Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

Rylan

T here’s nothing quite like having a finger up the ass. I came so hard that part of me wants to take a nap, but I’ve been jonesing for what’s in his balls since the first time I had him, so the nap will have to wait. Still, I kinda don’t want to move much. I did have a hockey workout earlier, after all.

“Come here?” I do the finger-curl thing too because it can look cheesy but also sexy.

“Huh?”

I pat my chest. “Come up here. You’re going to straddle my shoulders and feed me your cock because you sucked all my energy out through my dick. I can lick your ass too if you’re okay with that. Not everyone is.”

His eyes bug out in a way that shouldn’t be as cute as it is. “You’re so blunt.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It depends. At least, I’ve been told that when it’s me, but it’s not bad in this situation. I did shower before I came over.”

I take that as a yes on rimming him, and I’m a little bummed he didn’t think to do that to me. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. Will there be a next time? Now isn’t the time to worry about that, so I just grin and tell him, “Sit on my face.”

Hayes blanches, again too fucking cutely. I expect him to argue with me, give me shit somehow, or tell me not to be so crude, but one moment he’s staring at me with a gaping-fish mouth, and the next he’s scrambling up my body like the bottom of the bed is on fire. I laugh and scoot down some to give him more space. His cock bobs and leaks as he knee-runs on the mattress. It would be funny if his eagerness for me wasn’t such a fucking turn-on.

Hayes straddles my head, cock out of reach, but his ass is right where I need it to be. It’s a great ass, small and tight, and maybe he needs some sun because it’s awfully pale, but that doesn’t take away from how mouthwatering it is.

“I don’t understand you,” Hayes says.

“I’m not sure what that means, but I’m taking it as a compliment.” I spread his ass cheeks. His hole is so cute and small and pink. I can’t wait to breach it with my tongue. “Now be quiet. I’m hungry.”

“What—Oh God,” he says as I dive in, licking and tasting, swiping my tongue over his tight rim. Hayes moans in response, moving his butt back and forth over my face. When he does, he rubs his balls against me, and that’s hot as fuck too.

I eat his ass like a starving man, squeezing his cheeks, licking his balls when he moves before I lose myself in his crack again. Eating ass is something else I love, and if we do this again, he’s definitely eating mine.

I smack his ass lightly, and he startles, then moans deliciously as if he’s never been spanked before and hadn’t realized how hot it is.

I work at softening him up, basically trying to suffocate myself in his ass until I can work my tongue up his hole, fucking him with it.

“Oh God, Rylan. Best ever. Don’t stop. Why can’t I shut up? So good.”

I laugh into his crease, which is awkward considering where my tongue is, and it makes his hole twitch around me. And as much as I enjoy this, I really want some of what’s built up in his nuts.

I pull back and grab his waist, easing him down my body just slightly.

“Hey! I wasn’t done.”

“But I think your dick was missing me.”

He nods like he hadn’t considered that. “Good point. Yes. Suck my cock again.”

“That’s what I thought.” I reach down and grab the lube as he moves so his dick is pointing at my lips. “Can I finger you too?”

“Yes. Please. That. Do that.”

Being around him—all his eagerness and how easily he gets annoyed, but in the cutest ways—makes my chest feel light. There are some people you simply enjoy being around, and though I’ve only met him twice, it’s clear Hayes is one of those people for me.

I slick my finger up, then tell him, “You do it. Feed it to me.”

“Really? I mean, yeah, sure. Obviously.”

I can’t hold back my smirk before he’s angling his dick toward my lips and pushing it inside. He goes slow, giving small thrusts as he fucks in and out of my mouth. Does he think I can’t take more than that? Because I really fucking can, and I want it.

“More,” I say before taking another mouthful of cock. His pupils flare in response. Hayes pushes farther in, then pulls back before feeding me again. I work my finger between his ass cheeks, touch his saliva-slicked hole. After tapping it a couple of times, I push inside. Hayes snaps his hips forward, burying his cock down my throat.

“Oh shit. Sorry. I… God ,” he moans when I rub his prostate. He looks down at me, and I nod, telling him I want this, that he has nothing to be sorry for. I happen to be excellent at taking a face-fucking, thank you very much.

Hayes really gives it to me now, balls slapping against my chin as he takes his pleasure from my mouth. I massage his prostate, finger his tight hole, my body feeling tingly from my own recent orgasm and the pleasure I get from making him feel good.

His breathing picks up, his thrusts become quicker, more urgent. Using my finger, I rub his prostate again. He basically stabs his dick down my throat, cock jerking. I swallow around it, finger deep as his balls draw up and he gives me a mouthful of cum.

“Oh my God.” Hayes flops to the bed beside me. “That was…you were…we were…”

“Can we get back to what I was?” I tease. “Spectacular. Unforgettable. The best you’ve ever had.”

“You’re a pain in my ass is what you are.”

I roll toward him, about to put my arm around him, when Hayes sits up, then scoots over to the side of the bed, his feet touching the floor.

“Well, I was something in your ass.” I waggle my brows when Hayes looks over his shoulder at me.

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“The finger-fucking?” Has he never engaged in a little ass play before?

“All of it. Just hooking up again in general.” He cocks his head slightly, looking deep in thought. “Huh. I think I’m pretty good at this hookup thing.”

“With me,” I remind him because he hasn’t actually hooked up with anyone else yet. Still, I don’t know why it’s important to me to make that distinction.

