Page 18 of Bloom and Burn
“Yes, baby. Your wish is my command.”
I cut off his laugh as I press two fingers inside him. It’s hot and tight and so inviting, but as much as I’m dying to ram my dick inside, I don’t want to hurt him. I want this to feel as good for him as it does for me, so I take a few minutes to stretch him. He’s a whining mess before long, throwing all sorts of threats at me if I don’t stop messing around and start fucking him right this moment.
“I’m going to collect all the garden waste in Estacada and send it to your house. I know where you live. You’ll be swimming in weeds and leaves and decaying grass and—”
I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and push up into him. He moans, tossing his head back. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
I’m in heaven. His wet and hot tightness squeezes me from all sides, perfect and addicting. I see stars and I haven’t even started moving yet, every fiber of my body participating as I slowly breach Ryan.
“Shit, so good. Fuck, Jack. I… You are so big, fuck.” He latches onto my shoulder, digging his teeth in. “More. Deeper, please. I need to come.”
I clamp his waist and push my hips up. He keens as I tag his prostate, shaking and mumbling praises at me. He’s close, I can feel it, his body urging me to give him what he needs. To unravel him so he can unravel me.
Still, I don’t rush. I build up a pace gradually, testing out what he likes. One of my hands grasps his leaking cock, jerking it off while the other one stays on his ass.
“Yesss! So good. Harder!”
He pleads so sweetly, I can’t refuse him. And it doesn’t end there either—he’s bouncing on top of me as much as I am ramming inside him, our mutual effortcementing my instinctual need to give him what he needs so I can make him mine.
I’ve never felt that before, and it’s both scary and exhilarating. There’s just something about Ryan, in the way that we just clicked, and I can’t fight it even if I wished to. He’s turned from an intriguing man to the man who is, without a doubt, perfect for me. I don’t know what to do with that.
“Jack.” He cradles my face, kissing my jaw, cheeks and anywhere he can get to. “Make me come, please.”
Everything flushes out of my brain except the instinct to do as he wants. I quicken my thrusts, chasing after my own release as I feel his approach. His heat tightens around me, almost crushing my steel-hard dick, and then he screams my name and begins shaking. The wetness between us spreads as his body slumps and goes pliant, but he’s still trembling and still driving me crazy. My balls are on fire, heavy and tingling as I keep fucking him through the tremors of his orgasm.
I’m so close. Almost there. Just a bit more…
Ryan pulls on my hair and smashes his mouth against mine. His tongue forces its way in and that’s all it takes for me to finally lose it. I come with a roar, snapping my hips up one last hard time as I spill inside him.
He groans, but doesn’t stop kissing me, moving up and down as he milks every last drop.
The aftermath of my violent climax is mostly a blur, but at some point my brain regains its higher functions. Ryan is snuggled into my side, naked and exuding satisfaction as my hand absentmindedly stokes his head.
“Oh, there you are,” he says in a teasing and slightly hoarse voice when I move from his hair to his ear. He’s alittle flushed and the smile he shows me is full of bliss. “This was”—he bites on his lip—“amazing.”
I caress his thigh and kiss the top of his head, my heart swelling with something fluffy. It almost overwhelms me, which in turn kind of terrifies me, but one look at the man I’m cuddling immediately makes it all better. Right, like this is where I am supposed to be no matter what happens.
The thought catches me off-guard. It’s too much, too soon. I can’t handle it right now. So I let it pass, focusing on how good I feel, how happy and satiated.
“I’m glad I could be of service,” I joke, but not really.
He chuckles. “Oh, you were, definitely.”
We sit like that for a while, until the chill of the rainy afternoon starts getting to us. Ryan wets a cloth at the small sink by the worktop with the buckets of various flowers, but I snatch it from him when he returns to the couch. I wipe the mess off him, taking a moment to appreciate how his pink hole is still a little stretched from me, then I clean up myself, too. When we are both dressed, he shoos me to the front of the shop.
“I think you should go. I’ve got some work to do and if you hang around, it will only distract me,” he says with authority in his voice, and plants his hands on his hips. “Plus, you have that call to make.”
Fuck, he’s so cute even when he’s trying to be stern. But I get it. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off him after the explosive fun we just had. And he’s not wrong about the call—it’s past lunchtime now, so it should be a good time to call his mom and ask her about the shop.
“Okay, but only because you make a very good point.” And as if to prove how true that is, my cock gives a twitch of renewed interest when Ryan grins at me.
I’m herded to the door, but I do get to steal a quick kiss on his lips. He laughs and nudges me in the arm. “Behave.”
“I can’t promise.”
“I’ve no use for wild dogs.”
I growl. “Wild dogs are great. You can tame them and teach them to do whatever tricks you want.”
