31. Ryan #2
With the party in full swing, and no one even close to moving toward the door, I remember I have a bedroom with a door that locks and a beanbag chair that would look amazing with a half-naked Malcolm on his hands and knees.
Knowing he’ll follow me because he is, in fact, clingy as fuck, I excuse myself from my conversation with Charlie and go into my room.
By the time Mal comes in, I’ve got the lube and a flesh light on the beanbag and a dick so hard, I had to open my pants.
“For the record,” he says, “You barely beat me back here. You look so fucking hot when you’re mingling.”
“Shut the fuck up and get over here.”
He glances at the beanbag. “Is that for me?”
“Hope you don’t mind getting fucked to karaoke.”
He untucks his shirt and finishes unbuttoning it. “Always been a fantasy of mine.”
“I missed you today,” I tell him.
“You say that every day.”
That’s probably true, but today I actually mean something more by it. “Do you think if we both did the show full-time we’d get a book offer or something?” I ask.
He stops with his shirt halfway down his arms. “Are you proposing…a partnership?”
I grin at him. “Something like that.”
His brows lift. “Then I have a proposal for you . Bailey told me she knows of someone in her complex who’s moving out next month. She said she could get us an early look.”
“Whoa—what?”
He shrugs and removes his shirt. “We can talk about it later. ”
Malcolm knows exactly how much I like Bailey’s apartment complex, and while Deacon’s great, and I know he and Malcolm are becoming friends, the idea of having a place of our own—a perfect place…
Okay, now I really need inside him. He’s gotten really good over the last few weeks at speaking my love language.
Now he’s not getting naked fast enough. I walk over to him and get started on his pants, tugging him in the direction of the beanbag at the same time.
He unbuttons my shirt as we move. When we make it the short distance, I kiss him and slide my hands down the back of his slacks. “Holy—” I pull my mouth away from his and meet his eyes, unable to keep from squeezing the silky fabric I just discovered encasing his ass.
“What’s happening here?” I ask.
“See for yourself,” he says, all slut and shining eyes.
I push his pants down to reveal the satin undies he’s sporting. They’re black with lace insets on the hips. They also have a slit in front that his erection has made its way through, and my brain melts down. “Man panties?” I say.
“They feel amazing on my skin,” he says, voice low and sexy.
“They’re obscene.”
“Mmhm.”
“Is there…?” My fingers slide through another open seam in the back and my dick throbs hard. “Where the fuck did you find these?”
“The Castro,” he says.
“You fucking slut.” Those are the only words I manage before I’m all over him, kissing him and fondling his hole and grinding my cock against his.
He shoves his free hand into my hair and wraps his casted arm around my back. He’s got a plug in, and I remove that, tossing it away while he gasps into my open mouth .
“I was planning to pound your ass, but now I need to look at you.”
“I love you,” he whispers.
“Lie down.”
The beanbag might as well be a sex chair for all the things we can do with it.
The versatile piece accommodates every sexual position we’ve been able to dream up.
He fluffs it around a little before climbing in, legs spread.
I get undressed quick, but leave my socks on, impatient to be on him. In him .
“Legs up,” I demand.
He obeys, sliding his forearms beneath his thighs and hiking his long legs back. His stretched hole shines with leftover lube from the plug, and it’s my mouth’s first stop.
“Fuck, Ry ,” he groans as I kneel to lick his rim and suck at his opening.
The black satin against my cheeks is such a turn on, I’m leaking everywhere.
I want to ask him what gave him the idea to wear something like these, but my mouth is busy with higher pursuits.
Moving up, I suck his balls into my mouth before taking a turn with his cock.
The sweet taste of his precum explodes on my tongue, and I groan around him.
“Babe—oh my God.”
The way he verbalizes literally everything never, ever gets old.
“You feel so good,” he goes on, whimpering. “I love your fucking mouth. I love you so much.”
I love him, too. He’s precious and irreplaceable. He’s everything, and he’s mine. I know because I’ve claimed him repeatedly, and I’m about to do it again.
Sliding my mouth off his cock, I sit back on my knees and lube up. He watches with a glaze of lust in his eyes as my hand moves up and down my shaft. I spit onto his hole, and he jerks, shuddering when my aim is perfect .
