Page 83 of Crossing Lines

“Yep.” Pulling him along, I strode into my bedroom and flicked on the nightstand lamps. I wanted to see all of him. “Strip for me.”

“Yes, sir.” With a snicker, he mock-saluted me, then dropped his jeans and briefs and shucked off his shirt. His thick, hard cock bobbed between his thighs.

My mouth watered. “You look delicious. Can I?” With a sly grin, I dropped to my knees and grabbed his ass cheeks, then sucked him into my mouth.

His knees buckled and his dick pulsed. “Holy fuck, Ryan.” His breath caught and the skin on his thighs pebbled. “Not too much.” He clutched my hair.

I gave him a few slow tugs with my mouth, lapping at his shaft. It was just a tease before the main event. I liked bottoming for him, but I also got off on controlling him. As he shuddered and a whimper worked out of his chest, I pulled off with a wet pop. “Now, get on my bed.”

“Yeah?” His pupils widened and he climbed up. “You got some nasty ideas in that head of yours?”

“I do.” I wanted to fuck myself on him. But I’d keep him guessing for now. Twisting my lips, I threw off my sweats and stepped to my nightstand drawer, then pulled out my plug and the lube. “Prep me.” I handed it to him.

Sitting up on the bed with his legs sprawled out, he slathered lube on the plug. “Okay, come here.”

I mounted the bed, then lay on my back and lifted my knees into my armpits, exposing all of me to him.

His dick jerked and precum slipped down his shaft. “Looking at you like that just made me come a little.” He gave himself a slow stroke, then knelt between my legs and swirled his palm around my shaft. “You have such a beautiful dick, Ryan. You know that?” He roamed his gaze up my abs, my chest, and finally, to my face. As he fisted the base, he nudged the plug against my hole. “I wish I could play with it all the time.”

“That might be a little awkward, don’t you think?” I gave him a soft grin, my hole clenching and balls aching. He needed to keep going and quit talking.

“Yeah. Too bad we can’t just stay in your apartment for days on end and fuck.” Tilting his head, he admired my cock, then lowered his head, opening his jaw wide.

As his hot, wet mouth enveloped my dick, a shiver raced over my heated skin. “Fuck yeah,” I rasped.

He slowly pushed the plug into my hole and moaned over my dick, pumping it and flicking his tongue at the tip.

Arching my back, I groaned. Sensation knotted inside me, and my balls drew up. I loved his blowjobs. I loved the slow way he used me when he fucked me.

As he stroked my prostate with the plug, he opened the back of his throat and swallowed around my cockhead.

“Oh fuck, Jonah.” I bucked and my thighs trembled. I’d come if he kept that up. “C-close, shit.” I pushed on his shoulders. As the edge of pleasure surged and waned inside me, I panted.

He hummed over my cock, then slid off and squeezed the tip. “How many times did you jerk off and think of me this week?” He gave me a wicked grin, his eyelids hooded under his long dark bangs. Slowly, he worked the plug into and out of my hole, skimming my prostate each time.

It was maddening how slow he fucked me with the plug. And now I had to think? “Uh, um…a few times.” I clutched at my knees, my fingers digging into my flesh.

“Only a few?” He stopped with the plug all the way in my ass, then swirled it around. “Come on.”

“Every day?” I peeked down at him, sensation coiling low in my belly. Yeah, that was about right. It had become my go-to bed ritual, for fuck’s sake. “Every day.”

“Jesus…” Raised on a straight arm at my hips, he hung his head, his black hair veiling his face. “In the morning or at night?” He snapped his gaze to mine and raked his teeth over his lower lip.

“Night. Before bed.” A pulse of sensation rushed up my spine as the plug rubbed my insides. I gasped.

“I’m going to join you. Every night before bed, I’m going to jerk off and think of you.” The edge of his lips curled. “Well, except for the nights when we’re together like this.” He pulled the plug out of my ass and sat up on tucked legs.

That was it. He was mine. I hopped up and crawled to him. “Legs out.” I straddled him as he shifted on the bed.

“What are you doing?” He leaned back on his arms, watching me.

“This.” I lined up his cock to my hole and dropped down, the stretch burning my insides and filling me with pleasure at the same time.

“Oh fuck.” He gasped and hooked his arms around my torso, burying his cheek against my chest.

I held his shoulders and rode him, pushing up and falling down, the pressure and friction of his thick cock sparking tingles over my skin.

Sucking in one of my nipples, he held tighter to me. “Faster, Ryan. Need you to go faster.”

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