Page 39 of Rum and Rendezvous

I ushered him into his apartment and closed the door with my foot, trying to balance myself and an unstable Ryan without losing my footing. We toppled onto the couch, laughing and rolling, me trying to situate myself and Ryan trying to blanket me. He climbed up my body like a cat, purring my name, clawing at my shirt.

“Cary, take me to bed.”

“Not tonight, baby. I just want to hold you like this.” I buried my nose in his silky hair and breathed his sweet scent deep into my lungs, filling my soul with him. “Can’t get enough of you.”

I didn’t miss how Ryan started grinding his hard-on into my leg. He was as horny as a bunny in springtime. It was killing me not to take advantage of his mood.

He made a tortured sound as he humped me, sounding frustrated and needy. “Cary, I need you.”

“I’ll always give you what you need. Here,” I shifted, spreading my legs wider, “straddle my thigh.” Ryan wasted no time wrapping his thighs around mine. “That’s it, Boytoy, grind on me. Take what you need.”

I was rock hard, and Ryan inadvertently brushed against my erection with every few thrusts, keeping me on edge without getting me off. His fingers dug into my biceps as he ground harder, and it took all the strength I possessed not to flip him over and drive into his ass.

Fuck, he was killing me! How was a guy who wore buttoned up pastel polos and sold insurance this sexy? It baffled me. He was an undercover minx. And nobody knew it but me. My Boytoy. I knew without a doubt it wouldn’t be long before I was head over heels in love with him. How could I not?

I reached under him and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his hips just enough to reach inside and grab his ass, my fingers kneading his soft cheeks. My other hand rubbed down his back, in his hair, touching him everywhere. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked one between my lips. Ryan’s eyes bulged, and he brought his mouth to mine, kissing me as I sucked, sliding his tongue inside along my finger. When it was good and wet, I returned it to his ass, circling his tight pucker, lightly teasing with my touch.

Ryan alternated between grinding down and bucking back against my finger, trying to draw me inside him. I resisted, continuing to tease and tap his hole, driving him higher. He dove for my mouth, kissing me passionately, our tongues out of rhythm and tangling in a wet, heated mess.

“I’m close, Cary. So close.”

“Don’t mess up your pants. I want you to come in my mouth instead.”

Ryan cried out, a tortured sound, and crawled to his knees as he scrambled to take his pants down further. He gripped his dick and stroked, aiming up at my face. Lowering my head, I parted my lips and poked my tongue out, licking his wet slit. Ryan bucked forward, pushing his swollen crown into my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard, and he shot, rope after rope, coating my tongue with his bittersweet flavor.

“Swallow me, Cary.”

I swallowed hard, letting him see my Adam’s apple bob, and opened my mouth to show him my clean palate. He laid the tip of his cock on my tongue, squeezing his shaft for the last few precious drops of seed, and I licked him and swallowed again. Ryan sank down onto my lap, fusing his mouth with mine, tasting himself. He sucked my lips and tongue softly, lazily, drawing out the kiss until it slowed to pecks and nips.

“That was fun,” he purred, sounding sleepy but happy.

“Everything with you is always fun. But it’s time I put you to bed and went home.”

“Or, you could stay.” His eyes, big and round, guileless, sold me.

“I’ll stay. Come on, take me to bed.”

19

RYAN

“Are you busy today?”I sat at my desk, bouncing my knee as I held the phone to my ear.

“I don’t go into work until six. Why?” The deep bass of his voice sent a thrill through me.

“I usually cut out early on Wednesdays to have lunch with my mom. You should join us. We always meet at the Apple Blossom Bistro.”

“Your mom? Jeez, Boytoy! You tell a guy you have a crush on him, and all of a sudden, he wants you to meet his parents and pick out wedding china.”

Despite the humor in his tone, I rolled my eyes. “A crush? You said you were falling for me. My mom would love to meet you. I’ve already told her all about you.”

“Wow, you move fast. Did you call her while I was in the shower last night?”

“No,” I laughed. “I told her about my friend who was helping me find a date weeks ago. She sounded suspicious.”

He sighed loud and deep, sounding put out. It was all an act. “What time?”

“Two. We usually sit outside.” I linked the scattered paper clips on my desk into a chain. “Oh, better make it three. I need to run home and change. I’m wearing my brown shirt today.”

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