Page 55 of The Best Parts of Him
“Naked and naughty nursemaid has come out to play, huh?”
“He was just waiting for permission.”
Dabbs couldn’t say who kissed who first. It was probably mutual. Their lips clung, eager. Their hands roamed, desperate to touch.
Perhaps Ryland was right—why hadn’t Dabbs let Ryland kiss him in Maplewood on the Fourth? He’d thought they were too different, but . . .
Maybe they weren’t.
Or maybe they were, but the differences didn’t matter.
Setting those thoughts aside for now, Dabbs dropped to his knees, thankful the incision from his appendectomy didn’t give him any trouble. He took Ryland in hand, squeezing until Ryland’s eyes rolled back into his head.
“Oh fuck. Kyle.” Ryland gripped the edge of the counter in both hands. “Please suck me. Please.”
“Since you ask so nicely,” Dabbs said in an echo of Ryland’s words from yesterday.
There was something incredibly seductive about being fully dressed while Ryland was naked. It made him feel powerful in a way he hadn’t expected, but that power lay in what he could do for Ryland. How he could make him feel.
And he wanted to make Ryland feel good.
He licked up the underside of Ryland’s cock, gratified when Ryland let out a low moan.
Then he laughed when that same moan had the dogs trotting into the kitchen to make sure they were okay.
“Eep.” Ryland grabbed a tea towel and covered himself with it, wide-eyed. “I don’t want to traumatize them.”
Dabbs laughed so hard he fell on his ass. “You two.” He pointed at the dogs. “Go back to napping. You.” Rising, he planted a hard kiss on Ryland’s mouth. “Bedroom.”
“I can get on board with that.” Ryland headed for the stairs, tea towel and all, transferring it to his butt so the dogs wouldn’t see his naked ass on the way up.
Snorting a laugh, Dabbs followed after him, nearly tripping over Bellamy’s kitten when she darted down the stairs.
In Dabbs’ bedroom, Ryland tossed the towel aside. “I want you to fuck me wearing that.”
Dabbs glanced down at himself. “Sweatpants and a T-shirt?”
“It’s alluring,” Ryland said, grabbing a fistful of Dabbs’ T-shirt in one hand and yanking him closer, “being naked while you’re fully clothed.”
Hadn’t Dabbs been thinking the same thing? He kissed Ryland and gave his butt a little love tap. “I don’t know if I can hold myself up yet.” He gestured vaguely at his abdomen before getting the lube and condoms out of his nightstand drawer. “You’ll have to sit on my dick.”
Ryland’s eyes lit up. His erection jerked. “You won’t hear me complaining,” he said on a gasp as Dabbs thumbed the pre-come away.
And he didn’t complain, but he did swear a blue streak several minutes later as he lowered himself onto Dabbs’ dick after Dabbs prepped him.
“Fuck, Kyle. Fucking fuck, you’re fucking big. Oh my god.” Ryland folded in half, tucking his head in Dabbs’ neck. “I need a minute.”
“Take your time,” Dabbs said, gritting his teeth against the urge to pump his hips. His sweatpants and underwear were down to his thighs, his T-shirt rucked halfway up his chest.
He trailed his hands up and down Ryland’s back, already sweaty, his chest heaving. He kneaded one butt cheek, the other. Spread them apart.
Ryland shuddered. “Shit. Fuck. I need to come so bad.”
The words set Dabbs’ body on fire. “Can I move?”
“I think so.”
Dabbs shifted, just a little, testing Ryland’s readiness.
