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CARSON
It was almost a close call,too close, but I saved the day with the fake phone call from his mom. Over my dead body was I letting that old letch drive Ryan home so he could try and muscle his way through the door and into Ryan’s pants. I had to grind my teeth together to keep myself from saying something inappropriate as I watched him kiss Ryan goodbye. But my temper cooled considerably when I saw how relieved Ryan looked when he left.
I mixed a rum runner and served it to Ryan, my eyes fixed on his Adam’s apple as it bobbed when he swallowed his drink. A fantasy flashed through my mind, quick and dirty, of Ryan swallowing my load as I wrapped my fingers around his throat, feeling it go down. My dick hardened immediately. My dating life had been rather dry lately. I’d received a quick bathroom blow job a week ago during my shift break, but other than that, nothing since my night with Ryan. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t get it off my mind.
“I get off in an hour. I’ll drive you home.”
Ryan nodded, looking relaxed and happy after downing his drink in three large gulps. “Aren’t you closing tonight?” he asked.
“Carly can close for me. I want to make sure you get home safely.”
A flush tinted his cheeks and neck, and I wondered if it was the alcohol or my suggestion. If Ryan was feeling needy tonight, he might just let me walk him inside instead of dropping him off out front of his building. I had no idea if that was something I should push for. My dick said yes, but my head said no.
Unfortunately, I usually listened to my dick.
* * *
“So, it was a disaster, huh?”We were stopped at a red light and I stole a moment to observe Ryan, the red glow from the stoplight making his blue eyes look purple. I couldn't stop staring.
“Of epic proportions. He tried to manage me. I hate veal.” Ryan slumped in his seat.
The light turned green, and I pressed my foot on the gas. “I know you do. And the duck. I remember how it upset your stomach when you first tried it. He should have asked. Clearly, he was a schmuck.”
“Clearly,” Ryan grumbled. “Are there guys who actually like that whole Daddy thing?”
I tried to hide my snicker. "Plenty. You’d be surprised how many boys like having someone to pay their way and manage their lives." My heart expanded a fraction. I was glad Ryan wasn’t one of them. I liked his sense of independence, his strength—his fire. I’d glimpsed it again tonight when he ordered the Prime Rib. He had positively glowed from a bit of defiance.
I would never allow a man to snuff that out of him.
Ryan laid his hand on my thigh, and I nearly missed my exit, my mind so occupied with his touch so close to my dick.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
God, I wanted to pull the car over, lean his seat back, and take him right here, right now. What if I was reading him wrong and he didn’t want me to come inside tonight? I’d be taking a long cold shower.
“Anytime, Boytoy. As your coach, it’s my job to rescue you from men who don’t deserve you. Just hang in there, keep playing the game, and you’ll find the right one.”
When we pulled up in front of his building, Ryan hesitated with his hand on the door handle. He looked at me with uncertainty. “Do you want to come up? For a drink or something?”
I swallowed, wondering if I should be honest or play along. “Ryan, if I come upstairs, we’re going to—”
He peeked up at me shyly, his long lashes hiding most of his pretty blue eyes. “I know. I’d like you to come up anyway.”
Done! I maneuvered into a parking spot and silently followed him to the elevator. His eyes stayed on me the entire ride up, the tension between us igniting like gasoline on a lit match. As soon as we stepped inside his condo and he closed the door behind me, he slithered up to me, plastering his lithe body to my chest, his hands snaking around my neck. Ryan looked into my eyes one last time, seeking permission, before his lips met mine in a clash of tongues and teeth. He whimpered into my mouth, and the needy sound undid me, loosening all my inhibitions and doubts. It didn’t matter if this was the worst idea in the world; it was exactly what I wanted. I was going to fuck him so good, he’d have no room to regret it.
I continued to tongue-fuck his supple mouth as I walked him backward. When his thighs hit the dining table, I hitched my hands under his ass and lifted him to sit on it. He gasped into my mouth, and I bit his tongue lightly as I worked his pants down his legs. Ryan broke our kiss to yank his shirt over his head.
“Lean back,” I instructed, guiding him to bend his knees, feet flat on the table. With his hole exposed to me, I dove in for a taste. Ryan fisted my hair as I licked into him, softening his rim for my fingers. He bucked against my mouth, and I gripped his cock, stroking as I sucked on his pucker. The wanton sounds Ryan cooed were hotter than any porno flick I’d watched, and I pushed further inside, hoping to drive him absolutely wild for my cock.
I slid two fingers into his tight heat, and his ass came off the table as he cried brokenly, clutching my head.
“Please, Cary. More.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I worked a third finger inside, tunneling in and out, loosening his incredible tightness enough for my dick to slide in without hurting him. A pearly drop dotted his slit, wetting my fingers, and I knew he was ready. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wallet, retrieving the condom and lube packet inside, and then shucked my pants and rolled the condom on. I was so hard, I barely recognized my own dick, looking so purple and swollen.
I pushed against his hole with the slightest pressure, intending to work my shaft inside slowly, but when Ryan bucked against me, I slipped in effortlessly. The heat of him seared me, and I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this good. Ryan locked his long legs around my waist and pulled me in deeper, his lips teasing my ear, sucking on my lobe. He moaned like a whore, making my balls draw up tight.
