Page 51 of Hearts Colliding
“Ry—” But Ryan was gone, leaving silence behind him.
Alex slumped against the window, and pressed his head against the cool glass.
A few days away together, where it was just them. No suspicious grannie. No friends asking awkward questions. No development plans. No Love’s Harbour or New House, which contained more baggage than an airport. Why couldn’t he have said yes when Ryan made the suggestion? But there was no point, not really. Whatever they were, it was all about the here and now. They were time limited. They both knew it, and they both needed to remember. Plans and arrangements. They were for others, for those with prospects and futures together. They weren’t for him and Ryan. Plans came from putting down roots, no matter how shallow.
The clock pinged the hour. It really was time to leave, when it was the last thing he wanted to do.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
"God, I’ve missed you,” Alex breathed against Ryan's lips. How could five days feel like five weeks, months, years?
Ryan's lips reclaimed his, and Alex gave himself up to the feel of Ryan, to the taste of him. They’d phoned, they’d video called, but it was a thin, pale version of the living, breathing man he all but dragged through the door, slamming it closed barely before Ryan had crossed the threshold.
He shivered as Ryan pressed him harder into the door — Christ, they’d not even made it past the hallway — his body shaking as Ryan rolled his hips, pressing his iron-hard erection against him.
“Ry—” The rest was lost in a groan as Ryan eased his hand between them, expertly unbuttoning and drawing down the zip over his own swollen, greedy cock. His jeans and briefs fell to the floor, with Ryan’s following seconds later.
Alex's mouth watered and his pulse quickened. Ryan's cock jutted out, flushed and veiny, the top glistening, slick with pre-cum. God, but he needed Ryan, needed to feel his heat, his heaviness, his—
Ryan slapped his hand away and moved in closer. His eyes were dark, his smile darker. As he crowded Alex, his gaze narrowed, and his smiled turned to a smirk.
It was arrogant, aggressive, domineering.
It was so freaking hot.
Ryan clamped his hands on the door, either side of Alex's head.
"I missed you too, babe. So fucking much. I was counting down every second of every day until you got home.”
Alex's heart stumbled, seemed to stop. Home? Was that really where he was? But any logical thought was shattered into a million tiny pieces when Ryan stooped and hooked his muscled arms around the back of his thighs. Alex was half lifted and half jumped into Ryan’s strong arms, wrapping his legs tight around Ryan’s hips as he was pinned to the door.
"Oh, Christ," Alex gasped, his muscles trembling as Ryan ground into him, dragging their shafts together in a delicious friction.
Ryan pushed his hips forward, and Alex tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but he was trapped, held fast against the door.
Trapped. Panic rose in his chest, the heavy press of Ryan now a breath stealing weight. Ryan stilled, and lifted his head from the crook of Alex's neck.
The lust that had darkened his eyes melted into a deep softness that reached all the way into Alex's heart.
“You've got nothing to be afraid of, Alex. Not with me, never with me. I promise. But if this isn't what you want…" Ryan loosened his grip. With a spark of panic, Alex feared losing Ryan’s warmth, his strength, the solid comfort he’d craved for days that had felt like a lifetime as he’d curled up in his wide, empty bed.
“No…” It was all he could stammer out. For god's sake, what was wrong with him? "Of course I want this. Of course I want you… You took my breath away, that’s all. I don't think you realise how strong you are.”
“Then all the better to take your weight and hold you steady.”
Alex sighed, his stupid, stupid anxiety dissolving as Ryan brushed a soft kiss across his lips.
“Forget about it all. Whatever it is, just let it go. It’s just us, remember? Nobody and nothing else.” Ryan's voice, deep and husky yet softer than velvet, seeped into Alex's soul.
Nobody and nothing else… Tightening his legs around Ryan's slowly undulating hips, Alex pulled Ryan in hard, the need for him, for his strength, overwhelming and undeniable.
Blood screamed through Alex's veins, but it wasn't enough to drown out their moans and gasps filling the hallway, echoing and bouncing from the walls.
And all the time, kissing, kissing, and kissing, breaking for the tiniest of shaky breaths, before their lips once more clamped together in desperation.
Ryan's grip beneath Alex's legs shifted and tightened, his hard fingers pushing into Alex’s flesh. Alex was numb to the pain, numb to everything except the heat of tongue on tongue, of saliva smeared lips, and of the hard, insistent rock of Ryan’s hips. Their heavy cocks rubbed and dragged against each other, the friction sending heat deep into Alex’s groin. His cock thickened and his balls tightened as his climax rushed forward, undeniable and unstoppable. Ryan smashed into him, picking up speed, urging him on. And all the time, kissing, kissing, kissing.
Alex broke their kiss, gasping for air.
