Page 47 of Find Me Again

Tonight, it came when they were both naked, with Ryan on his back on the bed and Neil covering him from head to toe, pressing him down, and staring at him with his eyes so dark they were almost black.

And Ryan melted into the mattress, completely letting himself go—even his thundering heart eased up a little, and he closed his eyes at the sudden rush of emotions escaping him all at once.

Neil, in a move that threatened to shatter Ryan into a million pieces, brushed their noses together before leaning down for another kiss. This time it was slow, and yet deep and thorough, as if they had all the time in the world for this.

As if nothing else mattered.

Then one of them shifted slightly—Ryan wouldn't be able to say who—and their erections brushed against each other, making them both inhale sharply at the friction.

The heat that had been simmering blew up into a raging fire, and Ryan gripped Neil's sides hard, suddenly desperate to get inside him.

"Come on, I was promised a ride."

With his bulk, it shouldn't be possible for Neil to move so smoothly, so fast, and yet, barely a few seconds later, he was straddling Ryan with a bottle of lube already in his hand.

All that agility training sure came in handy for more than just hockey.

Ryan ran his hands up and down Neil's thighs as he watched him stretch himself.

"You're gorgeous like this," the words slipped out withouthis permission, but they earned him a bright smile from Neil, so Ryan didn't mind.

"I'll look even better when you're all the way inside," Neil told him, withdrawing his fingers and shifting a little to position himself.

There was no air left in Ryan's lungs by the time Neil slid all the way down, tight, and warm, and perfect.

"Ryan," Neil breathed out. "God, that's so good."

It was.

Damn, it was so much better than good.

It took everything he got not to move, not to buck his hips and try to press even deeper. He was digging his fingers into Neil's thighs hard enough to hurt, but he couldn't do anything else.

He was hardly breathing as it was.

Finally,finally, Neil rolled his hips—slowly at first, then again, a little faster—and tossed his head back, giving Ryan the perfect view of his long neck.

"I hate to say it, but you might have been right."

Halfway out of his mind with how good this felt, Ryan couldn't think straight.

"Was I?" he breathed out, voice barely audible. "About what?"

Neil tightened around him, making Ryan swear and curl his toes, then rolled his hips once again.

"I really won't stand going slow."

Ryan closed his eyes. "Thank God."

They didn't so much as settle into a rhythm, but they chased it with a frantic abandon, faster and harder—hard enough that the slapping of their bodies coming together again and again echoed through the room while the words failed them completely.

The orgasm hit Ryan like a punch to the entire body, andhe moaned loudly as the pleasure rolled through him, igniting every last piece of him and leaving him shaking.

Neil came a second later, falling forward onto Ryan as if he'd used every bit of energy he had and now there was nothing left.

They were both sweaty and shaking, an absolute mess, and yet, Ryan couldn't imagine anything better.

He didn't even try.

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