Three things get Mal off best. One is being treated like a whore while everyone gets into position, the second is being treated like my greatest treasure once I’m inside him. The third and final thing is a deep, thorough fuck where I do whatever he tells me to.
With my hands holding his legs, I enter him on a slow, hot slide, eyes on his face while his neck arches, and his eyes flutter shut. His lips part as he pants and stretches to accommodate me. “ Fffuuucckkk yes… ”
“Tell me you bought more of these. In every color,” I say, caressing the satin covering his ass cheeks.
“I can. If you like them.”
“I love them. You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“ Mmmph …thanks,” he says, voice strained. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s the only one I want,” I add, just to make sure he doesn’t misunderstand. Actual pussy is the furthest thing from my mind tonight. I’ve wanted nothing but this from the first time we kissed.
“I love you, Ryan,” he says again.
I bend over him, wrapping my hands beneath his neck. I kiss his mouth and stroke my cock slowly inside him.
Distantly, I hear Nathan on the mic singing “Killing Me Softly,” and it’s not bad. Better than the Skid Row ballad I’ve had running on a loop in my head for two straight days.
Malcolm’s body is warm and tight, giving feedback all over the place, from the tightening of his thighs around my back to the press of his fingertips on my waist. The pace of his breaths. The rhythmic clench of his hole. The chaotic mess of his kiss.
His cock throbs between our abs, and I go a little rougher. I keep kissing him to stop him from making too much noise, but I’m feeling pretty good too, so the grunts are coming from both of us .
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he says.
“Prove it.”
I kiss his neck and thrust faster, increasing the friction on his dick and chasing the release zapping up and down my legs and spine. He grabs for my ass and holds me deep, working himself against me until he bursts with a cry and a full body spasm. “ Ryan—Jesus .”
I grunt. “ Mmph —fuck yeah, baby, I love that so much.” The way his orgasm feels on my cock is goddamn heaven, and I bite his shoulder as I come with a growl, my load shooting in hot spurts as my dick jerks inside his tight, clenched channel.
My breath escapes me in jagged gasps while his chest heaves against mine.
His limbs are all around me. I couldn’t move if I tried, and I don’t want to. Burrowing my face between his neck and shoulder, I soak in his warmth. The words:
“I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” I whisper, knowing no matter what, it’ll always be true.
“Should we get back to the party?” he asks.
“No,” I say. “They’re fine. I want to be right here.”
“ And work with me every day?”
“If I can manage to keep my hands off you.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he says, annoyed.
It’s allowed. I’m still pretty good at finishing my homework before I take my treat, so to speak.
“What about the apartment?” he asks.
“ Very interested,” I tell him.
“Yeah?”
“Why do you sound surprised?”
His hands move up and down my slightly sweaty back. “That’s a lot of me time. ”
“You’ve been here twenty-five days in a row. Do you hear me complaining?”
“You get a break when you go to work, though.”
“I don’t need a break from you,” I tell him. I can’t get enough. I’m not sure I ever will.
“Even I need breaks from me,” he says.
“Well, you don’t get the amazing view.”
He laughs quietly and gives my ass a soft slap. “I’m pretty happy with the view from here.”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” I tell him.
“It’s more than that,” he says.
I move slightly so I can see him. “Care to share?”
“I would if there was a word I knew for it.”
“Try. You can even use sentences.”
“Okay.” He takes a deep breath, and there’s something softly shy in his gaze that I love. “It’s like belonging, sort of? Like I belong here with you. This is right , Ryan. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I do. And you do belong with me, dumbass. You always did. I tried to tell you.”
He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine. “I told you I’m not as smart as you.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say. “Infuriatingly perfect.”
“Emphasis on infuriating?”
I kiss him before saying, “Depends on the day.”
His arms and legs loosen, and I shift, my softened dick sliding out of him. We turn onto our sides and, ignoring the mess between us, cuddle close, like we always used to, but better.
Bailey belts out “Africa” from the living room, and I smile, my thumb moving back and forth over Mal’s sexy nipple. “What are you thinking about?” I ask.
Running his hand through my hair, he sighs and says, “I’m thinking…best summer ever.”