He swallowed heavily. “Okay. How do you want me?”
I stared for a long beat, then shuffled down a little further on the bed and gave my chest a pat. “Right here. I want you to fuck my face.”
He groaned loudly, his head falling forward, nails digging into my pecs. Rocking his dick against me for a long, indulgent moment, he finally went up on his knees and shuffled higher. Higher until I could wrap around his waist and hold him by the ass.
Reaching down, he pushed the slit of his pajama pants to the side, his dick popping free. It smacked me in the lips, and I pursed them, giving the head a kiss as it dribbled precome.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I’ve never…this is…” He swallowed thickly. “This is new for me.”
“I love that I can be your first for something,” I murmured. I laid my fingers against his cock and dragged my thumb up the shaft, up and down until he started moaning.
“You’re my first for a lot of things,” he whispered, almost like the words were a secret.
I had so much to say—so many things I wanted to ask. Instead, I opened my mouth, then gently guided the head of his cock past my lips. With a soft moan, he thrust gently past my teeth, along my tongue, stopping just short of my throat.
Humming, I urged him deeper. He hesitated but then thrust a little harder. A little deeper. My eyes watered as I swallowed him down, sucking hard, guiding his hips with my hands.
“God, god. Atlas,” he gasped. He spoke my name in two very distinct syllables—At-Las. I swallowed again, and his hips picked up speed.
Groaning, I felt desire stirring in my body. It was nowhere near my limp cock, but warmth pooled in my chest, my nipples tingling from the friction from his thighs, a sort of soul-deep pleasure rushing through me at knowing that I was taking him apart, bit by bit.
His eyes were closed for a moment, but as his dick thickened, they flew open and held mine. “Oh, fuck. You are so good at this. So good at taking me. I’m…I’m going to…”
I nodded, sucking harder, digging my fingers into the fleshy globes of his ass. Fuck, when he talked to me like that, it was like a tiny orgasm under my skin. The praise he gave me was so honest, so raw, so genuine. I never wanted him to stop talking.
With a single breath, he lifted his hips slightly and began to fuck my mouth in earnest. His dick hit the back of my tongue hard, but I took it. I sucked air in through my nose, and when he pushed in all the way, I held him.
He gave a single tremor, then let out his breath on the edge of a sob as his cock twitched, and then he came. It was heavy and salty and thick as I took it all down. The taste of him was overwhelming. When I breathed in, it was all him.
All Ryan.
I was barely aware when he pulled out, but everything narrowed down to the places he was touching me as he slid down my body, following with a rough, desperate kiss to my waiting mouth.
“You are such a fucking good boy,” he murmured, making my skin heat. “I think I’m…well…”
I understood. Those were forbidden words neither of us had any business thinking, let alone saying. But they were real—hovering between us like a vicious taunt. He was everything that I’d ever wanted, but he wasn’t mine. And still, I was falling for him. I wasn’t sure if it was love, but it was certainly something.
“We should get dressed,” I eventually whispered.
He let out a small breath, then nodded and kissed my neck. “Do you need help with anything?”
“No. I have my crutches by the wall. I hope you don’t mind if I use them?—”
“Atlas.” His stern tone made my words die on my tongue. I went silent, and he pulled back to look at me. “I will never mind anything you need to get through the day. Not ever.”
I had no idea how nervous I had been until I heard the honesty in his tone. And fuck, in a handful of days, how was I supposed to let him go?
We made it into the lobby, the restaurant entrance in sight, when I heard a voice scream, “Oh my god,Ryan!”
He froze before I did. We were walking close but not holding hands because I’d needed both crutches, and I resented that now more than ever. Ryan paled as he turned slowly, and I followed to see a woman with very dark hair wearing a flowing skirt with yellow flowers and a red top.
Trailing behind her was a man with thick, short black hair and a very well-groomed beard. He looked slightly embarrassed as she ran, her shoes clicking on the tile. She didn’t stop until she’d thrown herself into Ryan’s arms, and he caught her like he was expecting it.
A thousand thoughts ran through my head, but the loudest was a voice that sounded suspiciously like Raleigh.
“You’ve done it again. You’ve chosen a real fucking winner, haven’t you? This is probably his wife.”
Ryan didn’t look thrilled to see her, but he didn’t seem nervous either. He looked the way I’d felt last night when my brother and Tarik appeared.
