The moment stretches between us, tender and raw and perfect. Then Ryan pulls back, and when he speaks again, his voice has regained some of its earlier determination.
“Now,” he says, “I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget your own name. As a demonstration of my affection.”
“That’s very romantic.”
“I thought so.”
His thumbs spread me open again. The first touch of his tongue against my hole makes me jolt forward, a strangled sound escaping my throat, and I end up banging my head against the wall. “Ah, fuck.” I rub my head even as I tell him to do it again.
Each pass of his tongue grows more confident, more deliberate, until he’s laving at me with long, slow strokes that have my arms trembling with the effort of holding myself up.
“Now—” I have to stop, collect myself, remember how words work. “Now try pointing your tongue. Pressing against the center.”
Ryan obeys, and the sensation shifts from diffuse pleasure to focused intensity. His tongue prods at my entrance, not quite breaching, just applying pressure that makes my whole body clench with want.
“Shit,” I gasp. “Yeah, just like that. You can—if you want—you can try pushing inside.”
The sound Ryan makes is somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Then his tongue is pressing forward, slipping past the ring of muscle, and I see all the stars in the galaxy.
“Oh God.” My voice has gone high and desperate. “Oh God, Ryan, that’s?—”
He pulls back slightly, and I nearly sob at the loss. “Is it okay? Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing it perfectly. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
What follows is an education in pleasure that I wasn’t prepared for. He experiments with depth and angle, with the flat of his tongue versus the point, with slow drags and quick flicks that make my toes curl against the sheets.
And through it all, he makessounds. Little moans of satisfaction, hums of approval when I react particularly strongly, murmured words of praise that I can barely hear over the roaring in my ears.
“You taste incredible,” he says at one point, his breath hot against my sensitized flesh. “I wasn’t expecting—I thought it might be strange, but it’s not. It’syou.”
I’m going to die. That’s the only explanation for what’s happening to me. Ryan Abrams is going to kill me with his tongue and his words, and my obituary is going to read “Death by Rimjob.”
“Ryan,” I gasp, my arms finally giving out. I collapse forward onto my forearms, my ass still raised in the air. “Ryan, I need—I want?—”
He pulls back, and I can hear him breathing hard behind me. “What do you need?”
“You.” The word comes out raw, stripped of any pretense. “Inside me. Please.”
The silence that follows is loaded. I turn my head, trying to see his face, and find him staring at me with an expression that’s equal parts terrified and determined.
“Are you sure?” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I’ve never—I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I shift, rolling onto my back so I can face him properly. The movement puts my curved cock on full display, still hard, still leaking, still desperately aching for release. “Check thenightstand for lube and condoms. Jackson may have left us supplies along with the fresh sheets.”
Ryan’s eyebrows shoot up. “You think?”
“I think.”
“I’m going to have complicated feelings about that later.” But Ryan is already moving, reaching for the nightstand drawer and retrieving the items in question. He holds up the condom, studying it with the same analytical expression he uses on the library’s archival documents. “I’ve never actually put one of these on.”
“I can help.”
“No.” His chin lifts with that stubborn determination I’ve come to love. “I want to do it myself. For you.”
He tears open the wrapper with more force than strictly necessary, nearly launching the condom across the room in the process. I bite my lip to keep from laughing as he retrieves it, examines it, and then—with painstaking care—rolls it down his length.
His cock is beautiful, I realize. Not as thick or long as mine, but straight where mine curves, flushed a deep pink that speaks to his arousal. The condom fits snugly, and Ryan stares down at himself with something like wonder.
