6
Ryan
My left arm was stretched out with my hand gripping the top of the headboard while Russell pounded me from behind. He brought our bodies together and pushed us toward our release. He worked us into a hot rhythm that left my body no choice but to obey. I was on the brink of coming as my forehead pressed against the balled-up fist of my right hand, sitting on top of the headboard directly in front of me.
Russell had this way of making me feel dirty and completely owned, yet cared for during sex. Russell could fuck me hard, but he never made me feel like I was just a fuck. The way his hands felt on my body was so different from anyone else who had ever touched me. His hands felt possessive, but in a good way. He wanted me for no other reason than because he loved me.
I forced my eyes open when I felt his hand wrap around my hard shaft. I stared in silence as his hand began to stroke my dick. I was painfully hard and desperately needed to come. Russell’s other hand gripped the top of the headboard next to my fist.
“Mmm, Ryan,” he murmured close to my ear. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I panted. I was unable to take my eyes off his hand, wrapped around my dick.
Russell gripped my left hip to stop me from moving. He slowed his movements and then took a handful of my hair and tugged my head back gently. I was on the brink of coming, and he knew it. He moved his hips slightly while his hand continued to stroke me. He knew how to move his body in ways that drove my body crazy.
“Fuck, Russell.”
I closed my eyes tightly as sensations surged through me. Russell grunted while my body clenched his dick. I smiled while I listened to what I was doing to him. With the palm of his hand, he pressed my shaft against my abdomen.
“Fuck,” I panted. It was the only word that came to mind.
He shifted his hand and lightly rubbed a finger under the head of my dick. That was all it took for me to lose control. Jizz shot out onto my stomach and all over the pillow that was partially trapped under my knee and propped against the headboard. My abs flexed while I came, earning praise from Russell.
“Good boy, Ryan.” Russell spoke enthusiastically, as if he truly were proud of me for coming.
I smiled while I tried to catch my breath. Russell’s hand still had a grip on my hair and guided my head to turn to face him.
“I love you, Ryan,” he murmured against my lips before he crushed his mouth against mine.
His tongue was possessive in my mouth, reminding me that I was his. He had let go of my shaft so his hand could rub my cum around my skin. It was a sensation that I was still getting used to, but I was getting there with it. When our mouths pulled apart, our foreheads pressed against one another. This was one of those moments when nothing existed or mattered outside of “us.” It was a time that I loved and was becoming greedy with wanting more of, and I needed them too. With a fleeting thought, I wondered how many of these moments he and I would have between now and Christmas.Would staying with his parents kill any of these moments?
“Let’s go get showered and ready to go,” Russell said.
“Okay.”
He splayed his hand against my stomach while he pulled out. Suddenly, it was all hitting me that we were leaving today. I’d admit that I was excited to see the country, but I was also nervous about the destination. I was a terrible guy for anyone to have to take home to meet their family. While I went through the motions of showering and getting ready in the bathroom, flashbacks to Nikki’s folks were front and center in my mind.
Would they assess what I wear?
Would they formulate opinions of me based on my family?
Would they ask me about them?
Would they ask me about my dad dying in prison?
Would they ask me about my mom?
Oh, fuck. I should probably call my mom on Thanksgiving next week.
How will I call her from there? Will they listen or ask about it? Will they think I’m crazy for calling her?
“Ryan, relax,” Russell soothed as his hand cupped the back of my neck.
“I am.”
“You’re not. Talk to me, my boy.”
I took a deep breath and reminded myself not to run from him.
