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He lets out a pained growl.

“Please, Gabe,” I mumble. “Don’t give up on me. I’ll do whatever you want to prove how much I need you.”

He tugs me closer, his warm breath on my cheek. His eyes burn into me as he whispers, “Just how willing are you topleaseme, Ryan?”

Chapter Nineteen

Gabe

It’s the same question I asked him that first night together in our hotel room in Vegas. The night things with Ryan became sexual. Our very first time together, he was also pleading for my forgiveness. Hearing that needy tone in his voice triggers something inside me all over again.

I’ve been trying my best to be cold-hearted, but I can’t do it. I want Ryan. I want him to bemine. Yeah, he hurt me, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t conceive of letting him go. I don’t want to let him go.

Just like that night in Vegas, Ryan goes very still and he leans closer. “What do you want me to do?” he whimpers.

My dick gets so hard at his submissive tone, I let out a little groan. Licking my lips, I say, “Suck me.”

I’m not sure if Ryan remembers this is the same pattern we followed that first night together, but the way he drops to his knees like a fucking sinner in church tells me he might. His hands are trembling as they grip the waistband of my gray sweatpants, and I can feel the heat of his breath through the fabric, teasing the outlineof my cock. My dick aches, already hard as fucking steel. Ryan lets out a low, desperate groan when he kisses my dick through the sweatpants and realizes I’m not wearing underwear.

“Fuck, Gabe,” he moans, his voice thick with need, like he’s been starving for this.

I can hardly breathe as I look down at him. My legs are weak with need and I crave his hot mouth on me again. “I’m waiting,” I say huskily.

His fingers hook into the elastic, and he tugs my sweatpants down in one smooth motion, letting them fall around my ankles. My cock springs free, thick and bobbing in front of his face, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Ryan’s eyes widen, and he licks his lips like he’s about to devour a fucking feast.

“You’re already so hard,” he whispers, his breath hot against my shaft. “You want this bad, don’t you Gabe?”

“Less talk, more sucking,” I growl, my voice rough with lust.

“Yes, sir,” he whispers, his tongue darting out to lick the salty bead of pre-cum from the tip. The sensation is electric, and I groan, my legs already shaking.

I thread my fingers through his blond hair, gripping it tight enough to make him whimper. The sound goes straight to my dick, and I can’thelp but thrust my hips forward. Ryan swallows half of my length, sucking gently at first, like he’s savoring the taste of me. His tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge, and I swear under my breath. My grip on his hair tightens, and he moans around my dick, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.

“That’s it,” I mutter, my hips rocking forward, pushing more of my cock into his mouth. “Give me what I want and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

He groans as his lips stretch around my girth, and he takes me deeper, his throat working to accommodate me. The wet heat of his mouth is fucking perfection, and I can feel every inch of his tongue as it slides along the underside of my shaft. His hands grip my thighs, his nails digging into my skin as he presses me closer, urging me to fuck his face. I do just that, thrusting deep into his tight throat.

He gags a little, pulling off for a moment. “God, you taste so good, Gabe,” he breathes, his lips swollen and slick with spit. He takes me back into his mouth, moaning his approval when I thrust.

He relaxes his throat and takes me deeper, his nose pressing into my bush. The sensation is fucking unreal. His throat is tight and wet, and the way his muscles contract around my dick is enough to make my eyes roll up in my head.

“Yeah, just like that, Ryan,” I groan, my voice ragged as desire replaces my earlier anger. “You’re so fucking good at this.” I can’t believe he’s back on his knees for me. After a week of hell, it’s like a wet dream come true.

He hums happily in response, and I can feel how pleased he is at my praise. His hands slide up to my hips, gripping me tightly as he starts to move his head up and down my shaft, sucking me with a desperation that makes my balls tighten. His lips are slick with spit, and every time he pulls back, I can see the glistening length of my cock before he swallows it down again.

The room is filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of him sucking my dick, and the smell of his shampoo mixes with the musky scent of my arousal. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t help but thrust into his mouth, fucking his throat with short, desperate strokes. Ryan takes it all, his eyes watering as he looks up at me with a mix of lust and adoration.

Every suck and swipe of his tongue feels like an apology. I can feel his regret and his reverence as he pleasures me. I’m so happy to have him touching me again. I was so scared I’d lost him forever. When I thought he’d moved on with another guy, I was gutted. Heartbroken. But he hadn’t moved on. He still wants me. He says he loves me, and I want to believe him.

But I need more than a quick blowjob at my front door to feel bonded again. I want all of him. I want to be balls deep inside him, hearing how much he loves me. I want him under me as I tell him how much I love him. What I feel for Ryan isn’t fleeting. Seedy. I don’t want makeup sex. I want to make love to him. I need intimacy, not just sex. When I gently push him off my cock, he moans in frustration.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” I say, breathing raggedly as I pull up my sweatpants.

“Yeah?” He looks hopeful. “Does this mean you forgive me, Gabe?”

I hesitate. “Do you swear you haven’t been with anyone else while we were apart?”

He scrunches his face in distaste. “No way. I love you, Gabe. Just you. I wouldn’t just jump into bed with someone else.”

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