“I haven’t done it like this since I was a hormonal teenager discovering porn magazines for the first time,” he admitted, biting his lip. He rocked himself against me again, and I could feel him, thick and throbbing. “I thought about this, you know? You and me.”
My eyes widened. So had I, but that was to be expected. He could literally have anyone in the world he wanted. How the fuck had he ever thought about me? “What, ah…what did you think about?”
“What it would be like if I saw you again and you actually wanted me. It was very different than this.” He dipped his head low and smudged open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. “I wasn’t collapsed on the floor when we met, for one.”
I laughed, the sound a little tight and breathless in my chest. “I’ve definitely had some floor fantasies.”
He leaned back, eyes sparkling. “I’m sure we could have made it fun.”
“Maybe next time,” I breathed, then gripped him by his hair. He groaned, his eyes glazing over, and his hips began to move again, almost like he had no control. When I tugged harder, he put more weight on me like he couldn’t control himself. “Oh. You like that?”
“Unf.”
I tightened my grip more to the point I knew it hurt, and I could feel wetness seeping from his pants onto mine. His dick was drooling a fucking river, and his mouth was open, the corners gathering spit. I wanted to throw him to the ground andsee how hot and slick it would be if I shoved my cock between the pretty O of his lips.
“You really like this. You really want to be held down and fucked, don’t you?”
“Ryan,” he gasped.
I doubted I would last for any of that, so instead, I used my free hand to wriggle my pants down to my thighs. Atlas was too out of it to follow, so I curled my fingers into the waistband of his sweats. “Yes?”
He gathered enough of himself to nod against my tight grip. “Mm. Please.”
I tugged and tugged, and he rolled from side to side until his naked, hot, throbbing cock was pushing up next to mine. He was thicker than I was, I was longer, but we still fit inside my palm as I curled my fingers around us.
He let out a sharp whine as I squeezed, and then I tugged his hair, and he lost strength in his arms for a second.
I pulled even harder. “Hold yourself up, and I’ll make us come.”
His arms were shaking, but he obeyed and lifted his torso up off mine. With the angle, I could only just make out the tips of our dicks squeezed together, mine a darker blush, but Jesus, they looked so good together.
“Please,” he whispered, and I realized that I’d been holding us and staring for too long. His arms were still shaking, and I had no idea how long his strength was going to last. So I tightened my grip a fraction more, and then I began to move.
He gasped, his head falling forward, held up only by the grasp I had on his hair. I relented a little, just far enough so his lips could graze mine.
He let out a hard moan as he pulled and struggled to reach a kiss as my arm sped up—faster, faster, until my balls were tight,and it was by chance alone that I was managing to hold back my orgasm.
I wanted him so fucking much, but I wanted him to let go first, to spill all over me. I lowered my arm a bit more, and our lips touched. “Come for me,” I murmured. “Make a fucking mess.” Then I let go, and his mouth crashed into mine.
His kiss was desperate, frantic, tongue fucking my mouth the way his cock might fuck my ass. His arms were only just holding him up, and as I stroked us from root to tip, his dick thickened.
And then I let go.
He came on the edge of a shattered groan, his mouth open against mine, breathing heavily as every muscle in his body went tight. His hips rocked for a moment, and then I felt his legs begin to spasm as his cock pulsed and pulsed and spilled ropes of come all over us.
I barely noticed my own orgasm on the heels of his. It was like his pleasure and mine had joined, and I had no idea which was which. My free arm tugged him down against me as I released our cocks, and his hips shook against mine as he chased the last vestiges of his pleasure.
There was a sea of come between us, pooling against our stomachs. It was going to be a bitch to clean, but in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the fact that our chests were rising and falling together.
That he was here.
And so was I.
And it was everything I had ever wanted it to be.
Eventually, he managed to push himself back up, and he blinked at me, hazy and a little sweet. “Uh…holy fuck.”
A blush erupted through my whole body when I realized what I’d done. I had never been that bold with my words before. Not ever. I swallowed heavily before meeting his gaze. “I hope that was okay.”
