Now I couldn’t imagine doing anything with anyonebuthim.
Didn’t mean I knew what I was doing though.
It’s just a dick,I told myself as I steadied my hand.You have one. You know how to do this.
True, but it was a bit different than doing it to myself. The angle was all wrong, and what if Ryan didn’t like the pressure? We didn’t have lube. Would his precum be enough?
My mind was racing. Maybe I couldn’t do this. It was too big a step.
But then Ryan’s eyes fluttered closed.
His head fell back against the wall.
And he made the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
It was just my name.Dominic. I’d heard it a million times before, but never like this. It was a murmur. A plea. A prayer. A promise.
I had to hear it again. I had to.
My confidence returned as I tightened my grip. “That’s right, Shadow. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
I’d take care of him the way he had me. Ryan might not have known what those silent nights in his bedroom had meant to me, but I did. These past few weeks with Dad had been the worst of my life. I thought it was knowing that my time in that house was coming to an end. That the future I’d yearned for was in sight. Perhaps Dad knew it too, and was determined to make this final stretch the most miserable yet.
Ryan was all that had kept me sane. Knowing I could escape to his space made the hours I had to spend at home more bearable. That the judgement my father heaped on me would never be present with Ryan.
Giving that up had been brutal, but I’d done it. I’d done it because I’d believed it was what Ryan wanted.
I’d never been happier to be wrong.
I let him go briefly, and his eyes flew open. “Why’d you stop?”
His eagerness hit me square in the chest. I couldn’t stop my grin as I licked my palm before returning it to his cock. “Relax, Shadow. I won’t leave you wanting.”
No, I was going to touch him until he came. I was going to be the first person to make him come.
Suddenly, my hand froze again. Ryan whimpered. “Seriously? Is this some kind of kink? Edging me until I’m insane?”
“No. Well, not at the moment.” Edging Ryan until he was delirious did sound mighty appealing, but I couldn’t focus onthat right now. Not with the realisation I’d just had. “Ry, was that your first kiss?”
He groaned, sinking back against the wall like he was hoping he could vanish into it. “Was I that bad?”
“No, of course not.” Was he kidding? Did he not realise that kiss had fucking changed me forever? “Baby, it was everything.”
His face softened. “Baby?”
I grinned, my hand sliding to his base. “Felt right. Do you mind?”
“If you keep stroking me like that, you can call me whatever you like.”
I caught his mouth so he didn’t see my face and the sheer flood of pleasure that had washed over me at his words. Fuck, why had him saying that made me feel so…powerful?
I kept kissing him, unable to get enough. My hand continued to move, and it didn’t take me long to find the exact rhythm that had Ryan moaning into my mouth.
I caught each of his whimpers on my tongue, swallowing them down. Taking them for myself. Making them mine.
I could’ve kissed him forever, but I didn’t want to miss seeing his face as he came. I’d imagined it more times than I could count. Certainly more than I’d ever admit to.
I needed to know if my imagination was right.
