Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
HARLEY
I watched in awe as Ryker’s body tensed beneath me, his back arching off the bed as he came for the third time. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth falling open in a silent scream before a broken moan tore from his throat. His cock pulsed between us, spilling more cum onto his stomach in spurts.
“Fuck, Harley—” Ryker’s voice cracked as his body surrendered to sensations that made coherent thought an endangered species.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them.
I’d had plenty of sex before. Good sex, great sex even.
But nothing had prepared me for finally having Ryker beneath me, around me, his body gripping mine as if he never wanted to let go.
After years of wanting him, years of casual flirting that masked genuine feelings, years of imagining what it would be like to have him this way, the reality was threatening to break me apart.
His body clenched around me, aftershocks of his orgasm rippling through him, and I almost lost it right then. I stilled my hips, fighting for any scrap of control.
“Don’t stop,” he urged, his voice wrecked. “Please don’t stop, Harley.”
How could I deny him anything when he whispered my name as a prayer?
I started moving again, every nerve ending in my body singing with pleasure like a choir of orgasms.
Ryker’s hands clutched at my shoulders, his fingertips pressing into my skin hard enough to leave marks. I hoped they would, because I wanted physical evidence of this moment, proof that it wasn’t another fantasy. His gaze possessed a vulnerability I rarely saw from him.
The truth smacked me upside the head when he reached up to touch my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip with surprising tenderness. The small, gentle gesture was my undoing.
We weren’t simply having sex. It wasn’t satisfying my lust or desire or culminating years of wanting. It was about love. I was making love with my best friend. The thought staggered me, making my rhythm falter for a moment before I found it again.
Ryker’s voice pulled me back. “Harley?”
I shook my head, unable to articulate my emotions yet. Instead, I leaned down to kiss him, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the press of my lips against his.
Beneath me, Ryker trembled, his body still sensitive from his multiple orgasms. Yet he moved with me, his hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. “Don’t hold back. I want to see you come.”
Even spent and oversensitive, he was thinking about my pleasure, still wanting to give me what I needed.
His words shattered what little control I had left.
My thrusts became faster, harder, more desperate.
The careful pace I’d maintained dissolved into a desperate, frantic pace that was only about getting closer faster.
Every fantasy I’d ever had paled in comparison to the reality of being with him.
My imagination never could have captured the way his eyes darkened when I hit just the right spot.
No dream could have replicated the feeling of his fingers digging into my skin, urging me deeper.
His gaze held mine, and the hunger there was familiar.
But beneath it was something new and breathtaking that made me feel I was home.
My hips jerked as I emptied into the condom, my entire body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. Ecstasy radiated outward from where we were joined, spreading through my limbs until even my fingertips tingled with it.
The orgasm left me physically spent, but it was the silence that followed that did it for me.
The years of hiding, of casual flirting that felt like a lie, of wanting so much more, was all gone, replaced by the simple, heavy weight of his arms embracing me.
In its place was a vulnerability so profound it felt like I’d been turned inside out.
I collapsed onto him, barely catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing him. My stomach tried to switch places with my throat as he hugged me closer. “Holy shit,” I said between breaths.
He snickered. “Holy shit is right. Wow.”
I pulled out, both of us wincing at the sensation. It felt like hell leaving his body, but I took care of the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the small trash can beside my bed.
Sprawled across the mattress, he looked debauched with his dark hair spiked up in all directions, his skin flushed pink, and his stomach covered in cum.
“Doing okay?” I asked, climbing back onto the bed beside him.
He shifted to make room for me, cringing as he moved. “Yeah, but I feel weirdly empty now.”
I paused, trying to gauge if he was uncomfortable with what we’d done. But then I caught the playful glint in his gray eyes, and the knot of anxiety in my stomach finally loosened.
“Well, I’d be happy to fill you up again,” I teased, settling next to him and pulling him against my chest. “All you have to do is say the word, snookums.”
He snorted, nestling into my arms with an ease that made my heart swell. “I’m going to need at least a day to recover first, you insatiable beast.”
“Only a day? I’m impressed.” I pressed a kiss to his temple, breathing in the scent of his shampoo mixed with sweat. “That’s fine. I can be patient.”
