“Connor.” It comes out breathless.
Fucking hell.
“You want my dick, Ryan? Does that ass of yours want to swallow it, to take it deep? You want me to fill you, baby?” My balls draw tight, abs clenching as a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine. “Oh, fucking hell. Fuck. I’m coming. Ryan. Fuck. I’m coming.”
My eyes flutter closed as I fill my boxer briefs, all because I ran my fucking mouth and pushed myself over the edge.
Ryan keeps fucking my fist, keeps grinding his ass on my dick, grunting hard and loud as I writhe beneath him.
Then something hits my lips. My eyes open just as a rope of cum shoots out of Ryan, then lands on my chin.
He’s coming.
I look up and he’s staring at my face. No, my mouth.
My tongue swipes my upper lip. Fuck. It’s cum.
His cum.
His taste.
My hand works him as I take more into my mouth. No one has tasted him. Just me.
Only me.
“Oh, God.” His jaw drops, body tense and shaking as he continues to come. “Connor. Connor.”
“That’s it, baby. Give it all to me.”
After a few more seconds, he starts squirming and lets go of my hand. When I release him he tucks himself away before maneuvering off me and sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Ryan?”
No answer.
I sit up, adjusting myself as I scoot next to him, not caring my hand is covered in cum.
His hands are trembling, and he’s staring at the floor.
No.
Fuck. Please. No.
“Ryan, talk to me.” I move away a little, giving him some space. “Ry?”
His breaths saw in and out, knee bouncing. He grips the material of his navy-blue joggers.
I race to his bed, grab his bear, then come back and give it to him.
He takes it, clutching it close. He shakes his head, eyes closed. “I don’t want to be like this.”
“You pushed yourself.” I kneel in front of him, trying to get him to look at me. “You could have stopped, Ry. You didn’t have to—”
“I . . . I liked it. With you. Wanted it. And I was okay during.” He wipes his eyes. “But now I keep thinking about what they did.”
My pulse spikes and my ears start to ring. I fucking swear, I want to murder someone right now.
He sniffles, knee bouncing faster. “They . . . did that to me too. In the shower. Restrained me.” Tears fall down his cheeks. “But it wasn’t just—”
