Is that something I want to do?
My dick throbs hard enough to hurt. Guess so.
Ryan groans and shoves his tongue deeper, fucking into my mouth, his hand snaking into my hair.
My throat's fucked. I can barely swallow my own spit, but I’m not going to stop. My dick is rock hard, pressing against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.
He looms over me, and I shift, sliding down. My teeth sink into his bottom lip and he groans.
“Fuck. So hot when you make that noise.” My voice is still hoarse. Wish I could say it’s from kissing him.
But it’s not.
Doesn’t matter. Not right now.
I cup the back of his head and pull his mouth tighter to mine. He takes my wrist and pulls my hand from his head, pinning it to my pillow. He does the same with the other.
My wrists flex against his grip, not trying to get free. Just . . . Fuck.
He swings a leg over me, straddling my thighs. My nipples tighten, then every nerve lights up when his dick presses against mine.
I thrust up, grinding against him. The angle's perfect. “Fuck. Feels so goddamn good.”
Ryan sits up, letting go of one hand but still holding my other. His brows furrow, teeth worrying his bottom lip.
“You okay?” I can barely get the words out, I’m so short of breath.
He doesn’t say anything but brings my hand closer, then guides it over his length. He grunts, pressing himself into my palm.
Oh. Fuck.
This is important, and I refuse to screw it up.
“Ryan, what do you want?” I look at him, but his eyes are still on my hand. “Take what you need. You’re in control.”
His hand covers mine and he squeezes them over his length.
My dick twitches, precum coating the inside of my boxers. He’s so fucking big, so thick and hard in my hand.
He starts rocking, pushing against my palm, his hand tightening over mine.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.”
His pupils are dilated, face flushed. But then those beautiful amber eyes drop to my neck and his brows furrow.
“No. Don’t. Not right now.”
He looks back up, biting his bottom lip again before pulling my hand away.
No. No. No.
My teeth clench together. My father has to ruin every fucking thing, even when he’s not here.
Ryan shifts, though not to get off me. He’s still holding onto my wrist, but his free hand pushes down the waistband of his joggers.
I hiss out a breath when his dick springs free, the head swollen and deep red, and fucking leaking.
My hips buck, pressing against his ass. God, his fucking dick makes me hot.
