lube, pour it on my palm, and reach back to stroke his cock.
It's beautiful in my hand, not as thick as mine but with a nice heft to it, and definitely longer.
My boyfriend is well hung, I think, and then I catch myself.
Boyfriend. That's so weird to say in my head, but I like it. I like it so much it aches.
He stills, pulls his fingers out gently, and grips my thighs. “Are you sure?”
I nod, because I am, I'm surer than I've been about anything. I hold his cock and start to sink. “Take it slow, babe,” he says. “You have control. Take it at your pace. I'm just going to sit here and enjoy the view.”
I groan and press down until the head pops through. I gasp and still, my body adjusting, my mind reeling at the intrusion.
He rubs my thighs. “I'm gonna need you to breathe, baby.” I breathe, slowly sinking down until I feel his groin pressed against my ass. “That's it, you're taking it all, Perfect.”
I maneuver for better control, then begin moving up and down. It shifts from discomfort to pure pleasure—this fullness I've never known I needed. I lean forward, kiss him deeply, shift to a faster ride.
Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead against his. “You're so fucking big, Ry.”
He laughs. “Definitely not a starter dick. But neither is yours. You're doing great, Spence.”
I grab his face. “Ryan.”
“What do you need?”
“I want you to put me on my back and make me your whore for the night. Show me how good jocks can fuck.”
“Jesus, Spence.”
“I mean it, Ryan. I need you to fuck my brains out.”
He gently pulls out, then in one swift motion, scoops me up and pins me on my back. I feel vulnerable like this, exposed, and I love it because it's him. He kneels, spreads my legs, applies more lube, and gently sinks back inside. The stretch is deeper from this angle, and I whimper, overwhelmed.
Ryan leans forward, framing my face between his arms.
“You ready?”
I swallow, nodding.
He kisses me. “Say it again. Tell me you love me.”
I clasp my hands behind his head.
“I love you. Now fuck me.”
What follows is skin meeting skin, moans, endless kisses, his balls slapping my ass. We alternate between fast, frenzied thrusts and slow grinding, and I'm lost in it, in him, in this thing between us that's bigger than just sex.
“Ryan, I need to come,” I finally say.
He grins, then leans back. I reach for my cock, but he knocks my hand away. “No. I get you off.”
“Oh god. That shouldn't be hot.”
Ryan grins wider, then uses that strong body of his to pound into me while stroking my impossibly hard length. In no time, he has me shouting, “Ryan, fuck, Ryan, please!”
He switches the angle for a direct hit on my prostate. Two strokes and I groan, “I’m gonna come, Ry.”
“Give it to me, Perfect.”
Two more pegs of my prostate and two more strokes of my cock—and I’m spilling over with the most explosive climax ever, my whole body shaking with it, my vision going white at the edges.
When I'm drained, Ryan leans forward and fucks me through the tail end, and I feel so claimed, so thoroughly his.
“I'm going to mark this ass as mine.” I nod.
“Fucking do it.” He lets out a strangled moan, warm release flooding inside, and I feel it, feel him filling me.
It's the most intimate thing I've ever experienced.
He collapses on top, his heavy body grounding me to this moment, this perfect, ridiculous, overwhelming moment.
We catch our breath, then both start laughing, giddy and spent and stupid in love. Ryan pulls out carefully, then rolls over. I roll onto my stomach, and he reaches over to twirl a finger through my hair.
“You good?” he asks. “Was that okay for you?”
“Was that okay?” I scoff. “That was fucking earth-shattering, Ryan,” I tell him softly. “Best orgasm of my life.”
His smile lights up the room. “Don't go turning into a full-time bottom on me, Spence. I need that dick.”
“Never happening,” I laugh. “But we're definitely working this into the rotation.”
“Deal,” he says with a wink. Then he reaches down and gently rubs my ass. “I remember you, you know? From the shelter.”
Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on one hand. With the other, I draw small circles on his chest. “You do?”
Ryan turns his head to devastate me with those kind eyes. “I mean, I had no idea this whole time.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t either. Not until your sisters were showing me pictures last night and Tammy—your Aunt Iris—was in one of them.”
Ryan hums softly and says, “She’s the best. She taught me the importance of giving back.
” He runs his thumb across my lower lip.
“But now that I know… I remember meeting you. I only went with her a few times, so I didn’t meet a lot of teens my age there.
I don’t think it would have mattered, though? ”
“Why?”
Ryan leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “Because I thought you were just as beautiful then as I do now.”
Fuck me. I’m a goddamn fool for resisting this man’s heart for so long. “Ryan—”
“Shh. You don’t need to say anything. It’s written all over your face,” he says with a softness that guts me.
“I do love you, Ryan. I didn’t think it would ever be a possibility for me again, but I love you so deeply it hurts.”
He just shrugs. “I know.”
I pinch his nipple and he yelps. “Did that hurt?” I tease. “Good. Cocky bastard.”
Ryan covers his nipple and laughs so rich and warm that I fall a little bit deeper. “I knew, Perfect. I was just waiting for you to figure it out for yourself. And Spence?”
“Yeah?”
“I would have waited a lifetime.”
I kiss him because that’s all I can manage right now.
He pats my ass again and says, “We’ve had a rough and emotional few days, so we can wait a little while to start, but we’re going talk about our pasts.
Our damage. A little at a time okay? I’ll cook.
We’ll talk. We’ll fuck. A good time will be had by all. ”
I bark out a genuine laugh—something I find myself doing more often in his presence.
Remind me to send the universe a gift basket.
Aligning my jaded, closed-off heart with a lighthearted, funny, sweet jock with an ass that won’t quit was the right play.
I will make it my life’s mission to protect his sparkle.
“I would like that, Ry,” I tell him.
“Good.” He kisses me again. “Stay there. I’ll get a warm washcloth.”
Ryan gets up, and I watch his spectacular ass striding into the bathroom.
Yeah, definitely never giving that up.