“You? Patient? Since when?”
I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it was despite being damp with sweat. “I waited three years for you, didn’t I?”
His laughter faded. “Yeah, you did.”
“Worth every second.” I reluctantly pulled away from Ryker, feeling the cool air hit my overheated skin. “Don’t move.”
I climbed out of the bed to head into the bathroom for a washcloth. As I wrung out the excess water, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, with flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and a smile I couldn’t have wiped off my face if I tried. Not when I finally had everything I had ever wanted.
When I returned to the bedroom on shaky legs, Ryker had shifted onto his side, flinching as he moved.
“Easy there,” I said, sitting beside him on the bed. I cleaned him up, taking care to be thorough but gentle.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sit comfortably for at least a week, maybe even two.” Ryker groaned, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Sorry,” I apologized, but I sounded a little too pleased with myself.
He continued his comic lament. “I’ll need to get a doctor’s note for my professors explaining why I have to attend class standing up for the foreseeable future.
‘Please excuse Ryker from sitting, as he has recently experienced catastrophic structural damage due to what can only be classified as a weapon of ass destruction.’”
I laughed, tossing the washcloth aside when I finished.
“Look at you coming three times while maintaining your ‘I was totally straight last month’ membership card. Your ass deserves a gold medal for Most Enthusiastic Career Change. From prudish heterosexual to champion power bottom in thirty days flat. Now, that’s what I call upward mobility. ”
“Trust me, no one’s more surprised than I am. I never thought I’d enjoy it so much. I can’t believe I managed it, to be honest. Or that all of you fit inside me.”
I stretched out beside him. “You were incredible. You have no idea how beautiful you looked, taking all of me.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” He snickered at his own joke. “If I’d known your dick was magical enough to give me multiple orgasms, I might have tried this sooner.”
I snorted, grateful for his ability to lighten the moment. “Magical dick? Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“There’s some serious dick physics at work here that science should study.”
“I’m touched by your newfound appreciation for my anatomy,” I deadpanned, trying to keep a straight face and failing. “Should I expect a certificate in the mail?”
We both dissolved into laughter, his body shaking against mine. As our amusement faded into comfortable silence, I traced lazy patterns on his shoulder. “Next time will be even better now that you know what to expect. Or we can try different positions if you’re up for it.”
“I’m amazed it was good enough for me to consider a repeat performance.”
“Have you ever imagined riding me?” I asked. “You’d have more control that way, and I’d get to watch you work yourself on my cock, which would be sexy as fuck.”
His cheeks flushed crimson, but his pupils dilated at the suggestion. “I can’t think about that yet.” He snorted in amusement. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only because I’m with you,” I said, my tone shifting from playful to sincere. “You know that, right? The physical stuff was fucking incredible, but being with you makes everything more special.”
“Uh-oh, you’re going to risk ruining your reputation as a fuckboy if you keep saying sweet things like that.”
The playful energy between us settled, replaced by a quiet intensity that had nothing to do with the afterglow of sex.
“I love you, Ryker.” It felt incredible to say it without fearing the sentiment would chase him away. “I have for a long time.”
“Is this the part where I’m supposed to say your magical dick made me fall in love with you? Because that seems like a lot of pressure to put on one body part.”
I shifted us so we were face-to-face, making sure he could see my sincerity. “I’m in love with you. Have been since the beginning. But I will accept partial credit on behalf of my dick, if that helps.”
Ryker’s expression softened as his humor turned into vulnerability. “I love you, too. And not only for your dick, even though you’ve ruined me for sitting comfortably in public places for the rest of my life.”
“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I laughed, pulling him in for a kiss that started light but deepened.
When we broke apart, he was smiling a rare, genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“We are,” I confirmed, my heart bursting with happiness. “You’re stuck with me now, snookums.”
“God help me,” he groaned, but he nestled closer.
Somewhere, the universe was having a good laugh at our expense.
But for once, I was laughing, too, giddy knowing that the best friendship of my life had just leveled up in the most spectacular way possible.
If I’d known all it would take was traumatizing him with an accidental peep show and his mother’s awful matchmaking skills, I would have orchestrated the disaster years ago to reach our happily ever after.