“Ryan, are you asking if you can eat my ass?”
The words are crude and direct in a way that Ryan’s old-fashioned phrasing wasn’t. For a moment, I think I’ve shocked him. Then his chin lifts, and that determined expression intensifies.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “That’s exactly what I’m asking. If you’re amenable.”
Amenable.Jesus Christ.
“I’m amenable,” I hear myself say. “Very amenable. Better yet, I’menthusiasticallyamenable.”
“Oh, good.” Relief floods his features. “I wasn’t sure if you’d—I mean, I know some people don’t like that, but I’ve read that it can be quite pleasurable if done correctly, and I thought perhaps?—”
“Ryan.”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking and tell me how you want me.”
His eyes go dark, the hazel nearly swallowed by his pupils. “On your hands and knees,” he says, and his voice has dropped into a register I’ve never heard before. Lower. Rougher. Commanding in a way that makes my cock twitch against my stomach. “Please.”
I roll over, positioning myself on all fours with my ass presented to my boyfriend like some kind of offering. The vulnerability of the position should feel strange, but with Ryan, it feels right. Natural. Like we’ve been building toward this moment our entire lives.
“Golly,” Ryan breathes behind me, and despite everything, I laugh.
“Did you just say ‘golly’ while staring at my ass?”
“It’s a very impressive ass. The sentiment seemed warranted.”
His hands land on my cheeks, tentative at first, then firmer as he grows more confident. He squeezes experimentally, and I feel the muscle give under his grip—hockey player glutes, built for power and endurance, and now also built for Ryan Abrams’s appreciative exploration.
“I can see why you and the team are so proud of these,” he murmurs, kneading the flesh with both hands. “They’re quite substantial.”
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome.” He spreads me open, and cool air hits my hole, making me shiver. “Now, according to my research, I should start slowly. Build anticipation. Let you relax into the sensation.”
“Your research,” I repeat faintly.
“I found several very informative articles. And a few instructional videos that were quite educational.”
“You watched porn to prepare for this.”
“I watched educational content,” Ryan corrects primly. “The fact that it happened to be explicit in nature is merely incidental to its value.”
I drop my head between my shoulders, caught between arousal and hysterical laughter. “Ryan Abrams, you are the most ridiculous person I have ever met, and I am so incredibly in love with you.”
The words slip out without permission. I freeze. Behind me, Ryan goes very still.
“You—” His voice cracks. “You love me?”
Fuck. This wasn’t how I planned to say it. I had a whole speech prepared, something romantic and meaningful, not blurted out while naked on all fours waiting to have my ass eaten. But the words are out now, and I can’t take them back.
I don’t want to take them back.
“Yeah,” I say quietly, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. “I love you, Ryan. I’ve loved you since we were kids, I think.”
Ryan stares at me, his eyes bright with something that might be tears. Then he leans forward and presses a kiss to the small of my back, right above the curve of my ass.
“I love you too,” he whispers against my skin. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”
