11
Ryan
My elbows were locked, and my fists clenched the white flannel sheets next to my pillow while Russell pounded me from behind during the early morning hours. Deep poundings like this would have had me moaning at home, eager for him to come.
But we were at his parents’ house.
Could his parents hear?
Were they up already?
The clock on the nightstand read 5:17 a.m. I prayed Lily and Stanley were heavy sleepers.
Russell’s hands firmly held my hips still as he took what he wanted. He never took without making me feel good. While the sound of his flesh slapping against mine filled the room, I had a hard time concentrating on anything else … except the subtle noise the bed made each time Russell thrust forward.
By the way his body moved, I knew he was close. I thought he was trying to wait for me to come, but I was trying to push my need to blow my load away. I was afraid to come on the sheets.
But fuck if Russell was backing down. He moved his hips, drilling himself deeper. His body forced me closer to my release, whether I wanted it or not. I squeezed my eyes closed for a moment and let my head hang down as I tried to fend off my building orgasm. Just when I thought I might have a grip on Russell’s attack to pull my mind and body apart, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back. I could hear him press his hand flat against the headboard. Using his other hand, he reached around and took hold of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“That’s it, my boy,” he murmured close to my ear.
He stopped moving for a few seconds and then resumed with one more thrust, sending me over the edge. I clamped my mouth shut tightly so noises wouldn’t escape as the orgasm tore through my body. I could feel my stomach muscles tighten, and I tried to breathe only through my nose so no one would hear me panting.
Russell had no issues with vocalizing his release. Though he wasn’t nearly as loud as he was when we’re at home, he still made some noise and grunted as he spilled into me. He sat on the bed where his knees had been and pulled my hips toward him so that I came off my hands and knees to sit between his legs. Out of breath, I sat back and allowed myself to lean against him. He wrapped an arm across my chest and then set his other hand on my stomach.
“I love you, Ryan,” he said right before he kissed the side of my face.
“I love you too.”
“And I can’t believe you put that Cracker Jack tattoo on your ass cheek last night.”
Russell laughed while he tugged my hip to pull my left ass cheek off the bed, exposing the bear claw tattoo, and he gave it a firm spank before letting go of my hip to relax back on the bed. I closed my eyes to rest with him. I woke up a short time later and noticed I was no longer partially sitting up and leaning against him. Both of us were lying down sideways on the bed, wrapped up in the warm fleece blanket. I loved this feeling and closed my eyes to savor it for a while longer.
We dozed back off to sleep, and when we woke up a little later, we got up and each took another shower before we got dressed. While Russell shaved and trimmed up his goatee, I shaved off the days’ worth of hair I had on my face. Russell put on a pair of jeans and a charcoal gray long-sleeved Henley. I also put on jeans and a soft, long-sleeved baseball-style shirt. The sleeves were black and the body of it was the same shade of charcoal as Russell’s shirt.
“Ready for some breakfast before my mother puts us to work?”
“I’m starving, and I’ll be happy to help with anything your parents need.”
I quietly followed Russell down the stairs as the scent of coffee filled the air. We stepped into the kitchen while Lily and Stanley were chatting about what they wanted to accomplish today.
“Good morning,” Stanley greeted us.
“Morning, boys,” Lily energetically said. She stood from the table and came over to the breakfast bar. “What would you boys like for breakfast?”
Russell had pulled out one of the barstools and slapped his hand down on the seat, silently telling me to sit there. I took my seat and glanced at the snack bowl as Russell rounded the island to the cupboard where the mugs were.
“Did you guys already eat?” Russell asked.
“We did. You know how your father is. He’s up at the crack of dawn.”
Oh my god, had they heard us fucking?
“There’s lots to be done today before the guests arrive for dinner tomorrow. Of course I’m up at the crack of dawn.”
“Ryan and I will help you guys today.” Russell moved with ease around their kitchen, making coffee while his mom told him that she would make us something to eat. “Do you have oatmeal?”
