“I’m your first kiss,” I growled, twisting my hand on the upstroke. “The first one to make you come. How many other firsts will you give me, baby?”
“All of them,” Ryan panted, his hips jerking forwards as he chased his release. “You can take them all.”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned. My cock was throbbing in my jeans, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to make Ryan come. And fuck, how I needed it. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more in my whole life.
“I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”I didn’t stop talking as I coaxed him closer to the edge. It was more for my sake than his. Something to focus on other than the fact that this encounter was changing something fundamental in me. “Come for me. Come on, Shadow. You know you want to.”
My fist was flying over him now. His head was pressed against the wall, hands wound into my T-shirt. A T-shirt I was never getting rid of after this.
It would be my trophy. A reminder of the first time I made Ryan Davies come.
The first of many.
“Let go, baby,” I urged, my thumb catching on the sensitive notch of skin under the head of his cock. “Let go, Shadow.”
Ryan let out an inarticulate cry as he spilled over my hand. I kept working him until he slumped onto my shoulder with a rough laugh. “Fuck. That was so good.”
I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat. This felt more than good.
It felt right.
More right than anything ever had before.
17
Ryan
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
I’d had my first orgasm courtesy of another person. Not from a woman, like I’d always expected, but from a man.
FromDominic.
We’d returned to the party just long enough for Dominic to wash his hands. I hadn’t gone in with him. I’d waited in the shadows for him to return. It wasn’t that I was hiding from Max. Okay, maybe I was, but only because I didn’t want anyone ruining this for me. For us.
And if Max saw us leaving together? He’d definitely have something to say. He might’ve encouraged me to come here tonight and sort shit out with Dominic, but that was as far as his encouragement would go. There was no way he’d want Dominic and me growing closer.
Which was exactly what I was hoping was about to happen.
I scuffed my trainer on the ground as I waited on the low garden wall. It was going to happen, right? Everything Dominic had said suggested he had more plans for us. But what if that was just the heat of the moment? What if he hadn’t meant it?
His trainers appeared in my field of vision. “Shadow? You okay?”
My head snapped up as a smile bloomed over my face.He came back. He didn’t ditch me.“Yeah, definitely.”
Dominic grinned back and held out his hand. “Want to go somewhere quiet?”
“Sure.” I took his hand and let him help me up, expecting him to drop it when I was on my feet. To my surprise, he didn’t. No, he laced our fingers together as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
It certainly felt that way. Holding Dominic’s hand was nothing like holding Maya’s. His long fingers firmly entwined with mine felt…right.
We walked down the road in the direction of the woods. I didn’t think either of us had a destination in mind, we were just seeing where the road took us.
It was an apt metaphor.
I kept sneaking small glances at his profile. I couldn’t help myself. I needed the reminder that this was real. That this was happening.
Plus, Dominic was hot. I knew this already, obviously, but it was as though my mind had finally been given permission to acknowledge it. To recognise the sheer masculine beauty of his facial structure. The raw strength in his jawline. The perfect symmetry of his eyes. The mischievous dimple that appeared when he smiled.
