Page 28 of What You Own
I slid off the bed, to my knees, and I took his cock in my mouth. A sharp, clean flavor burst on my tongue—something I would forever associate with Ryan—as I licked and sucked the satin skin, while my right hand worked his shaft. Fingers tangled in my hair, tight enough to feel it, but not enough to hurt. Never in my life had I imagined I would like sucking cock this much, or that I’d get on my knees for someone so easily. But this wasRyanand everything we did together was great. Right. Perfect.
I took him as deeply as I could manage before gagging. One day I’d figure out the deep throat thing, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted Ryan to lose it, and me gagging all over him was just not sexy. I got my other hand in on the action by massaging his nuts, which made the fingers in my hair tighten. He was grunting and huffing, and his attempt to be quiet about this was ticking me off. I slid my middle finger back behind his balls, searching for a smooth spot I’d read about.
There. I rubbed his perineum, and he thrust into my mouth hard enough to slam my own fist into my teeth. I kept pressure on that spot, loving the way his thighs were trembling. Every exhale was harsh and strained. I angled my head to look up. He was watching me, eyes half closed, mouth open. When our eyes met, his expression of utter bliss shifted into danger.
He was so damned fast. Ryan had me on my back on the bed and was kissing the shit out of me before I registered that I’d lost control of the situation. He kissed and licked his way down my chest, pausing to briefly bite my nipples, then swirled his tongue into my navel. He tugged at my jeans like they offended him, and he cursed them when my sneakers got tangled. I laughed at the absurdity of it all while he divested me of the rest of my clothes.
Then he was looming over me, nudging my legs apart, and his mouth was on my dick, sucking me down. I shouted at the sheer pleasure of it, hot and wet and tight. He sucked me hard, like he had something to prove, and I let him. I let him hike my knees up over his shoulders and tilt me back, and I knew what was coming even before he parted my cheeks.
The first touch of his mouth on my entrance sent me into orbit. Every touch and lick and press kept me flying. I don’t know what I said, or if it was a lot of nonsense, but something was ripping out of my throat fast enough to get me breathless, and I didn’t want any of it to stop. My cock oozed pre-come onto my abs. I reached for it, needing pressure there, needing something.
Ryan swatted my hand away with a growled, “Mine,” that made my stomach burn with its simple truth.
That didn’t mean I took orders in bed.
I tried again. He clasped my wrist and pressed it to the bed, so I used my left hand. With a snarl, he lunged. This time he dumped me on my stomach and straddled my waist, somehow managing to get both my wrists above my head, planted on the mattress. His hot, hard cock rode the crease of my ass, and something inside me thrilled at the position. His weight kept me from rubbing my own erection on the blanket, or from giving friction to his.
He leaned down until his chest rested on my back, his face by my left ear. “I told you that was mine.”
“Pretty sure it’s still attached to my body,” I said, because I knew it would annoy him. Shred his control just a little bit more.
He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Maybe so, but you can’t suck your cock nearly as good as I can.” He rocked his hips enough to remind me what was riding my ass. “Can’t do a lot of things without me. I wanna go so many places with you, Adam.”
“I want to go there too, Rye. Only with you.”
“Then you gotta let me lead.”
“I’m not much of a follower.”
He chuffed laughter, his breath warm and moist on my cheek. “I’m getting that.”
“You want control in bed?” I yanked my wrists free of his hold. “Fucking take it.”
I wriggled beneath him, halfway turned over before he got in on the game. He squashed his weight down on me, trapping my legs. I didn’t relent, though. I thrashed and jerked, and it became a wrestling match without any real rules or order. Only bodies moving, rubbing, kissing, touching, and thrusting in an unchoreographed dance that left me exhausted, sweating, and a few good, rough strokes from coming. I didn’t give in, though. Ryan had to take this.
Ryan
I’DGROWNup with cousins all around me, and we’d been wrestling in the yard since I was three. I got beat up by the bigger kids enough to know how to move and when to give. Adam didn’t seem to know either. I didn’t know what to do with the rebellious streak coming out of Adam tonight, so I figured on wrestling the beast into submission—only he wasn’t giving up easily. I thought sucking his cock and eating his ass would loosen him up, make him relax. Did the goddamn opposite, is what it did, and made him all kinds of defiant.
I didn’t want to break him like a spirited horse, but I needed him to let me lead.
Adam twisted to try and get me on my back. I caught him with an arm around his chest, got another under his leg, and flipped him solidly onto his stomach. I flattened him with my whole body, still holding tight with both hands. The position put the leg I was clutching higher up, opening him to me. I nudged my own leg up to trap his there. He thrashed, but I had a solid grip this time.
“You give up?” I asked, wonderfully breathless.
“Make me.”
The childish response got my blood burning with adrenaline and arousal. He couldn’t move now, and I wanted him begging again. I sucked on my middle finger, getting as much spit on it as I could, then pressed the pad against his entrance. Adam went completely still for three solid heartbeats, and then he bucked—toward me or away, I didn’t know. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I pressed that finger harder against him until it broke through that tight ring of muscle and slid inside.
“Oh, fuck,” Adam panted. “Oh, shit, Rye.”
I worked my finger in to the second knuckle, fueled by his panted curses. Wiggled the finger. Adam’s whole body jerked, so hard he almost bucked me off. I thrust it in and out, moving my body with his so he didn’t get out from under me. Lord, he was tight.
Virgin.
The word should have penetrated more, made me slow down, be gentler. All it did was stoke my need to be his first, his only, to claim him in every way I could. I yanked my finger out, and he jabbered a protest that I shut up by spitting on my fingers again and thrusting two deep into his ass. Adam hollered, an arm flying around to clutch my thigh, my waist, whatever he could grab. I felt it then, the swell of his prostate, and he felt it too when I rubbed. Adam trembled and shook, all his defiance melting into a puddle of need. I kept him flying a while longer, working those fingers in his body until he was out of his mind.
My cock was rock hard, the skin stretched tight and hot, and I needed so badly to know what it felt like to be inside of Adam’s body. He was real close to completely gone, and I wanted to get him there. I wanted to fuck him so much I was blind with it.
