Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
JONES
Ryan’s towel went flying over the bed and his hard cock was finally pressed against mine with no barriers between us—just the way I wanted it.
“The results are in my pants’ pocket. Let me go get them,” he said, attempting to get off me. I pulled him back to my side.
“I don’t need to see them. I trust you,” I told him.
He melted into my arms again. We kissed, sharing lips and tongues until I was leaking a puddle onto my stomach.
I fisted our erections, and Ryan moaned into my mouth. He pulled away, eyes blazing blue and so fucking dazzling. He was so beautiful.
I hadn’t been lying when I told him I’d always thought so. Maybe not our very first meeting with him sobbing until he was red in the face, but after that? He’d become the sun of my summers .
“Wait, slow down,” Ryan huffed and put a pause on my hand movement. “We should talk about some things first.”
“What’s there to talk about?”
I kissed down his neck and really tried my best not to leave any marks on his delicate skin, because Karla would definitely notice.
The noise he made from the teasing of my lips was telling me to do the opposite of slower. I pressed soft kisses across his sexy collarbone, then licked a circle around his nipple, before sucking it between my teeth.
“Hold on, that’s not supposed to feel?—”
The rest of his words were cut off by a loud moan when I teased his other neglected bud.
“Fuck, Jones, you’re killing me here,” he breathed.
I smiled with his nipple still between my teeth and sucked harder when I felt a spurt of his precum dribble down my hard length.
He enjoyed having his nipples played with, and I was so here for that. I was more than happy to keep my mouth right here on his chest.
“Fuck, wait,” he sternly said and pushed my face away. “I’m being serious here.”
I grumbled, but took a few calming breaths to control my desire. Ryan climbed off my lap, much to my displeasure, but he took my hand in his and settled beside me.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked and played with his fingers to distract myself from the fact that I’d much rather be playing with something else right now.
He shifted in his seat, looking a tad bit nervous.
“You know you can tell me anything, Ryan,” I said, hoping to comfort him.
“I know. It’s just embarrassing.” He let out a frustrated-sounding sigh, then continued, “I’ve only topped with men before, and then when I heard you were a masochist?—”
I pouted over how this was still going around town. Having my sexual preferences discussed by old ladies who’d watched me grow up was not my idea of a good time.
Ryan chuckled and stroked the back of my hand. “And that’s exactly my point. I heard the rumors, assumed they were true, then made even more assumptions, thinking you’d want to bottom. So before we get carried away, I want to ask you what you want. How do you want me?”
His eyes sparkled again as he waited for an answer. I pushed him onto his back, unable to stop myself from kissing him again.
“I want you in any way you’ll have me. In every way, if you’d let me,” I replied.
“Yeah?” he confirmed with a smile.
“I think you’re underestimating what you do to me. If I could, I’d keep you to this bed and have my way with you forever,” I said, completely serious.
Ryan merely laughed, probably thinking I was joking. I wasn’t going to correct him and scare him away with my obsession.
“You said you’ve only topped before. Have you ever wanted to bottom?” I asked.
He pulled his plump lip between his teeth, clearly nervous again.
“You don’t have to force yourself,” I quickly added. “Trust me, I’m more than happy to have your cock inside of me.”
That got a smile out of him, and he released his lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but it’s a little scary, you know? And fuck, you’re not exactly small either,” he said, wearily glancing at my tall and proud dick.
“That wasn’t meant to be a compliment,” he grumbled and poked my mushroom head. He freaking poked my dick!
“Hey! Treat it with respect!” I cried out.
He laughed, and I kissed him again. He arched underneath me, his body fitting against mine like two pieces of a puzzle.
Our kiss lingered until Ryan rocked his hips. Need shot up through my spine, and I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I want you inside me,” I said with a shaky breath.
“Yes, that, yes,” he murmured. His hands found my ass cheeks and gave them a tight squeeze. “Fuck, where’s the lube?”
I pulled the bottle from the bedside drawer and handed it to him. He pushed out from under me, flipping our positions so that I was the one lying under him.
“I’ll make this so good for you,” he said, kissing me.
“I’m sure you will,” I replied against his lips. I heard the sound of the bottle cap, then the cool liquid was pushed against my hole.
He didn’t need much pressure to slip a digit inside. I was ready. The desire for this having accumulated through the years until I was near my breaking point.
