Gripping it tightly, I used the remnants of lube to slick myself, and I began to stroke in time with the way he was fucking himself.
“You look gorgeous like this,” I told him. “You want me to write songs about you? I’m definitely going to write one about how you look with your ass stuffed with your own fingers.”
“Oh Jesus,” he muttered, adding a third finger. “Atlas…fuck. You’re just…”
I braced myself. I was what? Over-the-top? Too much? Ridiculous?
There were a million things I’d been called over the course of my life by lovers—well, one lover—and they all stuck like old gum to a venue sidewalk.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “The things you say—no one has ever talked to me like that before. No one’s ever made me feel so…sowanted.”
I bowed my head and released my dick. I could feel the pill working now. It wasn’t at full strength, but it would be enough to keep me hard when he sat on me. Going onto my hands, I slipped my cock between his ass cheeks just as he moved his hand away, and I began to rub the head over his hole.
The pleasure was almost overwhelming.
“You are wanted, Ryan. I have never felt this way about someone before. Not ever.” I was heading into dangerous territory, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “You are the most gorgeous man I have ever known.”
“I wish I could hit pause and stay like this,” Ryan whispered back.
So did I, but that wasn’t living. Leaning in, I kissed his neck, then nipped at his earlobe. “Ride me.”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. Rolling onto his side, he sat up as I took his place, pressing my back to the headboard and stretching my legs out. My muscles twitched in anticipation of his weight as he swung his leg over me, and I bent mine at the knee to cradle him as he got settled, balanced on my crotch.
My dick was back between his ass cheeks, the pressure fucking perfect.
“You like this,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It was an observation.
“So much.” I palmed his cheek, then ran my thumb over his lower lip. “We don’t need to pause this moment to have more like this. You know that, right?”
He swallowed heavily. “We can talk about it.”
It wasn’t the enthusiastic response I’d been hoping for, but I could read from his face it wasn’t a rejection. He was as afraid of the future as I was. Maybe afraid I wasn’t on the same page as him, which felt ridiculous, but I knew I wasn’t as much of an open book as I wanted to be.
“Take my cock,” I told him, moving on from the moment. “Let me inside you.”
He pressed his hands to the headboard on either side of me, lifting up and leaning forward. I coated my palm with more lube, then grabbed my dick and slicked it up before holding it steady. Ryan lowered himself backward, and I felt it catch, and then I felt his muscles give. He was so warm and tight.
“God,” I gasped as he took me, another inch, and then another. My dick twitched inside him, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he sucked in a breath, then sat down fully.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped. His voice was thready and small. “So good. I want more.”
“Take it,” I told him. I took his chin between my fingers. “Ryan, look at me.”
He did. His pupils were blown wide, and his lips were parted on a soft gasp as he squeezed around me. “Tell me what to do.”
“Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself come.”
He moaned, his fingers digging so hard into the headboard the wood groaned. Sucking in a breath, he gave a short, firm nod, then began to bounce. His hips moved like he was born to do that—rocking back and forth first, then rolling in a circle. His dick slapped down on my stomach over and over as he rose and fell, rose and fell, squeezing tighter and shifting angles until…
“Oh holy fuck right there,” he gasped.
I grabbed him and held him steady, pushing him down, forcing him to take me deep, knowing that my cock was tormenting his prostate.
“Please,” he whispered.
Holding him tightly by the hips, I guided him up, then slammed him back down, lifting my own hips to meet him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his back arched as he thrust down on me, again and again and again.
I was losing it already—my balls tight, pleasure racing up my spine. With trembling fingers, I reached for his dick and held it firmly, meeting his gaze when he finally looked at me, and then I gave him a single stroke from root to tip.
