"Come for me, pretty boy." Thank fuck. My dick erupts between us. Without being touched. Rope after rope of white, sticky cum covering our bodies.
"Ohh fuck yes. I'm going to fill that tight hole. You want that, sweetheart?"
"God, yes. Come inside me." His thrusts become wild, losing their rhythm as he buries his head back into the crook of my neck.
"Ryan!" A roar leaves him, and I can feel his cock twitching and unleashing in my ass. The whole weight of Drew collapses on top of me like he hasn't even got the energy to hold himself up anymore, and that makes me grin. Turning my face, I lay soft kisses over his cheek and temple.
"I think we both needed that," I whisper, but he responds with a soft grunt of agreement.
When we can finally breathe, Drew carefully sits up and, slides out of me with a groan, and lays down beside me.
Turning to face him, I watch his sweat-soaked chest rise and fall with panting breaths. I want to lie here forever and bask in this orgasm bliss, but I see his body tense when he turns to face me.
Our bodies are so close. My brow furrows in question because gone is the well fucked grin he wore moments ago.
"Stay, please." He whispers, his voice so small and vulnerable, like he expects me to reject him. To just pick up my things and leave.
"I'm not going anywhere tonight."
CHAPTER 15
DREW
Someone is knocking at my door. I should get up to check who it is, but I don’t want to open my eyes. Reaching out, I feel the bed cold beside me. What was I expecting? Him declaring his undying love and asking me to help him move back?
“Ugh!” I groan out loud and get out of bed. Pulling my sweatpants on, I can hear voices coming from downstairs. “What the fuck?” Rushing downstairs barefoot and shirtless, only to find Ryan and Pete drinking coffee and laughing at something on Pete’s phone. The relief at seeing him still here is immediate and visceral.
“Hey, Drewster” Pete says from his seat when I enter the kitchen.
“Hey, little bro,” I say, stopping behind Ryan. He tilts his head, and I lean in to kiss his forehead gently. “Good morning, beautiful.” Just a whisper, for his ears only. He smiles at me.
“Well then. My job here is done.” Pete slaps his palms against the table.
“What are you talking about?” Is he on something or what?
“I came here to check if there is something else that can help you to get back with this guy,” he gestures to Ryan, “but I can see you’re doing just fine, big brother.”
"Actually." My heart drops as Ryan stands up, smoothing down his jeans."I need to get going. I have a few appointments scheduled for today. I already called for an Uber. It's almost here." He looks almost remorseful as he heads to the door. I can't let him leave like this. We need to talk, but we can't with Pete listening.
Last night wasn't part of my master wooing plan. I don't regret what happened between us. It happened sooner than I expected, but it doesn't mean I can't stay on track from here on out. I'm not done with the wooing.
“Hey, Ry, are you up for a game night?” I ask, walking closer, fully planning to kiss the shit out of him before he leaves.
“A game night?” He asks with a smirk.
“Yeah, why don’t you invite the guys? Pete will come. I’ll order pizza and grab some beers. We’ll have a blast.”Please say yes. Please say yes.
"Sure, I'll ask them and let you know." His smile is shy now, a complete contrast to how bold and confident he was last night. I seriously hope he isn't starting to regret it. No fuck that, I won't let him. Stepping against him, I cup his face in my hands and kiss the ever-loving shit out of him.
When Pete heard me say game night, he was all over it. I doubt Ryan’s Uber even reached the end of the street before Pete rushed back out to his car and sped back to his apartment for ‘supplies.’ Whatever the hell that even meant.
I was tasked with going to the grocery store to get the snacks and drinks on the list he texted me the second he got home. I guess I lucked out with Pete being there when I asked Ryan. He's a much better party planner than I am. Clearly, this is not his first game night production, and with Pete at the helm, a production, it will be.
When I get home, arms laden with bags of groceries, I see that Pete made it back before me and used the spare key to… "Is that one of Ryan's art easels?" I ask, tilting my head to the side, watching him from the entryway, struggling to carry the enormous wooden easel down the stairs before planting it in the middle of the living room and using it to hold up a massive whiteboard.
“Where did you even get a whiteboard that big? And why do you own one?” I ask, my brow creasing and my arms starting to shake from the weight of the bags hanging from them. Moving quickly, I drop them down on the kitchen counter before going back in to watch as Pete starts flitting around the room with little name badges.
"Seems like you have this under control, little bro, but don't forget they won't be here for hours, so how about you help me give this place a cleanup?" I chance my luck, but when I see the grimace on his face, I just laugh and hold up my hands. "Okay, Okay, no cleaning for you, Princess Pete."
