Chapter Five
Derek
It’s great having Ryan as a sounding board, someone to share my vision and provide feedback.
As we leave the room, I’m overflowing with excitement.
I can’t wait to get started on the remodelling—where before it was just a high-level concept, now I can imagine how amazing my home office is going to be and how much I’m going to enjoy working with the view of the garden and pool.
“How about a beer to celebrate?” I suggest. “And maybe a movie?”
“Sounds great but is it okay if I take a shower first?” Ryan asks. “Freshen up and get this sunscreen off?”
“Sure, go ahead.” I nod. “You can use the guest bathroom.”
He disappears into the guest room and I head for the kitchen, humming under my breath.
It’s been one of the best afternoons I can remember for a long time.
Ryan has a habit of putting a smile on my face.
I grab a couple of bottles of IPA and start throwing together a snack.
We may have only eaten recently but all the exercise in the pool worked up an appetite.
As I empty some olives into a small dish, I can hear the water running. I imagine Ryan under the spray but quickly blink away the image. I don’t need any more temptation. However, as the water turns off, I’m reminded that I haven’t replaced the towels. Damn.
I grab a fresh white towel from the cupboard and head to the bathroom and tap on the door. “Ryan, I’ve brought you a fresh towel. Do you want me to bring it in or leave it at the door?”
“Pass it through,” he responds.
I open the door slightly and pass the towel though the gap where Ryan takes it from my grasp.
A moment later the door opens wide and he steps through.
He’s wrapped the soft fabric around his waist, his skin still damp, a few drops of water beading on his chest. I’ve seen him half-naked all day today, but there’s something different knowing only the loosely tucked towel protects his modesty.
His slim hips draw attention to the bulge at his groin accentuated by the towel. Holy shit.
“Derek?” Ryan’s voice startles me from my observation—and admiration because damn!
I glance up, my heart skipping a beat as I realise he’s caught me staring.
His eyes lock onto mine. He might be the one standing there in nothing but a towel, but suddenly I feel exposed—I’m sure he can read everything on my face.
“Shit, sorry!” I say, face burning. “I…ah…well, never mind. I’ll give you some privacy.” I start to turn away, but Ryan speaks.
“Wait, Derek.” His voice is barely a whisper, but it stops me in my tracks.
I meet his eyes and what I see there is terrifying, but the magnetic pull between us is irresistible.
“Yes?”
“Is everything okay?” he asks softly, taking a tentative step towards me.
“Yeah,” I breathe, feeling the heat rise in my chest. “It’s just…”
Ryan licks his lip. “What?”
The charged atmosphere is palpable, so much desire simmering just below the surface.
I know that if either of us makes a move, there’ll be no turning back.
Time slows down. The air between us crackles with electricity, charged with anticipation.
I can see the lust in Ryan’s eyes, mirroring my own, and I know that we’re teetering on the edge of something life-changing.
“Derek,” Ryan whispers as he takes another step closer. He’s now only a hair’s breadth away and my heart pounds.
Oh God. I’ve wanted this for so long, but I’m frozen to the spot. I should back away. I should say no. I should do…something. Anything.
Ryan makes the decision for both of us when he leans in and presses his lips against mine. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but I’m unable to resist. “Fucking hell,” I whisper against his mouth before wrapping him in my arms and hauling him close.
The kiss quickly deepens. His tongue dances with mine, an exploration that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
As we kiss, my hands trace the lines of his body, visiting places I’ve only ever dreamt about—lingering on his slim waist and following the curve of his arse. He’s all hard planes and soft skin.
“God, Derek,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.
He presses closer, his erection nudging mine where it’s fighting to escape my board shorts.
I shove my leg between his and press my thigh against his cock.
He takes advantage and grinds against me, moaning before panting hotly against my throat.
The sound of his hitched breath and breathy gasps turns me on like nothing before.
“Fucking hell, Ryan. So damn sexy.”
“Please, Derek,” he gasps. “Don’t stop.”
“No way. Not stopping, swee—” The endearment freezes on my tongue. Fuck it! “That’s it, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
I slide the towel from his waist and let it fall to the floor.
He’s hot against me, heat radiating from every point of contact.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to take his mouth in another breathtaking kiss, while my hand moves lower exploring his gorgeous body.
