Page 51 of Promised Summer
He enjoyed having his nipples played with, and I was so here for that. I was more than happy to keep my mouth right here on his chest.
“Fuck, wait,” he sternly said and pushed my face away. “I’m being serious here.”
I grumbled, but took a few calming breaths to control my desire. Ryan climbed off my lap, much to my displeasure, but he took my hand in his and settled beside me.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked and played with his fingers to distract myselffrom the fact that I’d much rather be playing with something else right now.
He shifted in his seat, looking a tad bit nervous.
“You know you can tell me anything, Ryan,” I said, hoping to comfort him.
“I know. It’s just embarrassing.” He let out a frustrated-sounding sigh, then continued, “I’ve only topped with men before, and then when I heard you were a masochist?—”
I pouted over how this wasstillgoing around town. Having my sexual preferences discussed by old ladies who’d watched me grow up was not my idea of a good time.
Ryan chuckled and stroked the back of my hand. “And that’s exactly my point. I heard the rumors, assumed they were true, then made even more assumptions, thinking you’d want to bottom. So before we get carried away, I want to ask you whatyouwant. How do you want me?”
His eyes sparkled again as he waited for an answer. I pushed him onto his back, unable to stop myself from kissing him again.
“I want you in any way you’ll have me. Ineveryway, if you’d let me,” I replied.
“Yeah?” he confirmed with a smile.
“I think you’re underestimating what you do to me. If I could, I’d keep you to this bed and have my way with you forever,” I said, completely serious.
Ryan merely laughed, probably thinking I wasjoking. I wasn’t going to correct him and scare him away with my obsession.
“You said you’ve only topped before. Have you ever wanted to bottom?” I asked.
He pulled his plump lip between his teeth, clearly nervous again.
“You don’t have to force yourself,” I quickly added. “Trust me, I’m more than happy to have your cock inside of me.”
That got a smile out of him, and he released his lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but it’s a little scary, you know? And fuck, you’re not exactly small either,” he said, wearily glancing at my tall and proud dick.
“That wasn’t meant to be a compliment,” he grumbled and poked my mushroom head. He freaking poked my dick!
“Hey! Treat it with respect!” I cried out.
He laughed, and I kissed him again. He arched underneath me, his body fitting against mine like two pieces of a puzzle.
Our kiss lingered until Ryan rocked his hips. Need shot up through my spine, and I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I want you inside me,” I said with a shaky breath.
“Yes, that, yes,” he murmured. His hands found my ass cheeks and gave them a tight squeeze. “Fuck, where’s the lube?”
I pulled the bottle from the bedside drawer andhanded it to him. He pushed out from under me, flipping our positions so that I was the one lying under him.
“I’ll make this so good for you,” he said, kissing me.
“I’m sure you will,” I replied against his lips. I heard the sound of the bottle cap, then the cool liquid was pushed against my hole.
He didn’t need much pressure to slip a digit inside. I was ready. The desire for this having accumulated through the years until I was near my breaking point.
“Ryan, more. Please…fuck, I need you,” I pleaded. He’d stretched me with three fingers, not forgetting to hit that magical spot with each thrust inside. If he kept going on like this, I was going to come before I got what I wanted.
Ryan pulled out his digits, and I whimpered at the sudden feeling of loss. My hole felt so empty, and I needed it to be filled.
