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And he watches, hands massaging my skin as cum jets from my cock, all over my abs and chest. I’m trying so hard to be quiet, but it’s virtually impossible when it feels like I’m in a spaceship cruising the Milky Way. My dick is pulsing out streams of cum while I’ve officially become a giant orb of pure sensation.
“God, that was hot,” Ryan croaks, sliding his fingers through the mess I made on myself before bringing them to his lips. He slips them into his mouth and sucks my cum off, keeping my good feels going on for much longer.
“Come in me,” I plead, sounding spent while he keeps pounding my ass, the tightness I can feel in all his muscles giving away how close he is. “Please, Ryan. Come in me, baby.”
“I’m… gonna… fill you…up.” He kisses me, growling into my mouth.
And I can feel the moment he lets go. Ifeelhis climax, orgasm pouring deep into me. It shouldn’t feel so fucking good, but it does.
Euphoric.
“I’m coming so good for you, Ben,” he cries, quietly, on my lips as we kiss through his release.
We’re kissing the whole time, touching everywhere. Sucking one another’s lips, feeling the heat and the pleasure, and the love flowing between us, rushing like rapids.
My hands grip his jaw, feeling him flex while he comes down from the high. And then he purrs to me, like a spent kitten who needs a nap.
I love this kid… I fucking love him so hard it’s almost unbelievable.
“You’re a wonder to me, baby,” I confess, and he chuckles, dark brown hair falling in his eyes.
I brush it away for him and he grabs my hand, kissing it before holding it over his heart.
“Is this how it was always supposed to be?” He asks, eyes alit with fascination. “Me and you… With Jess and Ethan and our home, our family. I mean, for a while I wasn’t sure…”
“How it could work,” I finish his thought, and he nods. “I think it works simply because it does. Because thisishow it was always supposed to be. You came into our lives for a reason, Ryan. And you… you became my reason for everything else.”
He does a little pout then drops his forehead to mine. I have to chuckle because we’re being so corny right now, and I don’t want to cry, but like… how could you not?
All this unexpected stuff that happened… It was all for a reason.Ourreason.
It takes us a minute or two, but eventually we get up and attempt cleaning our mess. I’m afraid to go near the big window, half expecting to look out of it and see the entire party gawking up at me like they saw the whole thing.
But there’s no way that’s possible. The thing we were on was nowhere near close enough for anyone to see us.
“I think there’s a bathroom around the corner,” Ryan says, and I nod while we get dressed.
But a moan stops us in our tracks. Ryan’s eyes widen at me, matching my own expression before he turns toward the doorway. I don’t see anyone, and we both inch closer to the entrance of the room, following the sounds of muffled groans and… suction.
“There’s someone out there!” Ryan whisper-shouts.
“Out where?”
He points. “Just around the corner. Do you think they were watching us?”
My face heats up at the idea. “It’s definitely possible…”
Ryan slinks over to the doorway and I follow him. We peer out into the hall, just outside the room and Ryan’s hand slaps over his mouth while I fight not to roll my eyes.
It’s Tate. On his knees.
Sucking a guy’s dick.
Tate pulls off the guy’s dick, looking like absolutely nothing is going on. He actually looks less startled right now than he did when we ran into him at the bar earlier.
The guy, on the other hand, is visibly mortified.
He’s a tall one… Probably like six-four, at least. Taller than me and Ben. And he has light hair, blonder than Ben’s, too. He looks very…large. Like he might not be American.
