Page 21 of Promised Summer
“Fuck,” I muttered, eyes peeled on Ryan as he sauntered my way and slid into the tub beside me. “I didn’t think this through, did I?”
“What? Are you regretting your plan of getting me naked with you?” he teased.
“I’m not naked,” I muttered weakly in protest. I was learning that while young Ryan had been more reserved and happy to let me take the lead, adult Ryan was a lot bolder.
“Mmhmm, good thing that’s an easy fix,” he said and reached over. I used both my hands to block him because right now was areallyinconvenient time.
He frowned, and I explained, “Seeing you like that, the blood was either going to come out my nose or shoot straight to my groin, and as you can see, I don’t have a nosebleed right now.”
Ryan stared wide-eyed at me for a second, then burst out laughing.
“What, are you telling me you’rehardright now, Jones Denn? How scandalous,” he said through his fits of laughter.
I groaned, and not in the pleasurable way, either.
“What did you expect when you got naked in front of me? I’ve been dreaming about this since I was like thirteen,” I muttered.
His laughter stopped.
I probably should have kept that secret to myself.
“You’ve liked me since you were thirteen? That long?” he asked in wonder. I didn’t miss the way he moved a smidge closer to me.
I gulped and nodded. “Probably longer if I’m being honest,” I admitted. “I just hadn’t realized what my feelings for you meant yet.”
Ryan went quiet again, and I wondered if I’d fucked up by telling him that. “Sorry, was that too much? We don’t have to talk about this. Let’s, um, look at the stars! It’s what I had planned for us in the first place. Look, it’s a beautiful night to?—”
“Jones, stop rambling.”
“Okay!” I squeaked out, then pressed my lips closed to wait for Ryan’s next order.
He chuckled and gently tugged at the end of my beard before sliding his finger down my neck and resting his hand on my shoulder. Just the light touch had me shuddering.
Ryan noticed, too, if the curl of his lips was anything to go by.
He licked them, his heated gaze flicking to my mouth. “You’re going to get naked, and then I’m going to sit on your lap and kiss the hell out of you.”
“But my erec?—”
“I wasn’t asking for permission, Jones,” he said in a tone that made me really want to do whatever he wanted. I made quick work of sliding my trunks off and throwing them out of the tub.
Ryan smirked and climbed over me. I whimpered when he flashed his half-hard dick in front of my face as he climbed onto my lap and made himself comfortable.
I was most definitely not prepared for the heavenly slide of his cock against my already-hard one. The heat of the water couldn’t compare to the delicious burn of his balls pressing mine down.
He looked down at me, eyes shining brighter than the stars above him.
“Ryan…” I murmured, wishing he’d hurry up and do what he’d promised already.
He hummed, and his hand cupped my cheek. His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, and I poked out my tongue to wrap around it, wishing he would hurry the fuck up and kiss me already.
Ryan shot me another mischievous smile and stuck his thumb into my mouth to tease my tongue. If he wanted me to worship his fingers, I would gladly do so. But before I could even kiss the rest of his digits, he’d used his hand to grab my neck and pulled himself down to smash our lips together.
The first taste was a shock to my system. I pulled him tight, and my hand ran down his spine, landing on his hip to pull him closer until our cocks weresandwiched together between our bodies, rubbing against our abs.
I moaned into his mouth when I realized he was fully hard now, too, and the sensual way he gently ground his hips to create friction drove me crazy with need.
“Ryan,” I breathed his name when our kiss broke. He hummed and kissed his way down my chin to my collarbone. He released his hand from the back of my neck, and it roamed down our chests to grab hold of our erections.
