Chapter Thirty-Two

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Hayes

W ith my arms and legs wrapped around Rylan, I kiss him as he walks through his bedroom. His mouth tastes like mint, his skin tinged with the scent of his citrusy soap mixed with his natural, almost spicy smell.

I slide down his body and to my feet, trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. I confronted Malcolm, and I’m in love with Rylan.

Rylan is in love with me.

My life has taken a pretty fucking exciting twist in the last few months.

While our tongues tangle and move together, I let my hands travel down his back and palm the firm curves of his muscular ass. He flexes it, and I laugh into his kiss because it’s absolutely ridiculous how much he likes showing me how muscular he is. I can’t pretend I don’t like it too.

I’m going to be inside him. That’s wild to think about—that this man wants me to fuck him. That the hard cock behind his shorts is for me and what I’m about to do to him.

“Want you,” he says, pulling away and reaching for the hem of his shirt.

I swat his hands away. “I get to lead this show, remember?”

He smirks. “It’s so hot when you take control.”

I’m going to choose to believe him on that.

I pull his shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. “You’re so beautiful.” My hands dance over his pecs, down his abs and back up again. His nipples are pebbled, and I pluck each one with my fingers, letting his responsive moan wash over me. “You’re like a work of art.” One of my hands slips farther south, my palm rubbing against the huge bulge beneath his shorts.

“I like it when you call me pretty. Say it again,” he teases in this way that couldn’t be more Rylan. And as much as I would have thought stuff like that annoying before I met him, all I can do is find it charming now—at least with him.

“Don’t push your luck,” I joke back.

I look up at him, expecting a smirk, some playful expression, but all I see are these big blue eyes filled with so much damn compassion, mixed with a hungry desire I’ve never felt directed at me until Rylan Pierce came into my life.

“You’re so fucking beautiful too.” He cups my face, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he feels what he’s saying. Nothing Rylan tells me is part of a game. It’s not a man trying to get what he wants. It’s real. We’re real.

I wrap my hand around his nape, tugging Rylan down and slamming my mouth to his. This kiss is more frenzied now, desperate, as we devour each other, my hand running up and down his back, blunt nails digging in to the point where I’ll be leaving marks.

I shove my hand down the back of his shorts, feel his hot skin against my palm before dropping to my knees in front of him.

I feel like a king down here for him, something no one has ever made me feel before, as I pull his shorts and underwear down in one swift movement so his gorgeous, thick cock is right in front of me.

“You missing this dick?” he asks, holding the base and tracing my lips with his tip.

“Hell yes. I don’t know how I’m going to miss out on it to take your ass.”

He chuckles. “I promise, baby, you’ll like that too.”

My dick pulses behind my jeans as if to say, No lies detected. I nuzzle my face into his groin, take in the muskier scent there that is an incredible aphrodisiac.

I rub my face against his cock, licking at his heavy sac as I do. Being buried in Rylan’s groin is one of my favorite places to be.

“God, look at you. How did I get so lucky?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“The jury is still out,” I tease, before taking him into my mouth, sucking him to the back of my throat.

Rylan hisses in pleasure, moving his hips slightly, giving me a gentle face-fucking. And as hot as it is, as much as I love having my lips stretched around his cock, it’s not all I’m hungry for tonight, so I pull off him.

“Hey. Where’s your mouth going?” he asks playfully.

“Kneel on the edge of the bed,” I tell him, pulses of electricity strumming through me at the confidence I feel in taking the lead when I’m with Rylan. This isn’t something I would want all the time, but there’s a natural high from it that goes straight to my head, one that I’m sure I’ll enjoy here and there, now until forever, because we’re totally the best couple ever.

“Fuck yes,” Rylan replies in the easygoing manner he wears so naturally.

He moves to the mattress, getting on his hands and knees there, ass at perfect level for my face.

I push to my feet, remove my shoes, pants, and underwear, then kneel behind him. “We’re good?” I ask, hands on his firm ass cheeks and spreading them open.

“Yeah, I showered right before you got here.”

I take in the sight of his tight hole, the light dusting of hair in his crack, and I swear I’m nearly salivating. I want to taste him, want my tongue inside him. Want to drive Rylan absolutely wild with lust the way he does with me.

The first lash of my tongue against his rim makes a deep groan escape his lips. It’s all the encouragement I need to bury my face in his ass, licking and probing at his hole. He tastes so fucking good, smells like sex, and I’m a fiend for it all.

I eat his ass like a starving man, and I guess in a lot of ways, I am. Rylan pushes back against me, his body begging for more. “So fucking good. Eat that hole, baby. Christ, push your tongue inside me.”

I stiffen my tongue, working to push inside his ring. Pulling back, I kiss his ass cheeks before sucking my finger and pushing it inside him, fucking him with it, working him open before I replace my digit with my tongue.

With my hands on his ass cheeks, I keep him spread open while going feral on him. I honestly didn’t even know I had it in me, but the need for him builds higher and higher. Makes me feel invincible, my body flying, sparks of want and passion creating a light display inside me.

My dick is throbbing. It’s killing me not to know what it feels like to be inside someone, inside Rylan.

“Open me up more. I need you to fuck me,” he says, reading my mind.

I pull away from him so I can grab the lube and a condom from the drawer…then pause. “Do we need this?” I ask, holding up the condom. We’ve talked about it before. I’ve been tested more than once since Malcolm, and Rylan is regularly tested too, plus he’s on PrEP. It was me who was nervous about the risk, but…

“It’s okay if you want to keep using them,” he tells me.

