“Who did this to you?” My voice was shaking almost as much as my hands. “What happened?”
He shook his head. “Not now,” he begged. “Please, just… I can’t…. It’s too much to—”
The panic rising in his voice was unmistakable, and I knew I couldn’t possibly push him anymore toward his breaking point. Even though his face looked almost nothing like it usually did, I could seethe anguish written there, the fear deepening the cuts and scrapes, the pain twisting his normally hard edges. “Shh,” I whispered as I gently cupped his jawline. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” I soothed. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just so glad you came here. It would kill me to know you were alone like this.”
And then something broke inside him. His chest heaved as he worked far too hard todraw in air. He all but collapsed into me, burying his head in my chest. Hearing him sob nearly broke me in half. But I knew I had to stay strong, even though I had no clue how to. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” I repeated, over and over again, gently rocking him against me. “Shh,” I soothed into his hair. When his sobs quieted, I moved to the floor in front of him. Wordlessly, I worked the laces on hissneaker and pulled it off for him. After taking care of the other one, I helped him scoot back into the bed. Arranging a few pillows against his back and under his head helped him get as comfortable as possible. He took a few Advil and a bottle of water from me and just sat there staring at the wall as if some cryptic message was written in the dark blue paint.
After I settled back next to him,he curled his body around mine, resting his head on my chest, his arm draped across my stomach. Despite what we’d experienced just yesterday with each other, this was by far the most intimate we’d ever been. With his ear to my heart, I was afraid he’d hear my most secret thoughts, petrified he’d somehow find out I was hopelessly in love with him. But when his breathing evened out and he began tofall asleep, I realized I didn’t care if he knew. Even after he’d fallen asleep, I combed my fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him, or wash away his pain, or both. Eventually, my own eyes grew heavy and with the weight of his body next to mine, sleep came more easily than it ever had.
“Hey,” Ryan’s sleepy voice woke me. He looked up at me and even though his face was still coveredin bruises, I couldn’t help but smile at him.
Brushing some hair out of his eyes, I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, yourself. How are you feeling?”
His fingers began dancing on my chest as he answered. “Kinda feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.”
“Care to tell me what did happen?” I took a chance that he might be ready to open up.
He shook his head before moving so that he was proppedup on his elbow next to me. “I’d much rather spend my time doing something else.”
He kissed away the rest of my protests and even though I was afraid to hurt him, I couldn’t help but melt into his body as his pressed his weight into mine. His kisses grew more frantic, his tongue licking into every soft and forbidden place in my mouth. “I need you,” he muttered as he nipped on my lip. “Please.I need this.” His begging caused my dick to harden in seconds. And when he said, “please,” one last time, the tether on my control snapped.
Lacing my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, I pulled him closer to me. Our lips pressed together as if they were always supposed to be connected. Without any warning, he straddled my lap as I lay below him. Reaching behind his head, he pulledhis shirt off in one smooth and sexy-as-fucking-sin move. Frantically, he reached for the hem of mine and with a few awkward moves, we were both able to peel it away from my body. After he hooked his fingers into my shorts, I lifted my hips to help him. With fire in his eyes, he stripped himself as he stared down at me, igniting that same fire in my soul. “What do you need?” I asked, wanting to givehim whatever it is that he came here seeking.
“You. Just you.” Then he kissed me. Starting at my mouth, he moved a wet hot trail down my body, stopping to nip at both nipples, using his tongue to trace a path down to the crown of my dick. “All of it,” he muttered. He seemed so in control of everything, his body strong, his eyes alive, his touch certain. But his voice, it wavered as if his strengthwas fading.
Just as I was about to tell him we didn’t have to do anything, that he didn’t owe me a damn thing, he took my length into his mouth, stopping only when it hit the back of his throat. My hips shot off the bed, making him gag a little more. “Oh, fuck,” I cursed as a wild groan took shape in my throat. When he added his hand, letting it guide my dick in and out of his mouth, I knew Iwas about to lose it. “Ry, I’m not gonna last.” Of course he didn’t stop. My words did nothing but spur him on, make him take me deeper and impossibly deeper. “Ryan,” I groaned his name as my hand went to the back of his head. When I raked my nails along his shoulder, he lost all restraint.
