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“Positive.” No hesitation. I needed this, maybe more than Ryandid.
“You still trust me after that?”
I grabbed the back of his neck and made him look at me. “You heard me, Rye. You stopped. Hell yes, I still trust you. Now I want you to fuck me.”
A little of his control slipped at my words. I saw it in the way his nostrils flared and his thigh muscles bunched. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down over his cock. He smeared a generous amount of lube over the condom, then put more on his fingers. I wanted him in charge, and I wanted to see it all happen, so I ended up on my back with a pillow under my lower back. Nerves rolled my stomach, while need had my legs shivering and my lungs straining.
This was really going to happen.
Ryan
NEVERINa million years did I think I’d do what I almost did to Adam. I totally fucking lost my nut, fell off my rocker, and I almost fucked him raw. And dry, and goddamn that would have hurt. Never in a million years did I think he’d be so calm and forgiving, and then tell me to go ahead and fuck him anyway.
He looked up at me with so much trust and—not love, it couldn’t possibly be love—other emotions that I was flying on them before I pushed my lubed fingers into his ass to slick him up. Adam made a strangled sound and pressed down on my fingers, and holy Jesus, he was still so tight. How was I ever gonna get my cock inside?
I found his prostate again, and he shouted nonsense, and the desire behind it went straight to my cock. I’d fucked guys before, but never someone as responsive as Adam. Never someone who wanted it so much, and not just from any old son of a gun with a hard dick—he wanted it from me. I pulled my fingers out, and he made a desperate noise. With a lot more brain cells than the first time, I lined up the head of my cock with his entrance, and I pushed.
Chapter 9
Adam
RYAN. INSIDE. Ow. Good. Shit. Amazing. Get it out. Deeper!
My mind blurred with emotions and physical signals that complemented and competed, and I thought I might explode from the incendiary concoction boiling inside of me. My ass burned, my cock pulsed, and everything I thought I knew about sex got tossed right out the window, along with my ability to be quiet. I couldn’t censor the words tumbling out of my mouth as Ryan worked his way inside me.
And for once, the doubtful voice in my head shut the fuck up.
When he could go no further, balls-deep in my body, Ryan bent forward and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He hauled me into a kiss that swallowed me whole, and then he began to move. He took every noise I made, and I took his, and I got lost in the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and in the intense, almost painful sensation of his cock moving inside of me. The angle trapped my cock between our bellies, and the constant friction had me coming with dizzying force, slicking our sweat-dampened skin.
Ryan yelled something, maybe my name, as he reared back. He slammed his hips into me, a handful of hard, intense thrusts, and then came with a shuddering gasp. He collapsed on top of me, a panting, shivering weight, still buried deep inside. I slid my arms around his waist, liking him there a hell of a lot, until his cock started to soften.
He planted a line of kisses along my face and jaw as he pulled out. The discomfort of his penetration became a sharp sting that didn’t lessen when he’d withdrawn fully. He tied off the condom and dropped it on the floor, then pulled me back into his arms. We lay there, belly to belly, sticky and worn out, legs tangled together.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m great. That was… wow.”
“Good wow?”
Ryan sounded so unsure of himself. I grabbed his neck and made him look at me, and I saw the truth of his uncertainty in his eyes. “Amazing wow.”
Affection thawed some of the uncertainty. “I can’t believe I almost—”
“You didn’t, so forget about it. I kind of goaded you.”
“I’m a big boy, Adam. I’m responsible for my own actions.”
“So am I.” I clenched my ass, even though I didn’t need the reminder that I’d just had a big cock slammed inside over and over. The sharp twinge must have telegraphed across my face, because Ryan’s eyebrows went up.
“Shit, I did hurt you, didn’t I?” He tried to reach around me, probably to inspect the area in question, and that wasn’t going to happen.
I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. He could have knocked me off pretty easily, but he didn’t. He rested his hands on my hips and held me there, my arms folded on his chest, our sticky bellies pressing close. “I’m fine. I’m not used to having things shoved up there, thank you very much, but it’ll pass.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“Or maybe,” I said, “this will repeat itself often enough that I’ll get used to it.”
“With me?”
