"I don't need you to brand my skin, Ryan. You're already embedded in my veins like your name has been tattooed on my damn heart."
With a hand pressed to my chest right above my heart, his mouth captures mine, and the moan that leaves me sounds almost feral.
I grip the back of his head to hold him against me. Our mouths move together, our tongues stroking and tasting. The kiss by the car earlier had been hot, but this kiss is blazing, igniting a fire inside me that threatens to take the whole damn house down.
"F..fuck, I need you." Words of desperation echo those in my head as I watch his fingers trailing down the zipper of my jeans before yanking them and my boxers down my thighs as far as he can manage without breaking the kiss.
I quickly press him back against the mattress before he can touch me. I feel like I have a hair trigger. If he touches me now, it's over. Pulling my jeans and boxers off, I kick them to the side and grab my aching dick at the base to stop my impending orgasm.
RYAN
Drew's on edge of orgasm. I can see it in his eyes. It's been a while, but I can still recognize the state he's in right now.
"Should I start on my own?" I ask playfully, lifting my hand to begin sliding it down my body, but he stops me with a warning glare.
"Don't you dare. That body's mine." He climbs the bed and strokes his finger along my shin.
"Mine to touch." Oh God, he's going to torture me. He continues by leaning down and licking my inner thigh. "Mine to lick."
"Drew…" His name comes out like a plea. I feel like I'm going to burn from the inside out.
"Patience, pretty boy," his voice is pure gravel moving over my skin and igniting all the nerves as he licks his way up the underside of my dick.
"You're so hard for me. Look at you, so beautiful. I'm going to devour you."
"Yes! Fuck yes, please!" I'm begging, and I'm not one bit ashamed of it. I want it so bad.
Finally, he wraps his lips around me, engulfing my cock in the hot heat of his mouth, before popping off again far too quickly, making my back arch off the bed. Precum drips from my tip, and he moans. I feel him grabbing me under my knees, and I spread open.
"I want to see you, sweetheart. Show me how much your tight hole missed me." He dives between my legs, and his tongue flattens to lap at my hole like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. The feeling of being sucked, licked, and teased is overwhelming.
The moans that leave my throat are obscene, and my muscles clamp shut as I pant for breath, trying to hold back the orgasm barrelling toward me. My eyes widen in panic as he stops and sits back. Before I can protest, he presses his fingers against my lips. "Suck," he demands.
"Make them nice and wet, sweetheart." Opening my mouth, I circle my tongue around his fingers as I hold on to his wrist, my eyes never leaving his. I suck and slurp and groan as my cock gets even harder in anticipation.
Pulling his fingers free and dropping back between my legs, my knees once again hoisted up and back against my chest. I feel a light pressure at my hole, making it flutter before the pressure increases, and I feel his finger pushing past the first ring of muscle.
"More, give me more, Cap. Please, I'm dying." He responds with a hard slap to the inside of my thighs, eliciting another feral moan from me as he stretches my hole.
"Drew, fuck. I'm going to come if you don't stop!" I say between panting breaths. Slapping my ass hard, he smirks.
"We wouldn't want that. You already know you can't come unless I tell you, don't you, pretty boy?" I see him reaching inside the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube before his mouth is on mine again. He lubes up his cock, and I feel him pressing against my entrance, but he's being too gentle, going too slow.
"I'm ready, babe." I look up into his amber eyes. "I'm ready for you." Pulling him down by the back of the neck, I kiss him hard as my hips lift to grind against his cock, urging him to hurry the fuck up. Biting down on his lower lip, I drag a growl from him before he finally surges forward, and then… pure bliss. "Oh God, more. fuck me deeper, Drew." I moan. Snapping his hips, he drives all the way to the hilt in one punishing thrust.
"That's what you want?" Another thrust, a different angle, and this time, I can feel his cock brushing against my prostate.
"Oh fuck yes, right there." I grab hard at his biceps.
"Nghhh… you're so tight." He's folded over me, and he breathes heavily against my neck like he's savoring every inch of my body pressed to his as he fucks into me harder and harder.
A light sheen of sweat forming on his skin has my tongue snaking out to lick up the column of his throat, bringing the salty taste of him. My moans are turning pornographic.
When he sits back, his powerful body on display above me and his fingers curling back around my neck, my ass clenches around him.
"Fuck yeah, that's it, sweetheart. Just like that." He rasps and picks up the pace of his thrusts as I feel the telltale tingles running down my spine.
"Fuck Drew, I'm gonna come." He leans into me, changing the angle again. Oh, fuck, I won't last. Then he groans in my ear.
