Page 19 of Faking It Right
“You’re a natural,” I praised, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “Must be all that practice on yourself.”
He snorted but didn’t pull away from my touch. “You’re such an ass.”
“An ass you can’t keep your hands off of, apparently,” I teased.
I grinned as Ryker worked my erection, his eyes fixed on it with a mix of fascination and frustration.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, adjusting his grip. “Why is your cock so huge? It’s like trying to jerk off a baseball bat.”
I laughed, tilting my head to look at one of the many Renaissance cherub posters his mother had apparently hung while he was away at college. The chubby little angels with their tiny baby dicks were a hilarious contrast to our current activities.
“Compared to your mother’s decorating choices, I’d say I’m practically a god.” I nodded toward the nearest poster. “Look at those poor little cherubs. At least now I know why you’re so shocked. If that’s what you grew up looking at, no wonder you’re impressed by me.”
Ryker followed my gaze and groaned. “Don’t bring my mother’s terrible art choices into this. And don’t flatter yourself.”
“It’s hard not to when you’re looking at me like I’m the eighth wonder of the world.” I shifted my hips to push more firmly into his grip. “Poor baby, is your hand getting tired already? We’ve barely started. Where’s your stamina?”
He scowled but kept stroking. “Sorry. Not all of us have monster dicks that require two hands and a map to navigate.”
“Mmm, but you’re doing so well with your exploration,” I purred, admiring how his cheeks flushed. “Need a break? Maybe we should switch and let me show you how it’s done.”
“I’m not giving up.”
I brushed my fingers along his thigh. “Yours is perfect, though.”
His strokes faltered. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m serious,” I insisted. “It’s gorgeous. Just right for sucking. I could take all of you down my throat without gagging.”
He whispered my name but didn’t slow down.
“I bet you hit all the right spots with that curve. It’s the perfect cock for making someone see stars.”
A small whimper escaped him as his hand moved faster on my shaft. His hips jerked, seeking friction that wasn’t there.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, watching his face. “Damn, you look so good touching me like this.”
Another whimper, louder this time, as he worked me with renewed determination. His eyes darted between my face and my cock, as if he couldn’t decide which view he preferred.
My gaze dropped to his stomach, where his release glistened as evidence of his pleasure. I wanted to taste him so badly, to run my tongue through the mess on his skin and show him how much I craved every part of him. But I held back. Ryker was tiptoeing through his sexuality crisis like a teenager sneaking past their parents’ bedroom to break curfew. Make too much noise and he’d bolt back to his hetero hideout faster than I could say “bro job.”
Instead, I focused on the incredible sensation of him working my hard-on, memorizing each detail. A slight furrow formed on his brow as he gauged my reactions.
I’d spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to cross that line with him, but nothing compared to the reality. It wasn’t just physical, although that part wasincredible. It was about Ryker trusting me enough to explore a new side of himself with me. Happiness exploded in my chest that made every orgasm I’d ever had look like a sneeze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I murmured, captivated by his expression. “All flushed and breathless because of me.”
His gray eyes locked onto mine, reflecting a battlefield of vulnerability and questions. “You know I’ve never done anything with a guy before.”
“I know. That makes it even hotter.”
As the tension coiled inside me, filthy encouragements spilled from my lips. “That’s it, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so amazing on my cock. I’ve fantasized about you making me explode all over you.”
Ryker’s pupils dilated at my words, his breathing growing more labored. The effect my dirty talk had on him was intoxicating, since he wasn’t retreating but getting more into it.
“Do you enjoy hearing how much I crave you?” I pressed, emboldened by his response. “How many times I’ve jerked off thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around me? How I’ve imagined bending you over every surface in our apartment?”
“Fuck, Harley,” he groaned, his rhythm picking up.
