I stroke him, gently but insistently.
“May I?” I ask, my own voice rough with desire.
“Please,” Ryan says, his voice barely a whisper as his body strains.
I sink to my knees on the soft carpet, so I’m face to face with his cock. It’s a thing of beauty, long and pale with a ruddy tip. I inhale deeply, regretful that his natural scent is masked by shower gel. My breath ghosts over his straining erection as I look up. His thighs tremble under my palms, and then, without breaking eye contact, I take him into my mouth.
It’s everything I dreamed of and I give in to the feel of him on my tongue and filling my mouth. I draw him to the back of my throat, swallowing around the head of his cock and earning a grunt of pleasure. Ryan’s hands fly to my head before he quickly lets go. I pull off, but only so I can grab his hands and place them on either side of my head. I want him to set the pace. He doesn’t need much encouragement and soon he’s holding me still, moving back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth. The sensation is indescribable—the slide over my tongue, the nudge to the back of my throat, the look in his eyes as he holds my gaze. Salivadribbles from the corners of my mouth as he picks up speed, my own arousal amping up. I shove my hand into my board shorts to give my cock some relief while focusing on Ryan’s face. He’s so goddamned sexy as he tries to keep control, teeth biting into his bottom lip, nostrils flaring.
“Fuck, Derek,” he gasps. “I’m… I’m close.”
I double my efforts, sucking and laving, bringing him to the edge. His legs shake as he tumbles over and floods my mouth. I hold him tight as he rides out his climax, swallowing pulse after pulse.Oh my God!Ryan is coming in my mouth, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
He finally pulls free and drops to kneel in front of me. He starts to speak but I lean in and catch his mouth in another blistering kiss. I taste him on my tongue, and he groans as he licks my lip. Wrapping him in my arms, I pull him close. His hand finds my cock, and now it’s my turn to groan at the sensation.Fucking hell.His grip is firm as he starts to stroke, and I’m so turned on, I know it won’t take long. I press my face to the side of his neck as he jerks me off.
“Fuck. That’s it. Oh, God, yes. Fuuck.” The words leave my mouth, but Ryan doesn’t need my encouragement—he plays me like a symphony. My muscles quiver as my stomach tightens, the pleasure building in intensity until I explode between us. My orgasm seems to go on forever and Ryan’s hold is the only thing keeping me upright. Just when sensitivity threatens to overwhelm, he releases his grip on my cock, but not the arm that’s wrapped around my shoulders.
His grip tightens for a moment, as if he’s afraid to let go. I know how he feels. I don’t want to part, because what if this is the last time I’ll get to be close to him like this? However, gradually the mood changes. I can feel it in the tightening of his body, but I’m not ready. I tug him to the carpet where we lie, catching our breath. Ryan’s head is on my chest and he canno doubt hear my heart racing a mile a minute. It’s not just the exertion, it’s the emotions that have taken up residence in my heart.
Finally, Ryan moves. He meets my gaze, but there’s something there I don’t want to see—uncertainty, nervousness? I hope to God it’s not regret.
“Was that okay?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper, scared of his reply.
A smile slowly tugs his lips. “More than okay. It was…perfect.”
“Good,” I say, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” The admission feels like a weight lifted off my chest.
He nods but doesn’t say anything. For a moment, we just stare at each other. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I don’t ask. I’m not ready for that conversation or for hearing something I don’t want to hear.
“Come on, let’s clean up.” I give Ryan a playful nudge to lighten the mood. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
He laughs and clambers to his feet. It takes me a moment longer because my shorts are awkwardly bunched around my hips. I reach for the discarded towel and toss it his way. Ryan catches it smoothly and wipes his hands. “Back in a sec. I’m just going to wash up and throw on some clothes.”
I watch his back as he heads to the bathroom like he did just a short while ago. So little time has passed, but everything has changed. I’m not sure what it means for the future, but one thing I do know is there’s no going back.
Chapter Six
Derek
“Alright, Lil, are you ready to make these cards the best ones ever?” I ask as I pass over the pack of coloured markers to my niece. She’s making cards to give to the kids at her upcoming party.
“Yes!” Her eyes are wide with excitement as she grabs the pack from my hands and immediately pulls out a purple marker.
“Hmm, what shall we draw?” I playfully tap the end of my pen on my chin as I muse over ideas. “How about little puppies, or maybe some flowers? Oh! I know! How about hearts?”
“Hearts are a great idea!” Lily replies, immediately beginning to sketch a large, somewhat lopsided heart on the first card.
I chuckle. There was never really any question. She loves hearts. She has hearts on everything, including the barrette holding back her fine dark hair. As we work at my kitchen table, I ask her more about the party. “So, tell me again why you wanted a Valentine’s Day theme?”
“Uncle Derek, you’re silly.” She rolls her eyes in a way that’s so reminiscent of her mother, my sister, Jayne. “Valentine’s Day is just so much fun. You get to give people cards and candy and tell them how much they mean to you. Plus, who doesn’t love hearts and pink stuff?”
She’s so serious, it’s hard to keep the smile off my face. “That’s true, kiddo. And since your birthday falls on Valentine’s Day, it’s the perfect time to celebrate love and friendship, isn’t it?”
“Exactly!” She beams as she proudly shows me her finished heart. “What do you think?”
“Amazing,” I say, giving her a thumbs up. “But how about some glitter?”
It’s as if all her Christmases have come at once when I hand over the glitter pen. She bends her head and adds silver glitter to the card, the tip of her tongue poking out in concentration. As I watch her work, I’m struck by how lucky I am to have her in my life. Moments like these are precious.
