Page 42 of Crossing Lines

“You clearly need to go to better places.” I winked at him. “Actually, have you checked out Total Wine and More? You can find everything there.” I swung my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to my side. “Even the pear schnapps my grandma brings home from Germany.”

“Oh, now that sounds good. Next time you come over, bring me some.” He inched into my side.

I had to ask him what he liked in bed. My curiosity was killing me. “So, Ryan, we had the condom talk. How about, uh?—”

“Do you top or bottom or both?” He swung his gaze to mine, then dipped it to my mouth. “’Cause I do both.”

My dick twitched in my jeans and lengthened under my front pocket. “Perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you, Ryan.” All my fantasies were about to come true. I drank more of my liquor, then set my glass on the side table.

After drinking a hefty sip of his whisky, he placed his glass on the coffee table. “Something tells me we’ll be finishing these after we fuck.” Standing, he snatched my hand and hauled me into his bedroom.

I grabbed his shoulders and crushed my lips to his, tangling our tongues together, then unfastened his jeans and freed his rock-hard cock.

Gasping into our kiss, he rocked his hips, pushing his dick against my palm. “Fuck me, Jonah.” He threaded his fingers through the back of my hair and clutched at it, tugging.

The dull pain in my neck mixed with a heated ache in my balls. I spat in my hand, then stroked his thick cock, already leaking precum. “You want it bad, dontcha?” I pushed him toward the bed. Holy hell, my dirty side was about to burst out of me.

“Yeah, want it. Want you.” He shuddered and groaned, then the back of his legs hit the bed and he fell onto his back.

“Undress.” I shucked my shirt off over my head, then dropped my jeans and briefs and kicked them off. My cock bobbed toward my stomach.

Already naked and sitting on the edge of the bed, he focused on my dick. “Come here.” He waved me to him. “Just want a taste first.”

I stepped to him, and he devoured me, his hot, wet mouth swallowing my shaft and his fisting hand pumping the base.

“Oh, holy fuck.” I threw my head back and clenched my eyes as sensation jolted through every nerve ending in my body.

Taking me to the back of his throat, he swallowed over my crown, then flicked his tongue up my shaft and rimmed the head.

“Jesus fuck, that feels good.” As pleasure shuddered up my spine and my balls tightened, I slapped my hands to the back of his head and fucked his mouth, then looked down.

While sucking me, he jerked himself, his hand pumping furiously over his own cock.

As the edge of orgasm heightened and waned inside me, I pulled out and shoved him to his back on the bed. “I want to see you come when I fuck you.” There’d be no turning his back on me tonight. I crept up his muscled body, his hooded, darkened gaze meeting mine, his lips red and swollen.

“Yeah?” He lifted his knees around my hips. “Kiss me first.” Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he yanked me down, my lips mashing against his.

I bit his lower lip, then licked it and slanted my mouth over his, groaning as my solid cock fell against his.

While our kisses grew more and more heated, he grabbed at my ass cheeks and ground our dicks together, circling his hips. “Fuck me, Jonah, please. I need it.” He reached over to his nightstand and yanked the drawer open.

I glanced inside, my gaze catching on a black dildo, condoms, and lube. “Oh, you have a few things in there.” The edge of my mouth quirked. This was going to be fun.

I grabbed the lube and the dildo, then sat up on tucked legs and slicked it down. “You’re used to this, I presume?” Look at me, sounding all scholarly at a time like this. I chuckled to myself.

“I am. Use it all the time.” He peeked down at the dildo. “Just go in slow. Let me adjust.” He spread his legs wider.

Hovering over him on a straight arm, I nudged the dildo into his hole.

He clenched his ass a moment, his brows tensing, then relaxed. “Sorry, it’s cold.” He freed a soft snort.

I gave him a sly grin. “Too bad it’s not my hot dick then.” My balls ached as I slowly pushed it inside him, watching it disappear inside his hole. “Fuck, that’s hot.” My gaze lifted to his flushed face and his teeth clamping down on his lower lip. “You okay?”

“God, yes. Just move the thing,” he rasped.

With a quick nod, I pulled it out, then pushed in and adjusted the angle. “Like that?” I gave him a quick kiss, watching his face tense.

“Yeah, like that.” He rolled his hips. “Oh fuck, right there.” Precum dribbled from his cockhead.

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