"Would you drive us somewhere?" Moving around to face me, I can see the searing heat in his beautiful green eyes.
"Of course. Do you have somewhere in mind?"
"I do." He says with a sly grin, but I don't get to say anything else because he cuts me off with his lips. The kiss is demanding and full of longing. His mouth soothes me like a soft breeze on a hot sunny day and burns me up like the sun at the same time.
Far too soon, he pulls back and smiles at me. Fuck, I missed that smile and how it promises so many more kisses just like that one.
"Get in the car, Cap." Bossy brat.
"So where are we going?" I ask once we buckle up and I've adjusted my dick in my jeans before it tries to drive the car itself. He looks at me with mischief on his beautifully flushed face.
"Just drive. I'll tell you when to turn." He pumps his eyebrows at me. That little shit came up with something. Fine, let's see what he's got. We drive through town, and after a few turns, I'm confused. We are getting closer and closer to our place. What is going on?
"Sweetheart?" One brow raises as I flick a glance his way. "Where are we going?"
"I don't want to tell you, where's the fun in that?" He smirks again and stifles a laugh while looking out the window. "Turn left here."
"Ryan…" This is our street.
"Oh, would you look at that? We're here," He unbuckles himself the second I park the car.
"Now, Cap," he leans into me and whispers, "Take me upstairs and do what you've been thinking about the whole evening." He doesn't wait for my response. He gets out and walks up to the front door to wait for me. My grip on the steering wheel hardens. Fuck, I wasn't expecting this. But I'm only human. How can I resist him when he's asking me outright, making HIS wants and needs apparent?
I stare at him for a second, taking in his body as a shiver of anticipation rolls over me, thinking about him below me again. That image has me bolting from the car and heading for the door, keys in hand, restraining the urge to throw him over my shoulder like a caveman.
"Took you long enough. Are you ready for me now, Cap? Or did you leave your balls somewhere in that car?" He asked playfully. Oh, so it's going to be like that? My pretty boy came out to play?
I unlock the front door with one hand, pushing it open before gesturing to Ryan to walk ahead of me, but as soon as I close the door behind me, my hand snaps out, gripping him around his throat and bringing his face close to mine.
"My balls are exactly where they should be, but maybe you should check just in case...pretty boy.
CHAPTER 14
DREW
I can feel Ryan's pulse thrumming with excitement under my fingertips. My pretty boy loves it when I take control of him. He loves to submit to me, although he makes me work for it every fucking time, and I wouldn't have it any other way. His hand moves over the bulge in my jeans as his mouth opens with a panting breath of need. Licking a stripe up the side of his face, I press my cheek to his.
"Tell me what you want, pretty boy," I whisper against his ear before biting on the soft skin of his ear lobe and reveling in the shudder that runs through him.
"You in my mouth, here. Just like the first time." His voice is shaking not with trepidation but with unhinged desire, making me smirk against his cheek and squeeze again at his throat.
"You liked that, didn't you, Sweetheart, me fucking your throat right here at the front door? But not this time, get upstairs and get naked." I keep my tone firm, not that he will question me. He's as desperate for this as I am.
I watch him take the stairs two at a time, bounding straight into the bedroom. I can already imagine how he's throwing off his clothes in all directions. Walking slower to give him some time, I ascend the stairs, my hand leisurely sliding along the railing as I listen to the muffled sounds of his shoes hitting the plush carpet in our bedroom.
Leaning against the doorframe, I watch his tattooed body lay on top of the king-size bed, laid out for me like a buffet I fully intend to devour. My hands slide into the pockets of my jeans as I take him in. Wanting just a few more moments to imprint this image into my brain.
I can see clearly when he starts getting impatient as he sits up on his elbows, eyes racking down my still-clothed body.
"Too many clothes, Cap. I wanna see America's ass already!" I snort out a laugh. Only Ryan can make jokes when the tension in the room is so thick I could reach out and touch it.
I reach down with both hands and pull off my sweater, discarding it on the pile Ryan has already made with his clothes.
Striding closer to him, I flick open the button of my jeans but leave them in place as I stand at the foot of the bed, my head inching up to beckon him down to me.
Without hesitation, he scrambles to the foot of the bed on his knees, his hands moving to rest on my bare chest.
"You should really let me put some ink on you, Cap," he comments while biting his lower lip as his hands roam my body.
