“You too,” I said, sitting up to take his shirt off.
He laid me back, and we made out for several more minutes. My legs drifted around his body, and I was sure he was going to fuck me on the couch. Instead, he said, “Hold on,” and lifted me up.
Ryder carried me to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed with me still in his arms.
He was smiling and breathing heavily. “Did you gain weight, or am I still that hungover?” Ryder asked.
“Yeah, you look hungover. Where the fuck did you go last night?”
“New York.”
“New York?! What the fuck?”
He laughed from his belly, the vibrations hitting me from the way we were lying all over each other. “Yeah. I met up with Rickie and her boyfriend Kris, those people we met at LIV? They gave a therapy session with a drag queen named Caressa Mae.”
I blinked rapidly. “Fuckingwhat?”
Ryder laughed harder, then kissed me. “I’ll tell you the whole story later. Once we deal with these.” He pressed his hard cock into mine.
“Deal,” I said, then stripped off his shorts and underwear as fast as I could, flinging them across the room and leaving him nude.
Damn, Ryder had an amazing cock. Long and thick, with those big balls hanging lazily in their sack. And he smelled good, too. Like a man. Like him, like Ryder. Like home.
I gathered his soft, loose balls in one hand, and the hard heat of his dick in the other, before sucking that man’s cock as hard as I could.
“Oh,fuckyes, babe…”
Ryder massaged my scalp as I sucked him. He let some precum out into my mouth every so often, and I’d swallow it down. Every time I tasted his, I couldn’t believe I’d never tried my own until he showed me.
I knew he was about to stop me when I felt his balls tense in my hand. “My turn,” he said with a gentle push on my head.
I lay on his bed and let him strip my underwear off. Then luxuriated in the feeling of his tongue all over my most intimate areas. Ryder loved to lick, kiss, and suckle me down there, but I loved letting him more.
He set to work sucking my cock. Not to make me come, which he could’ve done had he wanted to. No, Ryder was just pleasuring me. Letting me enjoy his talent and knowledge of the male body. Or, no, not the male body, mine.
Ryder had learned every one of my erogenous zones, every little trigger that sent me into overdrive. He knew, with the flick of his tongue or a tiny bite, how to turn me into a quivering pile of male need. And once he had me there, he knew how to satisfy my every urge.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ry—FUCK!” I hollered as he licked a strip from just above my hole, between my balls, up my cock, and down his throat.
Ryder deep-throated me for eons. Long enough for the world to dissolve into nothingness. For every part of me, inside and out, to scream his name. Or until I blacked out for a few seconds from pleasure, then came to, about to come.
I didn’t need to tell him. He sat back with the speed and energy of a man who wanted more than a load for dinner.
“That was fucking close,” I breathed.
“I know.” He smirked, but we were both staring at my cock. It was bright red and twitching, pulsing through several false ejaculations. Once it had calmed down, Ryder asked, “Can I fuck you?”
“You have to ask?”
“Don’t have to, but I like to hear you say it.” His smirk melted into a smarmy smile. Then reached into his nightstand to get the lube.
“Please fuck me, Ry. I need it.”
We slowed down as he pressed his cock to my entrance. I was on my back while he was on his knees. We’d fucked so many times, but it felt different. We were different. We knew parts of the other that no one else in the world did. And maybe for the first time, we were sharing ourselves, inside and out, totally and completely, body and soul, with another person.
I gasped when he breached me. He let the head sit there so I could adjust. Then he slowly impaled me with every one of his eight inches. And when he was fully seated, he put my legs on his hips and came down to press his lips to mine.
Ryder fucked me slowly. It was intense and intimate, and perfect. When his lips weren’t kissing mine, they were on my neck. Not in some frenzy of lust, but a devotion of pleasure, nipping and kissing all the places I liked. My earlobe, the very base of my skull, where my neck meets my collarbone, he knew them all.