“It still counts.”

“I’m not saying it doesn’t. If you want to practice having tons of commitment-free sex with me, I’m sure not going to complain. As long as it doesn’t mess up my game.”

He shakes his head. “You do know none of that is real, don’t you? Not that I don’t like the idea of me having magic cum.”

“I guess we’ll know if you do after tomorrow night. But for now, I think you’re good pucking luck.” It’s not like I want to need a good-luck charm not to suck ass, but I’m really hoping that what we did today makes me play like I did in Seattle. I need it.

“Sure. Whatever you say.” He pats my chest playfully. I’d hoped for at least an annoyed eye roll at what I’d said. When I flex my pec, he jerks his arm back. “Stop that. You’ll get me horny again.”

I laugh as Hayes gets out of the bed. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“We did what we set out to do. I should go.” He picks up his underwear. “Do you have a washcloth or something I can clean up with before I go?”

The frown that tugs at the corners of my lips is automatic. I’m not sure why because he’s right. We did what we set out to do—had amazing sex. What else is there? “The cabinet in the en suite.” I point toward the bathroom.

Hayes goes inside and closes the door behind him. I sit on the edge of the bed, hearing the water running. The whole day hits me for the first time—my Seattle hookup is one of the Jilted Exes. He lives in LA, and showed up at my house, and made me come my brains out again. What the fuck are the odds?

The urge to google him nearly takes me over, but I refrain. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to have one of your most painful moments publicized that way, but then in some ways, I can. It’s not the same situation, but the media and internet randos can be brutal to us too. All those people who aren’t actually doing what we do sure like to judge us for how we do it, thinking they know better. The difference is, I’ve had time to get used to it. As shitty as it can sometimes be, I knew what I was getting into. Hayes just wanted to propose to the man he loved.

Loves?

Does Hayes still love that guy?

Fire flames in my belly for what he did to Hayes. What he did to all those guys. No one deserves that. Plus, Hayes is clearly pretty inexperienced. He doesn’t realize how fun and sexy he is. It must have been an even bigger hit to his self-esteem because of that.

He comes out of the bathroom, wearing his underwear. “I should go.” He grabs his pants and pulls them on.

“You can stay for dinner if you want.”

His attention snaps to me like he’s as surprised by my statement as I am. This was a hookup. Dinner not required.

“Why would I do that?” Hayes sputters.

Well, obviously he wouldn’t. It’s not often I feel stupid because most of the time I just don’t care what anyone thinks, but in this moment, I kinda do. “Because you’re hungry? I was just trying to be nice. I know you haven’t done this before.”

His cheeks turn pink, anger flashing in his eyes. “You don’t think I can handle just having sex with you?”

“Actually, I wasn’t thinking that at all.” But I can see why what I said might have sounded that way.

“I can do this, Rylan.”

“Obviously, I know that, since we’ve done it twice now. It was just dinner.” Who knew an offer for food would become such a thing?

“Whatever, just…don’t treat me differently than you would any other person you weren’t in a relationship with that you had sex with.”

“I can tell you I’ve shared dinner with some of them. It’s this normal thing humans do. You should try it sometime.”

“I eat dinner.”

I cock a brow. “With other humans?”

He rolls his eyes. “Is that what you are?”

I grin, and he shakes his head, but there’s a small smile on his lips. “Give me your phone number.”

His brows pinch together as if he’s confused. “Why?”

“So I can get ahold of you? It’s called communication. It’s what we’re doing right now.”

He huffs, tugging on his shirt. “You’re being a jerk.”

“I’m giving you shit.”

“I guess it would be beneficial in case we ever decide to…do this again. Not that we will. You’ll realize it has no effect on your game, and I’ll…well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but it will be something.”

I can’t help smiling. “I’m sure you will.”

His gaze runs the length of me before snagging on my groin. “You’re already getting hard again?”

“I can’t help it. Something about you gets my dick excited. It’s a strange mix of annoying and fun.”

“I’m not annoying.” He pauses, then says, “That shouldn’t turn you on!”

A laugh jumps out of my mouth. “It’s cute annoying.”

“Are you going to memorize my number or what?” He sulks. “Here, I’ll just take yours.”

“No way. We’ll swap.” It strikes me as I go to my joggers and grab my cell out of my pocket that I’m not quite acting like myself. Typically, I wouldn’t care about getting someone’s number or making sure I can get ahold of them again. I must keep reminding myself that it’s because of my game. That’s it. No other reason.

Hayes reads off his number to me, and I add it into my phone, then send him a text. He looks at it and says, “An eggplant? How old are you?”

“Young at heart, baby.” I wink and earn a blush. “Come on. I’ll walk you down.”

I head for my bedroom door, but Hayes doesn’t follow. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

“No. Why would I? It’s my house. No one is here but us and Pucky.”

“Pucky?”

“My cat.”

“There are windows all over downstairs.”

“Then people will get a show.”

Hayes opens his mouth as if to reply but closes it again. We head downstairs and to the front door.

“Thanks for…”

“That fantastic orgasm?”

“It wasn’t that good.”

I cross my arms. “Liar.”

Hayes gets all flustered. “I don’t understand you. Bye…” His eyes rake up and down my body again. I’m not sure if he realizes his tongue sneaks out and licks his bottom lip before he says, “Bye again.”

I can’t stop grinning the rest of the night.