“I’m not going to last long,” he ground out. “Want you inside of me when I come.”
“You’ll have me.” I hooked my arms behind Tanner’s knees, spreading him wide for me. I stared down at him, committing the sight of his body spread out for me to memory. After this weekend, this was the image I’d recall when I got off. As I dropped to my knees and tugged him to the edge of the mattress, I kissed my way up his inner thighs. “But I know you did more than sneak into bed next to me that night, didn’t you? I thought it was a dream at the time, but you touched me.”
I dragged a finger along his hip, stopping short of where I knew he was desperate to feel me. Tanner clenched his eyes shut and nodded. I’d give him what he wanted, but first, I was going to play with him just a bit. An idea formed in my mind, but I still wasn’t sure he’d be willing to go that far…
8
Tanner
“Tell me, Tanner,”Ryan insisted. “I want to know exactly what you did to me.”
Oh god, I couldn’t admit to this. Goosebumps broke out across my entire body as Ryan kissed and licked and caressed every inch of my exposed skin.
“Did you climb into my bed that night wanting to seduce me?” he asked, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it before. He pressed his chest against my groin, glaring at me when I started grinding against him.
I couldn’t help it. I’d been on the verge of coming in my pants since the first time he’d kissed me at the rest area, and now I had the worst case of blue balls ever. He kept getting me close and then backing off. This was his payback for that night, I just knew it.
“No,” I insisted. “It wasn't going to be like that. All I wanted to do was lay next to you for a while. That probably sounds stupid, but it’s the truth. I don’t know why I couldn’t stop myself that night. I climbed into bed next to you and watched you slowly stroking yourself. You passed out, and I told myself I’d only stay a couple of minutes. Then, you rolled over and started kissing my neck.” At the time, I had tried easing my way out from under him, wanting to escape before he woke up and realized that it was me he was in bed with instead of some random hookup. “You wrapped me up in your arms and I couldn't go anywhere. I was scared to death because I knew you were going to wake up and you’d be mad at me.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed his way down the center of my chest again. I would have reminded him that was not the way to get me off, but I didn’t want to do anything that might make him stop. Based on the little bits he’d told me about his experience in the kink community, I could see him thinking it would be fun to make me suffer through dinner with my family, if only so he could reward me if I was his good boy. “I'm sorry you felt that way.”
“But I wasn't wrong, was I?” I pointed out. The next morning, he woke up and told me we couldn't let anyone know what had happened. He wanted to pretend like I’d never given him a middle of the night hand job that had him writhing in his drunken state, calling out my name. “I’ll never forget the look on your face that morning. You were horrified when you found me in the bed. You couldn’t get up and dressed fast enough.”
“That's not because I was upset with you,” he clarified. “No one knew I was gay back then. Hell, no one even suspected I might be bisexual. I couldn’t let them find out like that. And I couldn’t have you see how badly I wanted you. It was never a secret that you had a crush on me, and I’m sorry I made you feel like a fool because of it. There was never a time when I didn’t want to be with you.”
“Yeah, I'm kind of starting to understand that now,” I scoffed. “But what was I supposed to think back then? Anyway… I thought we weren't talking about that right now.”
I spread my legs wider, grabbing my legs behind my knees so I could hold myself open for him. He leaned in, burying his nose against my balls. Because he hadn’t told me I couldn’t touch myself, I curled my fingers loosely around my shaft and started stroking as I stared at him, silently daring him to make the next move.
“You smell so damn good.” He leaned back never breaking eye contact as he fumbled around with something out of my line of sight.
Bile churned in my stomach when he held up a packet of lube and a condom between two fingers. I wasn't going to think too hard about where those came from or why he had them close at hand. It sure as shit couldn’t have been because he planned on fucking his best friend's little brother when they were coincidently forced to share a hotel room.
No, he kept supplies handy for when he found a compliant, pretty boy at the bar and took him wherever someone like Ryan took his hookups. I pushed thoughts of any other boy out of my head. Today, there was only room for two of us in this suite. I grabbed one leg with the hand that wasn’t in use and displayed myself wider for him, flexing my ass a couple times.
“Are you still trying to teach me a lesson or are you going to do something with those?” I teased. I let go of my dick, sucking two fingers into my mouth. He was transfixed as I circled my tongue around the digits, slicking them up. If he didn’t put something in my ass pretty soon, I’d take care of it on my own. Maybe he’d wind up punishing me for getting off without his permission.
Finally, he yanked my hand away from my mouth. “You are such a brat. Maybe next time I'll have to find something to shove in your mouth to keep you quiet. It’s obvious to me you have a bit of an oral fixation as it is. I bet you’d like being gagged.”
I couldn't hide how much his suggestion turned me on. Maybe I could convince him to skip drinks after the rehearsal dinner and breakfast in the morning so we could fit in as many experiences as his kinky mind could come up with.
There weren’t many men I could trust to provoke my ability to put a stop to things, but with Ryan, I knew he'd stop before he ever found my limits. I wanted him to gag me, bind me, and make me cry before holding me and telling me what a good boy I was for him.
Fuck, I needed more than a couple of days with him.
I gasped, my back arching so high I practically levitated off the bed when Ryan licked a stripe from my balls, back to my hole. He truly wasn't in any sort of rush. He spent what felt like an hour circling his tongue around my entrance, gently coaxing my muscles to relax with firm presses of his tongue.
After my hole was good and wet, he traced the tip of one finger around my entrance. I moaned, trying to decide if it tickled or felt good. When he said he didn’t want to rush things, he wasn’t lying. He worked the edge of my hole, dipping a finger inside and stretching me open, but he never even went as far as the first knuckle. I arched my back when he added the tip of a second finger, spreading my hole even wider.
“This is such a pretty little hole. I can’t wait to be inside of you.” I couldn’t wait for that either. I tried to say as much, but my throat was clogged with emotions I’d been holding back for as long as I could remember. He took my ass in both hands, squeezing as he pressed his thumbs inside my body.
I bit down on my bottom lip, holding back a whimper as I writhed on the bed. He wasn’t touching anywhere on my body that was supposed to make me come, but I’d been on knife’s edge for so long, I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back.
“Don't worry about holding back,” reassured me. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
I cried out as the drizzle of cold lube dripped down my crease and into my relaxed hole. “You could've warmed it up, you big meanie.”
Ryan chuckled and I threw an arm over my eyes hoping to conceal some of my embarrassment. Calling someone childish taunts wasn’t sexy in the least, but it didn’t seem to turn Ryan off. He slid his finger through the trail of lube, coating his finger.
