Page 127 of Faking It Right
I collapsed onto him, barely catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing him. My stomach tried to switch places with my throat as he hugged me closer. “Holy shit,” I said between breaths.
He snickered. “Holy shit is right.Wow.”
I pulled out, both of us wincing at the sensation. It felt like hell leaving his body, but I took care of the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the small trash can beside my bed.
Sprawled across the mattress, he looked debauched with his dark hair spiked up in all directions, his skin flushed pink, and his stomach covered in cum.
“Doing okay?” I asked, climbing back onto the bed beside him.
He shifted to make room for me, cringing as he moved. “Yeah, but I feel weirdly empty now.”
I paused, trying to gauge if he was uncomfortable with what we’d done. But then I caught the playful glint in his gray eyes, and the knot of anxiety in my stomach finally loosened.
“Well, I’d be happy to fill you up again,” I teased, settling next to him and pulling him against my chest. “All you have to do is say the word, snookums.”
He snorted, nestling into my arms with an ease that made my heart swell. “I’m going to need at least a day to recover first, you insatiable beast.”
“Only a day? I’m impressed.” I pressed a kiss to his temple, breathing in the scent of his shampoo mixed with sweat. “That’s fine. I can be patient.”
“You? Patient? Since when?”
I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it was despite being damp with sweat. “I waited three years for you, didn’t I?”
His laughter faded. “Yeah, you did.”
“Worth every second.” I reluctantly pulled away from Ryker, feeling the cool air hit my overheated skin. “Don’t move.”
I climbed out of the bed to head into the bathroom for a washcloth. As I wrung out the excess water, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, with flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and a smile I couldn’t have wiped off my face if I tried. Not when I finally had everything I had ever wanted.
When I returned to the bedroom on shaky legs, Ryker had shifted onto his side, flinching as he moved.
“Easy there,” I said, sitting beside him on the bed. I cleaned him up, taking care to be thorough but gentle.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sit comfortably for at least a week, maybe even two.” Ryker groaned, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Sorry,” I apologized, but I sounded a little too pleased with myself.
He continued his comic lament. “I’ll need to get a doctor’s note for my professors explaining why I have to attend class standing up for the foreseeable future. ‘Please excuse Ryker from sitting, as he has recently experienced catastrophic structural damage due to what can only be classified as a weapon of ass destruction.’”
I laughed, tossing the washcloth aside when I finished. “Look at you coming three times while maintaining your ‘I was totally straight last month’ membership card. Your ass deserves a gold medal for Most Enthusiastic Career Change. From prudish heterosexual to champion power bottom in thirty days flat. Now, that’s what I call upward mobility.”
“Trust me, no one’s more surprised than I am. I never thought I’d enjoy it so much. I can’t believe I managed it, to be honest. Or that all of you fit inside me.”
I stretched out beside him. “You were incredible. You have no idea how beautiful you looked, taking all of me.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” He snickered at his own joke. “If I’d known your dick was magical enough to give me multiple orgasms, I might have tried this sooner.”
I snorted, grateful for his ability to lighten the moment. “Magical dick? Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“There’s some serious dick physics at work here that science should study.”
“I’m touched by your newfound appreciation for my anatomy,” I deadpanned, trying to keep a straight face and failing. “Should I expect a certificate in the mail?”
We both dissolved into laughter, his body shaking against mine. As our amusement faded into comfortable silence, I traced lazy patterns on his shoulder. “Next time will be even better now that you know what to expect. Or we can try different positions if you’re up for it.”
“I’m amazed it was good enough for me to consider a repeat performance.”
“Have you ever imagined riding me?” I asked. “You’d have more control that way, and I’d get to watch you work yourself on my cock, which would be sexy as fuck.”
