Ryan's eyes widen. “Don't fuck with me, Stark. You better be serious right now.” I run a finger from his chest to his navel, and say, “Eat. My. Ass.”
He scrambles faster than I’ve ever seen him move, getting up on his knees behind me. I feel his hands massage their way up my legs until he’s settling himself between my thighs. The gentleness of it unravels me.
He grabs both of my ass cheeks and jiggles them. “Oh my God. It's like my own peach festival back here.” I let out a laugh that quickly turns to a gasp when he spreads me open and plants his face between my cheeks, his tongue snaking out for a tentative lick.
Holy shit!
Ryan wastes no time escalating to a full-fledged oral assault on my hole. I bury my face in the pillow and scream. I never knew it could feel like this—the wild, swirly moves of his tongue send electric shocks through my body, making me feel raw and exposed and cared for all at once.
I moan embarrassingly loud, lifting up on hands and knees, pushing back on his face. He wraps his arms around my hips and eats like it's his last meal, and God, I feel soowned, so completely his in this moment.
I throw my head back. “Fucking-fuck Ryan, what are you doing to me?!” He comes up wrecked, hair wild, lips swollen, eyes dark. He grins. “What am I doing? I'm doing the alphabet with my tongue. Every jock knows that trick. Here, I’ll spell mywhole name.” He dives back in, and apparently, his name is the password to get into euphoria, because…
“Jesus fuck, Ryan!”
He smacks my ass. “Guess what?”
“This better be good, Ry—"
“I licked it and put my name on it, so now it's mine.”
I bark a laugh. “Just get back to—oh my god.” My head drops down and I’m writhing in ecstasy again.
After several minutes of intense sensation, my body trembles, and I fall flat. “Stop stop stop. I need a minute.”
Ryan scoots up laughing. “Told you I was going to eat that sexy ass one day.”
“You win,” I concede.
He spanks me, and I raise a brow. “Don't push it.”
He just grins at me. “You're fun.”
I pull myself up, legs still shaky. “Get your back against the headboard.” He shifts into place, and I straddle him face-to-face, trying to look confident even though my insides are fluttering.
“Well, hello,” he teases. I tap his chin up and kiss him deep. His hands roam to my ass and squeeze.
Breaking the kiss, I grab the lube, and pop the cap. “Hold out your hand,” I tell him. I pour lube into his palm, then drop my forehead against his. “Now open me up, baby.”
Ryan's eyes widen. “Are—are you sure, Spence?”
I shush him, my voice softer than I think I’s ever been. “Let me give you my trust.”
He kisses me softly, reverently. “I love you so fucking much, Spence.”
My heart pounds so hard I think he can feel it against his chest. “I love you too. Now introduce me to my prostate.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grips my cock with one hand and reaches under my balls with the other. He's gentle and slow, teasing at first, testing onefinger. It burns a little but isn't bad, just foreign, a stretch I've never given myself over to before. He sinks deeper, continues stroking my cock. “Breathe.”
I inhale, exhale, and he sinks deeper. Then he crooks his finger, and I light up.
“Holy fuck!” I grip the headboard.
“There it is,” he coos.
I rest my head on my forearm, groaning as he keeps tapping my spot. “More,” I breathe.
