Ben reacts to the genuine threat in Ryan's voice, backing off and dropping his hand. "Ok, ok." He rolls his eyes. "Jesus, you're a selfish bastard. Keeping this gorgeous man to yourself should be considered a crime, you know."
He's only messing around, but Ryan isn't in the mood to play along. He's too worked up on wanting to fuck me to pretend at being nice.
"I'm taking him for a break," Ryan tells Ben like it isn't even a question.
Luckily Ben is not an easy man to intimidate. Ben used to work for the Winters family, back in the day, before he opened The Refuge, and it would take more than a jealous and possessive boyfriend to frighten him out of being a flirtatious nightmare. "Oh, yeah, you'retakinghim, I'm sure." He wiggles his eyebrows at me. "You feel like making this a group activity, let me know."
I flip him the bird. To stop Ryan from challenging Ben to a duel or something equally deranged, I brace my hands on the bar and leap over it. I might not be a heavyweight like Ryan, but I'm limber and fast. Had to be, living on the streets didn't give me much choice but to hone what little advantages I had physically.
"I'll be back in a bit!" I call to Ben as I grab Ryan and start dragging him away towards the bathroom, not bothering to hide my intent from Ben. There's no point in being stealthy. He'll know no matter what and I'm not giving up the chance to get fucked by my boyfriend just to avoid having the piss taken out of me.
The Refuge only has one large bathroom. It used to be two separate ones, but Ben knocked down a wall and made it into a lone communal bathroom. Ben keeps it surprisingly clean given that it's in a busy bar that stays open until five in the morning. It's decorated in blue and green tile with six toilet stalls, the same number of urinals and twice as many sinks and mirrors.
Ryan takes over the moment we cross the bathroom threshold. He grabs my bicep and manhandles me into a toilet stall, shoving me up against one of the stall panels, hard. He takes a second just to look at me, keeping a hand pressed to the middle of my chest so I'm pinned in place. There's raw possession in his eyes as he drags them over my body again and again, setting me on fire without having to touch me, skin on skin. I'll never know how he does it, and I don't care, as long he keeps on doing it.
My cock is now uncomfortably hard, begging for release from inside my too-small shorts. "Come on, Ry, please. Please fuck me. I need it," I beg shamelessly.
Ryan groans, hanging his head as he tries to hold onto his self-control. He likes it when I beg and I like giving him everything he wants, because I know he'll give me the same in return.
"Princess," he warns, eyes flitting back up to latch onto mine. They look darker in the dim light of the bathroom. As ever, there are shadows passing over his face that I've spent years alternatively trying to catch hold of or banish. "Don't push. Be quiet."
I crack my head back against the stall panel and sigh, long and loud. I level him with a fierce look. "Make me, Ry. You gotta. You gottamake me."
Then, like a flash of lightning, like the speed of fucking sound, Ryan is on me again, crushing in close and taking my mouth in a kiss that reaches down deep into my gut andyanks. It hurts with how much I want this, how much I want him, just like this, alwaysjust like this.
As we kiss the hell out of each other, Ryan works on undoing the button and zipper on my shorts. He's quick with his fingers, releasing me from my leather prison and allowing me the chance to shimmy out of my shorts and underwear. I undo his jeans and encourage him with my hands to pull them down far enough that his erection is freed. I palm his large cock, hard and already leaking pre-cum. He's always so ready for me.
Ryan snatches hold of my hips when I let out a loud moan and try to bite at his bottom lip. He evades my teeth and drags his mouth back, leaving bare inches of space between my face and his. I can feel his warm breath on my face. His eyes are blazing with the need to destroy and repair. It should be conflicting, but it isn't. Not when the wreckage he'll make of me is the very same thing only he knows how to put back together again, because he was the first and only one to do both.
"Your hips are so tiny," he growls, chest rising and falling rapidly between us, brushing against mine as I pant to an even faster rhythm. "I feel like I couldbreak you." He follows that up by hefting me up off the ground, letting me wrap my legs around his waist.
A shock of need electrifies my body in response to the easy show of strength. I love it when he throws me around like I weigh nothing to him. On some people that might come off as obnoxious, but Ryan is Ryan, so it just turns me on like a fucking light switch.
I raise my arms and wind them around his neck, pressing into him until we're touching at every conceivable point, including our mouths. Ryan takes control of the kiss and I let myself be mauled with his lips, tongue and teeth.
My erection is trapped between us and I roll my hips to gain a delicious bit of friction against his stomach. A broken sound erupts from between my lips when Ryan moves one hand away from my hip to tease my hole with his fingers. We fuck regularly enough that he can push his digits in without much resistance.
Ryan drags his mouth off mine again and spits into his hand. He crowds me back against the stall panel and tells me to brace myself, which I do, releasing him to grab onto the top of the panel with both hands. Ryan pulls back enough to rub a spit-covered hand over his hard cock, mixing it with the pre-cum to lube himself up. I watch him do it avidly, my erection twitching at the sight of him.
"You ready to take me, princess?" Ryan gazes up at me with a look on his face that I crave. It's filled with an explosive kind of want, all shock and awe.
I run my eyes over him too, taking in his mess of chestnut brown hair sticking up like he just got out of bed, the stark intensity on his handsome face, his broad shoulders and chest stretching out his t-shirt, his bare arms, thickly muscled and covered in tattoos. My favourite of Ryan's tattoos is the family tree on his right forearm with mine and our friends’ names on each branch. I've lost count of the times I've traced every single one of his tattoos. Scars too. He has a scar on his other arm, a long slash from when he got cut up by a knife during a bad street fight.
Everything about him, the beautiful and the damaged, calls to me like a siren’s song swirling in tandem with the crash and spray of waves against a rock.
I dip my head in a nod. "Do it, Ry. Please, I'mdyingfor your cock."
Ryan's hands tighten on me for a second, pressing bruises into my skin how he knows I like. He lifts me high enough that he's able to press the head of his cock to my hole. He's careful on the way in, dragging me down inch by inch until his cock is fully seated inside me.
Once I'm speared on his cock, I take one hand off the stall panel and grab his shoulder instead, tugging him in closer. Ryan complies with my wordless demand, crushing me to the stall panel again and kissing the fuck out of me.
Ryan tears his mouth away from mine and latches onto my neck instead. He scrapes his teeth along my skin, biting a neat line from jaw to collarbone. He lifts me off his cock, the drag of his thick erection so hot and perfect that I let out another loud groan. When he drives his cock back up into me, I yelp from the suddenness of the sensation, the overwhelming fullness knocking the breath out of me. It's almost too much, which is exactly what I want, to ride that edge all the way to orgasm.
From there, Ryan starts fucking me hard against the stall panel, and I slowly lose my mind to the feel of him all around and inside me.
Ryan bites at the pulse point under my jaw, then swipes his tongue over it. He talks against my wet skin, setting the nerves there alight like sparklers.
"Fucking love you like this, princess. Love how you squirm on my prick like you can't control yourself. Love the little mewling sounds you make for me. Love that you're so small and strong and fucking gorgeous. You'reperfect. You're so perfect it hurts."
