Page 53 of The Import Slot
“Oh.”
He pulls out of the car park from the rink and drives home.
“Why did he kick off about us?” he says.
“I’ll tell you. Just give me a moment,” I say, pulling out my phone and shooting a text off to Danny, asking if he’s okay. He may be acting like a prick, but I do care.
“What are you doing on your phone that’s so important?” he asks. We’re pulling into the car park of his building now.
“Googling anal sex,” I say nonchalantly.
“Are you?” he says, his voice breaking. He coughs and shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he cuts the engine.
“No, I’m just checking in on Danny,” I say.
I don’t want to tell him I’ve already done my research, and it’s always been something I’ve wanted to try, but I didn’t trust Nathan enough. I think I need to walk before I can fly, and right now, I can’t even imagine being naked in front of Ryan, let alone letting him see all of me. All. Of. Me. I already feel exposed just thinking about it. I get out of the car and lean back in when he doesn’t budge.
“Are you coming?”
“I’m going to need a moment,” he says.
“Oh. Well, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, so let’s go.” I say impatiently, and he obliges.
I don’t look directly at his trousers, but by how he’s walking, he’s trying to be discreet.
“So, why did you want to bail earlier? I thought we were celebrating. I called ahead and booked us somewhere for dinner,” he says.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say.
“Is it about Nathan?” he asks. “Has he upset you?”
“He’s just a prick. He doesn’t make me feel good about myself, and I get to the point where I block him out, and he comes back in and pisses on my cornflakes,” I say.
“Jen, you’re beautiful, you’re smart, you make me laugh, and I’ve had a constant hard-on since I met you. Please don’t let him make you feel anything other than amazing,” he says.
We’re standing outside his building now, and I can feel something bubbling inside me and a little voice telling me to trust what he says.
“Let’s skip dinner and go up,” I say.
He takes no time following me, reaching for my hand and intertwining my fingers with his. When we get to the lift, and the door closes behind us, he pulls me in close.
“I know you know this already, but I’ll never pressure you into anything, Jen. It’s all on your terms. And if you want to say you’d rather be friends after all, I’ll be devastated, but I’ll carry on jerking off to you, so that you know,” he says with a grin.
I wonder if I should tell him I too, have been a full-time member of that club; him in my thoughts every time.
I put my arms around his neck. The mere thought of him touching himself, and thinking about me, sends all my worries out the window and turns me on immensely. I want to know more; I want to see.
“Oh? What do you think of when you jerk off to me?” I whisper into his ear. I can feel his cock, hard in his dress trousers. He lets out a moan before clearing his throat.
“Um, you. On your knees,” he says, his breath catching.
The lift dings to a stop, and I’m grateful to find the corridor empty. I pull him to his apartment door and wait for him to unlock it. Once we step inside, I drag Ryan into his room, shutting the door and locking it behind us, just in case Danny comes home.
“Tell me what else,” I say, setting my bag down and sitting on the bed. I lean back and watch him. He stands by his wardrobe as he removes his suit jacket and tie.
“You deepthroat me, and let me fuck your mouth,” he says, coolly now, as if we’re discussing the weather. He undoes his belt, and it spurs me on. I’m in a cloud of lust and can’t help myself.
“Do you like sucking cock, Jen?” he whispers to me as he eyes my lips. I can feel my nipples harden at his words.