He came up for air, only to ask “Condoms?” Awkwardly, I reached to my nightstand and pulled out the packI’d bought after the first time we kissed all those months ago. After he took them from my hand, he tore open the box, pulled out a condom, and opened it before rolling it over his hard dick.
Without saying anything else, he settled back between my legs. Moving at a frantic pace, his hand and mouth worked over my cock, stoking my burning need. When he moved a single finger down to my ass, myeyes rolled so far back in my head, I swore I could see yesterday. “Ryan, oh fuck.” And then my words faded away when he flattened his tongue and licked the underside of my dick, twirling it around the broad crown. Using a drop of the wetness he’d coated my dick with, he pressed his finger against the puckered skin of my ass, gently moving it so that it eased its way inside my body. When he addedhis tongue, moving it in sync with the finger that worked inside my body, I thought I could die a happy man.
With my dick in his mouth and his finger in my ass, reality ceased to exist. Simply put, I was somewhere between heaven and earth and I wasn’t exactly sure which way was home. Burning electricity skittered across my skin, gathering at the base of my cock. And he knew it, because at thatexact second, he stopped what he was doing to kiss a trail back up my stomach. Holding his weight up with one arm, he reached over me back into the nightstand, blindly searching for the lube. The sound of the small dildo I had bought at a seedy sex shop rolling around in the drawer woke up my nerves. “That’s, uh, it’s not,” I stuttered, trying and failing to explain it away. He pulled it out ofthe drawer and stared at it for a second.
“You’ve used this?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t identify. I nodded, suddenly unable to speak.
“Often?”
I nodded again as all the words I once knew ceased to exist.
“Good,” he announced before going back to his original task. I knew why he had asked. I knew sex would hurt and I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. That thoughtalone helped some of the embarrassment dissipate.
Watching him rest on his haunches between my legs, coating his condom-covered cock, was by far the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Using more of the lube, he pressed his finger back into my body, readying it. When he added another finger, my breath hitched in my throat. The burning was gone the moment he began scissoring them, easing them inand out of my willing body. “Oh fuck,” I cursed.
With a devilish look in his eyes, he said, “I plan on it.”
Even though I had already put that much together, my heartbeat raced and the anticipation of having his body inside mine made my head spin. He grabbed my hips and adjusted my body. Pushing my legs back, he guided the tip of his cock against my ass. With painstaking slowness, he workedit into my body. In and out, a little more each time, until there was no space between our bodies. The bruises did nothing to hide the way his face twisted in pleasure. “God, I need you,” he admitted as he moved relentlessly in my body. Losing his control, he grabbed my hips so hard I was sure he’d leave a mark. He groaned in pleasure and my hard cock moved between us, pressed between our bodies.“I’m coming, Quinn, oh God. Fuck,” he cursed as he collapsed against my body.
I was breathless and completely unable to speak as he moved back between my legs and took my cock into his mouth once again. It didn’t take more than three seconds for me to reach my breaking point. “Ryan,” I warned. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
But he didn’t move. He didn’t let my orgasm tear across my chest, displayed forus both to see. No, he swallowed every last drop before reluctantly letting my semihard dick fall from his mouth. Then he curled up behind me, wrapped his arm around my chest and sweetly kissed the nape of my neck. With our naked bodies pressed up against each other, we didn’t say a word; there were none that needed to be said anyway. Utterly spent and completely overwhelmed by it all, we let sleepwash over us as we held onto each other through the darkness. One of the last thoughts moving through my mind before sleep claimed me was that if we could do that to each other, if we could bring each other that kind of pleasure, that much solace, then there was nothing we couldn’t survive.
As theearly morning sun cut through the small windows of the basement, a smile pulled at my lips. Remembering what we’d done last night, my body ached, but my heart soared. Stretching out the stiffness in my joints, I reached behind me where Ryan had fallen asleep.
Except he wasn’t there.
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I sat up in bed, hoping to find Ryan sitting in my desk chair or on the weightbench on the opposite side of the basement. Except that wasn’t the case. I reached for my phone hoping maybe he sent me a text, telling me he slipped out in the middle of the night so my parents wouldn’t catch him.