“I don’t. I’m okay not using one if you are too. Or if you’d rather top first when we don’t. Either way, I just…I trust you, and I want this.”

“I trust you and I want this too,” he replies, looking at me over his shoulder with a grin I’m still trying to get used to seeing aimed at me.

“No condom, then.” I toss it back in the drawer. “Lie on your back.”

Rylan flips over, positioning himself on the bed with his head on the pillows. I slick my fingers with lube, then kneel between his legs. My hunger for him is only growing. Rylan lifts one of his legs. Leaning over, I take his mouth as I push one finger, then two inside him. It makes me tremble, and I wonder how I’m ever going to survive being inside him. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked to go bare the first time I top someone. What if I come in two seconds and can’t get him off?

He moans into the kiss, his desire for me quieting some of my doubt. This is good for him. He’s enjoying this. He’s wanted it from me for a while now, and he loves me. No matter what happens, it’ll be okay.

My fingers slide in and out of his body while our tongues move together hungrily. Rylan wraps one arm around me, tugging my upper body closer, like he can’t get enough of the kiss. I twist my fingers, work to open him up, seek out his prostate and rub it, feeling the jolt shoot through him.

I smile into the kiss and do it again. Driving him wild like this is fucking awesome.

As I kiss my way down his chest, nuzzling his firm pecs, pushing my face between them and rubbing my cheeks against his warm skin and the short, dark hairs there, I work a third finger inside him, my cock leaking onto his body. Rylan’s dick is hard between us, thick and red and so fucking beautiful.

“Fuck yes,” he says as I continue to stretch his hole, getting him ready for me. “I’m dying for your cock, baby. Want you to fuck me. Want to feel you come inside me.”

“I’m pretty sure those are the sexiest sentences in existence.” I pull my fingers out of him, look down at this beautiful, sweet man who is totally like a twelve out of ten, even if that makes no sense.

And he’s mine. All mine.

“You gonna fuck me now?”

“Yes. Apologizing ahead of time if I don’t last long.”

He chuckles, then pulls me down for a quick kiss. “It’ll be great, and if it’s not, there’s always next time.”

I gasp. “I can’t believe you said if it’s not. What the hell, Ry. You just jinxed me.”

He offers his rich, happy laugh. “I thought you didn’t believe in those things.”

“Not about hockey, but when it comes to me fucking you, I do.”

Rylan sobers. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

He shrugs. “I already know.”

And welp, that’s it. I’m totally dead. I melt into a puddle right there in bed with him. “God, I love you.”

I pump lube into my hand, too eager for what’s to come to even mention his incredible muscle strength because of how he’s still holding one leg in the air like it’s nothing.

“I love you too,” he replies, wiping away any residual nerves I felt.

Still leaning over him, I hold the base of my cock and watch myself slowly push inside him. “Oh God,” sneaks out as the hot, tight grip of his body begins to envelop me. I’ve used a Fleshlight before, and it was nothing like this, like the feel of Rylan’s body squeezing me, accepting me. “Holy shit.” His body is throbbing from the inside. As much as I love to be fucked by him, I definitely think I’ll be partaking in this more often too.

“That’s it. Take what’s yours. Give me that dick. Been dying for it.”

His words go straight to my balls, making my dick twitch inside him. “Oh my God. You can’t talk like that right now. I almost just ended this.”

When he laughs, it’s even worse.

“Stop. Jesus. Okay, let me focus.” In the back of my mind, I wonder if I should be embarrassed about my behavior, the things I’m saying, but this is Rylan, and I don’t ever have to feel uncomfortable with him.

I look down at him, at his mischievous smirk, at the way he can’t keep his eyes off me, urging me on without saying a word until I’m buried to the hilt and… “Gonna die. I must fuck you now.”

“I’d appreciate that,” he says playfully, but I can’t concentrate on the words right now. I pull back and snap my hips forward again, see his eyes roll back in this way that turns me on more.

I do it again, over and over and over, fucking into Rylan’s tight, needy body. He spits in his hand and strokes himself, jerking off while giving me his body, never taking his gaze from mine.

“This is so good…I can’t believe…how do you ever stop doing this?” I ramble as I keep thrusting.

“Hearing you lose it like this is so fucking hot.”

I say a silent thank-you for his Nerdy Hayes kink.

“There you go. Right there. Harder. Keep hitting that spot.”

My vision blurs. I want him to enjoy this more than anything. I do my best to keep hitting that spot, taking him hard, pumping my hips into him and nearly dying every time my cock is buried deep.

“Ry…you don’t even know. I need you to come. Please come. I can’t…”

And something about what I’m saying seems to do it for him, or maybe I’m just a really good top and don’t know it, but his ass tightens, his body arching up, cock jerking as he pulses his release onto his stomach.

I immediately join him, feel my dick spasm in what must be, hands down, the best hole in the world. Pleasure keeps rolling through me, cock still spurting, filling Rylan with my release. Holy fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life.

And then I collapse.

Maybe die.

But if I were dead, I wouldn’t be able to feel his chest vibrate with laughter against mine, wouldn’t feel his strong arms around me.

“Damn, that was good,” he says, and I wonder how he’s able to form words. I’m not sure I can.

“I should clean up the mess,” I say. He always does when he fucks me.

“Nah, we’ll deal with it later. I don’t want you to leave this spot.”

His hold on me tightens, and I wish I never had to leave this spot either, Rylan’s pecs against my cheek, his breath in my hair.

“We’re going to make this work,” I tell him.

“Damn right we are. You’re mine, cutie. And I don’t ever plan to let you go.”

Possessive Rylan is totally fucking hot.