He trembles when I traverse the sensitive skin at the crease of his thigh and groans when I wrap my fingers around his cock.
“Derek!” He vibrates in my arms and, damn, I love the sound of my name on his lips.
I stroke him, gently but insistently.
“May I?” I ask, my own voice rough with desire.
“Please,” Ryan says, his voice barely a whisper as his body strains.
I sink to my knees on the soft carpet, so I’m face to face with his cock.
It’s a thing of beauty, long and pale with a ruddy tip.
I inhale deeply, regretful that his natural scent is masked by shower gel.
My breath ghosts over his straining erection as I look up.
His thighs tremble under my palms, and then, without breaking eye contact, I take him into my mouth.
It’s everything I dreamed of and I give in to the feel of him on my tongue and filling my mouth.
I draw him to the back of my throat, swallowing around the head of his cock and earning a grunt of pleasure.
Ryan’s hands fly to my head before he quickly lets go.
I pull off, but only so I can grab his hands and place them on either side of my head.
I want him to set the pace. He doesn’t need much encouragement and soon he’s holding me still, moving back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth.
The sensation is indescribable—the slide over my tongue, the nudge to the back of my throat, the look in his eyes as he holds my gaze.
Saliva dribbles from the corners of my mouth as he picks up speed, my own arousal amping up.
I shove my hand into my board shorts to give my cock some relief while focusing on Ryan’s face.
He’s so goddamned sexy as he tries to keep control, teeth biting into his bottom lip, nostrils flaring.
“Fuck, Derek,” he gasps. “I’m… I’m close.”
I double my efforts, sucking and laving, bringing him to the edge. His legs shake as he tumbles over and floods my mouth. I hold him tight as he rides out his climax, swallowing pulse after pulse. Oh my God! Ryan is coming in my mouth, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
He finally pulls free and drops to kneel in front of me.
He starts to speak but I lean in and catch his mouth in another blistering kiss.
I taste him on my tongue, and he groans as he licks my lip.
Wrapping him in my arms, I pull him close.
His hand finds my cock, and now it’s my turn to groan at the sensation.
Fucking hell. His grip is firm as he starts to stroke, and I’m so turned on, I know it won’t take long.
I press my face to the side of his neck as he jerks me off.
“Fuck. That’s it. Oh, God, yes. Fuuck.” The words leave my mouth, but Ryan doesn’t need my encouragement—he plays me like a symphony.
My muscles quiver as my stomach tightens, the pleasure building in intensity until I explode between us.
My orgasm seems to go on forever and Ryan’s hold is the only thing keeping me upright.
Just when sensitivity threatens to overwhelm, he releases his grip on my cock, but not the arm that’s wrapped around my shoulders.
His grip tightens for a moment, as if he’s afraid to let go.
I know how he feels. I don’t want to part, because what if this is the last time I’ll get to be close to him like this?
However, gradually the mood changes. I can feel it in the tightening of his body, but I’m not ready.
I tug him to the carpet where we lie, catching our breath.
Ryan’s head is on my chest and he can no doubt hear my heart racing a mile a minute.
It’s not just the exertion, it’s the emotions that have taken up residence in my heart.
Finally, Ryan moves. He meets my gaze, but there’s something there I don’t want to see—uncertainty, nervousness? I hope to God it’s not regret.
“Was that okay?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper, scared of his reply.
A smile slowly tugs his lips. “More than okay. It was…perfect.”
“Good,” I say, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” The admission feels like a weight lifted off my chest.
He nods but doesn’t say anything. For a moment, we just stare at each other. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I don’t ask. I’m not ready for that conversation or for hearing something I don’t want to hear.
“Come on, let’s clean up.” I give Ryan a playful nudge to lighten the mood. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
He laughs and clambers to his feet. It takes me a moment longer because my shorts are awkwardly bunched around my hips. I reach for the discarded towel and toss it his way. Ryan catches it smoothly and wipes his hands. “Back in a sec. I’m just going to wash up and throw on some clothes.”
I watch his back as he heads to the bathroom like he did just a short while ago. So little time has passed, but everything has changed. I’m not sure what it means for the future, but one thing I do know is there’s no going back.