“Take it out. Show me.”
His eyes widen.
“I won’t touch, but if you’re using my cum as lube, fucking show me.”
He pulls his waistband down, taking his dick out. It's just as large and thick as the rest of him. And coated with me.
Mine.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Fuck.” One hand braces against the desk as he works himself. “Oh, fuck . . . Connor.”
His mouth drops open, a strangled groan escaping as he comes. On me.
Rope after rope hits my body, landing on my stomach and my dick.
My hips lift, chasing it.
Wanting it.
When his orgasm ends, Ryan straightens, blinking and looking me over. “I didn’t mean to . . . I’m sorry.”
“Don’t fucking apologize.”
His eyes meet mine. “Was . . . was it good?”
“Yes. Are you okay?” Last thing I want is for him to spiral, for what we did to break him.
“Y-yeah.”
I shift to get off the desk. “Do you need space?”
“Doyou?”
I snort. “I’m fine. Just need a shower.”
And I am.
I liked it. His hand. Those calloused fingers. The way it felt when he squeezed just right. God, I wasted too much fucking energy freaking out after Raiyne gave me that blowjob, denying I might be into men.
Not anymore.
But it’s more than that. Ryan didn’t have a panic attack. He’s smirking. Blushing. Like he’s proud of himself.
The corner of my mouth curves up before I can stop it.
Shit.
Chapter 15
Ryan
It’s chilly for the second week of September, at least compared to last year. Gray clouds drift across the sky, partially blocking the sun. The cooler weather might make the run easier for Eli.
He texted me last night, asking if I wanted to go to breakfast. But I didn’t want to give up my routine. Running clears my head. But then he suggested we run into town to Sweet Mama’s. Been there once. Great portion size. So, I agreed.
Didn’t think I’d be excited, but I am.
It’s nice to have friends.
