“Look down. Watch your greedy little asshole swallow my cock.”
Ryan claws the sheets, his eyes glance to where we’re joined, and he bites his lip. I love the way he turns from big, angry, hockey man to docile—if a little lippy—shy, pretty boy when I have him in hand. He’s perfect, and he’s all mine. He’s going to leave this room knowing how owned his ass is.
I slide in and out some more to prove a point. Or maybe several. We look good like this—we belong like this. He’s never going to find anyone like me, I’ll make sure of it. Picking up the pace, I open him wider, sinking deeper with every thrust.
“I want you to come, dollface, and then I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re sore, screaming, and full of my cum.”
“Oh, God.”
Ryan’s body tightens, his balls draw up, and then he shoots cum in jagged spurts over his abs, all the way to his nipples.
I don’t stop fucking him, working him over with hard thrusts, rocking my pelvis with enough force to leave bruises. His head lolls back, pure bliss in his eyes. And then I see them, clinging to his lashes like fragments of a broken star. Tears. He blinks, and they trail down his face. I lean forward, licking them up.
Mine.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Tears continue to stream, he moans, aching cries bleating out of him, all the while his cock still leaking. I could watch him like this forever, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from coming.
“Your hole is so good. Tight, irre-fucking-sistible.” I come hard, all the pent-up days of wanting him released in one orgasm, filling him full. He pants, writhing, an extra jolt of cum shooting from his cock. “That’s it, you’re gonna always be stuffed full of my cum, dollface.”
I pant, too, still in him and over him, letting my heartbeat regain natural rhythm. Marveling at how much I’ve wrecked him. He’s tear-stained, hair destroyed, drenched in his own cum. His eyes flutter as if he thinks he’s going to go to sleep.
“Don’t you dare, dollface.” I gently slap his cheek. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His eyes jolt open, and a palm presses against my still-covered chest. I never took my hoodie off. Didn’t know if I was ready for him to see my scar. He’d ask questions, and I’m not ready for those questions.
“What is there left to do?”
“I can’t mark you where others will see, but you’d be surprised how many hidden places I can find. Especially on skin this tattooed. I know exactly where I’m going to start.”
Without warning, I flip him and spread his cheeks wide. I sink my teeth into the place between his asshole and ass cheek.
Blood hits my taste buds, falling across my lip.
Ryan screams, and I almost come again.
Ryan’s head rests on my chest, lying on his side, one thick hockey thigh across mine, and I’m not internally screaming. This is … okay. But I don’t know what it means. Luke’s been the only person my body doesn’t reject, and that’s a good thing. He won’t admit it, but he’s a hugger. It would have been tough trying to get out of that one, but thankfully, I don’t have to.
But Luke’s always been an exception to everything, and it made sense for so many reasons. He was comfort for little me when our parents died. He protected me. He always lent an ear and gave thoughtful advice. I always thought his being able to hug me, lay a hand on my shoulder, pat me on the back was an extension of that. Even with him, sometimes there’s a small, internal flinch.
So, what is it about Ryan?
Even thinking about the way I got like this, my wiring fried, it still doesn’t add up.
I cup my larger hand over his and bring the knuckles to my lips. “Did you know your heart beats four times between breaths? When you’re relaxed, that is. Seven when I’m fucking you.”
Placing his hand on my chest—I’m still in my Scorpions hoodie—frees up mine to run fingers through his sweaty hair. He cried, and I licked away his tears. Mission accomplished.
“You … counted my heartbeats?”
“And your breaths.”
“How very sporty-psycho chic of you.”
“I want to know everything about you.” His chest rises and falls some more. I count more heartbeats to myself. As soon as something changes within him, I want to know about it. His heart can tell me everything. “There’s something we have to settle.”
His heart rate speeds up. Interesting.
