I caught his lips in an open-mouthed, needy kiss as I tipped over into bliss, back arching just before all the tension in my body unraveled at once, spilling out of my cock in hard spurts and making a mess between us, any last thought I’d managed to cling onto dissolving into static.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Ward never faltered, fucking me through it, pushing my body into pulse after pulse of pleasure and finally gasping in my ear as he gave one last, hard thrust into me, jolting the whole bed so it crashed into the wall and groaning as he rocked through it, bringing the two of us down as my head spun.
That…
That had probably been the best orgasm of my life.
Of course it’d been with Ward. If I hadn’t been so wrung out, I might’ve burst into laughter.
As it was, all I could do was pant for breath and stretch my legs out gingerly while Ward pecked at my lips, staying close, as though he couldn’t bear to be separated just yet. I wasn’t about to argue with that, because I couldn’t bear it either.
After all that, we were still holding hands.
I sighed as Ward rested his forehead against mine, boneless and exhausted.
“You okay?” Ward asked, voice so wrecked it was barely more than a whisper.
“I’m perfect,” I said. I couldn’t even force myself to open my eyes, but I wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.
“Not sure I’d go that far,” Ward said, still sounding as deliciously fucked-out as I felt. “But you are pretty great.”
“Fuck you.” I laughed, weak all over but just determined enough to sweep my hand down his back and smack his butt.
“Maybe next time,” he said.
Oh fuck, I was in absolutely no state to think aboutthat.
“Wanna stay like this a while first.” Ward sighed. “If that’s okay?”
I hummed, already in danger of drifting off, pinned down under Ward’s safe, comforting weight.
This changed everything. I didn’t know what it’d mean, or how we were going to handle it.
But I was happy to wait until morning to figure that out.
16
Ward
I woketo Ryder looking at me with an honest-to-god twinkle in his eye and grinned at him, laughing as he nuzzled my jaw, sliding my fingers into his hair as he kissed his way down my chest. He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, leaving no question about what he was planning as he disappeared under the blankets.
“You really don’t have to,” I said, but my dick already had other ideas, half-hard at just the thought of having Ryder’s mouth on it.
“I really, really want to,” Ryder mumbled between kisses. “I told you, I’ve never gotten to be with anyone I actually liked before,” he added, sitting up under the covers to look at me.
I wanted to say something—that I liked him too, that he could be with me as often as he wanted, that I wished now that I’d been brave enough to say something when we were teenagers—but all I could do was stare at him.
My Ryder. All grown up, a little worse for the wear, tired and heartbroken but still trying his best.
Still mine.
The urge to say something stupid welled up in my chest, but then Ryder curled his hand around my hip and stopped my ability to think dead in its tracks.
“Come back here,” I said, voice catching. “Wanna kiss you.”
