Page 40 of Unfaithfully Yours
“Yup,” I said quickly and since he was already saying ridiculous things about me getting scared and changing my mind, I reached out and took it in my hand.
It was thick and felt like velvet against my palm. Soft skin surrounded all the hot, hard muscle and all of my reservations shifted into a belly deep hunger.
To my satisfaction Ryan got quiet real fast. I was pretty sure that he wasn't even breathing when I leaned in and gentlypressed my lips to the delicate spot of his frenulum, then again to his tip.
I hoped that all of Ryan's doubts were gone now. If not, I would have to tell him that I had never been so turned on in my life.My cock was so hard it was starting to hurt, and I hadn't even taken him into my mouth yet. That was the whole damn point and I felt like I was about to get so keyed up I wouldn't even make it that far.
I needed totakesome of the pressure off, so I reached down, gripping myself over my jeans with one hand, using theotherto steer Ryan's cock between my lips.
In that moment, a wave of astonishment rolled over me because it feltso fucking goodtaking him into my mouth and tasting him, and with that came the realization that there was no goddamn cologne involved. I was surrounded in Ryan's soft, masculine musk and it was all him that had been making me crazy. His skin, his body, hispheromones, turning me into a sex driven caveman, eager to get him off, to taste his come and feel his cockinside me.
I moaned, taking him into me as deeply as I could, humming in pleasure when Ryan's breath hitched. Back and forth I took him down as deep as my mouth would allow, a little bit too deep a couple of times, making me gag but somehow the fact that I was choking on Ryan'scockmade me almostlikethe feeling. I revelled in the feeling of his flesh in my mouth, heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips and pressing into the roof of my mouth.
He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing my head back so that I would look up at him. Our eyes met just as his cock slipped out of my lips, smacking against his shirt, wet with spit.
Ryan looked like an angel standing over me, the ceiling light just behind him casting a halo around his light hair. I was prettysure I was drunk even though no alcohol had passed through my lips.
Sucking Ryan's cock, inhaling him and tasting him was literally intoxicating. All of my inhibitions were gone.
He stared down at me in awe, tracing his fingers over my jaw. I turned my head, taking his thumb between my teeth.
Ryan let out a shuddering breath as my lips closed around him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Get up, Kam.”
He said my name, with such meaning, the same nickname I'd heard a million times in his voice, yet it sounded so different right now.
He reached down and helped me to my feet. I needed the help because my legs were shaking, knees not happy about having been on the floor—not that I'd noticed until I was trying to get up, of course.
When I was standing, Ryan looked me over, his cock a big pole between us, standing over top of his white shirt, deep pink in contrast against the fabric.
I reached for it without thinking and his eyes fluttered for a moment before he opened them again, watching me gently stroking the skin before he moaned softly and pulled his shirt off over his head.
I guess I'd forgotten what Ryan's body looked like. I took for granted that he was in great shape. Being an athlete all his life had done that, followed with a good diet and being a work out enthusiast.
I'd often called him a gym nerd because he poured over nonfiction books on the subject all the time and sometimes got talking about body mechanics in a way that could be hard to follow.
He didn't give me much time to gawk as all his hard work though, because a minute later, my shirt was being pulled up over my head too.
I didn't have a chance to feel self-conscious before Ryan let out a strangled breath and stroked a hand into my chest hair, his other going for my jeans.
I helped eagerly, desperate to finally get them off.
It was easier to breathe with the air on my naked flesh, forcing me to calm down a fraction before Ryan pulled me against his chest.
For the first time, we were against each other completely naked, cocks pressed together and I knew completely that Ryan's body was the most sensual thing I had ever felt.
He pressed his lips to mine and for a long minute, all I could do was cling to him and kiss him, powerless to stop myself from moaning and rutting against his gentle movements.
When he steered me to the bed, I was more than ready for anything and everything.
“Scoot up,” he whispered, and waited for me to crawl back until my head reached the pillows.
Once I was lying there, he shook his head in wonder.
“God, you look good in my bed,” he said, gently stroking my legs before crawling over me on all fours.
My breath caught at the sight of him. He was all strong, sinewy muscles, his big cock dangling between us until he lowered himself slowly, carefully aligning our lengths as he did.