“Ryan, more. Please…fuck, I need you,” I pleaded. He’d stretched me with three fingers, not forgetting to hit that magical spot with each thrust inside. If he kept going on like this, I was going to come before I got what I wanted.
Ryan pulled out his digits, and I whimpered at the sudden feeling of loss. My hole felt so empty, and I needed it to be filled.
“You’re the beautiful one,” Ryan murmured, eyes fixed on my twitching hole. The emptiness was becoming unbearable now, but Ryan didn’t rush, no matter how much I begged him. He took his time slicking himself up.
Eyes locked with mine, he slowly stroked himself. Soft moonlight drifted in from the window, casting him in a sensual glow that almost had my heart stopping. I didn’t think my heart could take it if I saw him like this in the sunlight.
Even all snotty and teary-eyed, this man had captured me, so how could I not be hopelessly and utterly captivated now when he was finally mine?
“Ryan…please,” I begged again, spreading my legs in open invitation.
His molten gaze filled with desire for me was too much to handle. It was making my entire body ache. I’d waited ten long years—even longer if we counted the years spent pining for him while by his side. I didn’t want to wait any longer.
Ryan finally put me out of my misery and lined himself up. My hole twitched again in a needy kiss to his mushroom head.
“I love you, Jones,” he said, pushing my legs up to gain better access.
“I love you?—”
The rest of my words were cut off in a choking moan as he pushed in. His hips were unyielding as he thrust hard until he reached the deepest part of me.
“Jones, fuck . You’re so tight, so fucking tight. So fucking perfect for me. You were meant for me,” he babbled, eyes glowing slightly with crazed lust.
“Yes, yes. I’m yours. Fuck, Ryan, you need to move,” I gasped. My hands clawed at his back, probably leaving streaks of red on his sensitive skin, but he didn’t seem to care. He bucked his hips instead, slamming into me hard and making sure to slide against my prostate like a fucking pro.
“Oh, fuck, Jones. I can’t—I’m not gonna last… ”
I was close, too. Each of his thrusts had lightning shooting down my legs, but I pushed the orgasm back. I wanted—no, needed —to see him come. I needed to watch him come apart to know that he was really here with me, and that I was the one making him feel this good.
“Come inside me,” I demanded and slammed my hips up to meet his. He groaned, the sound fucking music to my ears, then stilled and painted my insides with the evidence of his pleasure.
My eyes were locked on him, unwilling to miss a single one of his expressions as he shattered from his orgasm. My cock throbbed, and precum leaked onto my stomach, but I ignored it and feasted on his pleasure instead.
I could barely breathe, seeing him like this with his head tilted back, lips parted ever so slightly in a moan, and the powerful knowledge that I was the one who made him look like this.
Ryan drew in a lungful of air, slowing his breath as he pushed his hips and lodged himself impossibly deeper inside of me.
“I want to stay here forever,” he whispered, lips dropping to press that declaration to mine.
“I’m not gonna complain,” I replied and wrapped my legs around his back to lock him there.
He chuckled, then his gaze moved down to my still hard cock. I hissed when he palmed it. The pleasure restarted my system, reminding me I still hadn’t come .
“How close are you?” he asked right into my ear, then sucked on my earlobe.
“So, so close,” I managed to get out. If he kept playing with my ear like that, I was gonna spill all over his hand. His mouth moved down to my cheekbone and returned to suck on my bottom lip.
“Then how would you like to come inside of me?” he asked.
I was lost in his kiss, and it took a second for me to fully comprehend the words.
“Wait, what?” I asked, wondering if I’d misheard him.
“You”—he punctuated the word with a squeeze of my dick that had me whimpering like a baby to keep from coming—“inside of me.”
I just stared at him for a moment, breath uneven, ass still clenching around his soft dick. The thought of our position reversed…being the first—and only person if I could help it—to come inside of him…it made my chest ache.
“But you said it scared you,” I stammered.
“Sure, but I can’t keep running away when I’m scared. Nothing but regret comes from that,” he said softly, and I knew he was still thinking about the summer he ran away from me.
I stroked his cheek. “As much as I really, really want to, like I told you earlier, you don’t have to force yourself. I’m already satisfied with this.”
“Well, I’m not. You’re not the only one greedy for this, Jones.
I also want you every way I can. I want to feel you inside of me.
I trust you and know you’d never hurt me.
Plus, I figured it’ll be easier on me when I’m already relaxed from an intense orgasm.
” He spoke with confidence, but there was still a hint of fear in those blues.