I can’t stop the smile from spreading, even if it messes with the kiss. Every time he allows me to touch him somewhere new makes me feel like a goddamn king.
“You buy yourself some new panties?” I ask in between kisses.
“Mhm.” He straddles me, then starts grinding. “Lots of new ones.”
“Fuuuck.” I grip the blanket, my hips moving in sync with his. “So fucking hard right now.”
“Me too.” Ryan's panting, grinding harder as his tongue fucks my mouth. “Want . . . you to . . . fuck me.”
“You sure?”
He nods and I damn near come.
Ryan climbs off me to strip out of his clothes. No hesitation this time. And fuck, his cock's fully hard, thick and leaking. His nipples tight, peaked buds. My eyes drop to those massive fucking thighs I hope to run my hands over one day.
Ryan tilts his head, one eyebrow quirked. “Gonna stare all day or get naked?”
Bossy fucker.
I pop the button on my jeans and yank them off, then my shirt. I grab the base of my dick, squeezing as he reaches for a bottle of lube from his nightstand, then tosses it onto the bed.
He pushes me down until my back hits the mattress, straddles me, then takes both our dicks into his hand and strokes.
My hips punch up. “Fuck!”
Ryan’s eyelids are half-mast, his lips slightly parted. “I want to ride you. Feel you stretch me. Need it so bad.”
“Baby, keep talking like that and I won’t last another minute.”
He strokes slowly, dragging his palm up our shafts, thumb sliding through the precum leaking from our tips. The angle changes when he thrusts, and our dicks slide against each other.
I start fucking into his grip, feeling every ridge and vein of his dick pressed against mine.
“Touch me.” Ryan grabs my wrist with his free hand, prying my fingers from the death grip I've got on the sheets, then placing it on his left hip. “Here. This is okay.”
His skin's hot under my palm. When my thumb brushes over his hip bone his breath hitches—a sharp intake that turns into a low groan.
That chest hitch happens again, the one that means I'm completely fucked over this man. “Fuck, Ryan. You're gonna kill me.”
He starts guiding my hand lower toward his thigh. Toward the scars.
“No.” I yank it back up to where it just was. “Not happening.”
“Please, Connor, I want—”
“I won’t let you push yourself. Or me. Your hip’s fucking perfect right now.” I thrust up harder. “Still gonna fuck you. Still want inside you.”
He moans and speeds up his strokes.
“Get yourself ready for me, baby. Or do you want me to?”
“I got it.” Ryan grabs the lube, pouring it over his fingers. He shifts onto his side, reaching behind himself, and I watch his face change as he pushes his fingers in.
“You've done this before?”
His eyes flutter closed. “Yeah, I’ve . . . played with . . . my ass.”
Ryan's breath gets choppy as he works himself open . . . and fuck, he’s the hottest thing I've ever seen. His dick bobs every time he pushes deeper, precum dripping onto my stomach. His thighs are shaking, those massive fucking legs spreading wider as he opens himself up.
