Page 22 of Entangled in Them

“Yet,” he said. “But what happens when she’s still here a week from now, when she starts throwing herself at you?”

I shook my head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Liar.”

“Anyway, what about Dillon?” I tried to turn the conversation away from me. “He’s the one who’ll be wanting to fuck her.”

“Yeah, and I’m not happy about that either. But Dillon fucked up, and I’m pissed at him right now.”

“You’re pissed at me, too,” I pointed out.

“But in a different way.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah. I’m getting shit for something I haven’t even done.”

I didn’t want to become the one who was sulking. It wasn’t a good look on either of us.

Ryan scowled. “I’ve seen the way you looked at her. I’m not stupid, Kodee.”

I hadn’t managed to break his sulk. “Your lower lip is still poking out,” I commented.

He held my gaze. “So, make me stop.”

This was how Ryan liked to do things. He liked to be dominated, to be punished, for it to be as rough as possible. And I was more than happy to oblige.

I crossed the room to where he stood, waiting. Ryan was shorter than I was by a couple of inches, something we both liked. It gave me even more of an ability to dominate him. Things got most fun when we were all together, but we had our own private one on one time, too, without there ever being much of a problem. Ryan was the only one who got jealous, really, and things fit better when he was involved. Dillon and I fucked, but it was only on the odd occasion, sometimes when Ryan wasn’t around, or if Ryan wasn’t feeling well enough. Our dynamic wasn’t the same when it was just the two of us, however. Ryan somehow softened us both and made us feel like we all fit together. I’d never tell Dillon that if something even happened to Ryan, Dillon and I would most likely just stay friends, but I sensed he knew anyway.

I grabbed Ryan by the nape, his blond hair soft against my fingers, and yanked his head back. His blue eyes brightened in delight, and I ducked my head and did as I promised, enclosing my teeth around the plump piece of flesh. I bit him hard enough to make him wince, but at the same time he ground himself up against me, making me perfectly aware of the hard wedge of his cock against my hip. I released his lip and then sneaked out my tongue and licked where I’d just bitten. Ryan groaned and pressed himself harder against me.

“Get on your knees and take out my cock,” I told him.

Eagerly, he dropped to the floor and worked the button of my pants. My dick was long and thick, and he pulled it out, so it bobbed into the space between us.

“Good boy. Now lick every inch.”

Ryan circled his tongue around the head, then worked his way down, tracing every ridged vein. His mouth was hot and wet, and felt incredible.

“That’s right. Now deeper.” My voice came out as a groan.

He slid his lips around my length and deepthroated me. The tip of my cock hit the back of his throat, and he kept going. I jutted my hips forward, my ass clenching. Fuck, that was mind-blowing. My balls tightened, growing heavy. I wanted more, however.

“Suck your finger,” I told him, “and put it in my ass.”

He pulled his mouth off my dick, just long enough to suck the length of his finger into his mouth. He pulled it out, a line of spit trailing from his index finger to the lip I’d bitten earlier.

I could tell Ryan to do anything, and he’d do it, and love every second. There was no time when he wanted to top, and that was fine by me. I was happy to go either way, but it pleased me to see Ryan enjoying himself.

His hand moved beneath my balls to my perineum. His finger slid across the smooth patch of skin joining my asshole to my balls—that pressure alone enough to make my thighs tremble—and then stopped at my ass. He crooked his finger, applying a little more pressure, and slid his finger inside.

I groaned, my eyes rolling. My cock jerked like it was asking for attention itself, and Ryan gazed up at my face as he fingered my ass, his lips wet with salvia.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking?” I said, doing my best to sound masterful when what he was doing to me was turning me into a writhing puddle of mush. A smile touched his lips, and he leaned in again and took me back into his mouth, while his fingers remained embedded in my ass.

“Ah, fuck.”

I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and jerked my hips, forcing myself deep. This wasn’t all for my own benefit, though I wasn’t complaining. Ryan liked it like this. He loved nothing more than to be completely taken away from himself and be told what to do, to not have to think, or make decisions. His problems weren’t only physical, they were mental as well, and sometimes I thought the only time he ever really had true peace was when he was in this position.

Ryan’s lips stretched around my girth, his eyes watering as I fucked his face. He was so fucking sexy, staring up at me in earnest, as though he was trying to prove to me via blow job alone how sorry he was for his behavior over Rue. I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. So long as the girl was in the apartment, Ryan wouldn’t be happy. What could I do, though? I couldn’t just throw her out. I wasn’t a complete asshole. Even though I’d sworn never to get involved with another woman after what happened—they were too fragile, too easily hurt—I couldn’t help but feel for her.

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