Just before half past six, there’s a knock at the door. I’m off the couch and opening it in approximately two point five seconds. Travis watches me from the couch. I told him only a few minutes ago Ryan is the guy I’m seeing. Standing there in all his sexiness, Ryan Scott grins widely. He’s chosen blue jeans and, in contrast to my black tee, he’s wearing a white one. It emphasises his tanned skin.
“Hey,” he greets.
I feel like I’ve been hard ever since I told him to touch himself. Because of this, I have no shame in throwing out my hand, gripping onto his nicely ironed tee, and yanking him to me. Giving him a bruising kiss, all teeth and lips and passion, I finally release him, allowing him to breathe. “Hey,” I say.
Ryan smiles as he rubs himself against me. He murmurs into my ear, “Have you been as hard as me this whole time, Sir?”
“Yes,” I reply. He groans. “Come.” I grab his hand, shut the door, and to Travis’s mirth, I tell him I’m giving Ryan a tour. I’m pretty sure he mutters something along the lines of, “A tour of your cock,” but I ignore it. In my room, I close the door before we’re both grabbing for each other. Gone are our shirts, away with our jeans, and too-da-loo to our briefs. In less than a minute of entering my room, we’re naked and on my bed.
“I love your lips,” Ryan says.
“Mm… I think they love you back.” I press him down onto his back and move between his legs. My fingers comb through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Our tongues make love as I grind down on his cock. Between licks and pecks, I speak into his mouth, “You’ve had me so hard. Ever since I told you to touch yourself.”
“You’ve been hard? What about me ? You’re evil, Sir. Making me hard and then leaving me in the lurch.” He grips my ass, hands separating my cheeks. I gasp as the cool air meets my crack. “Do you want me inside you, Sir?”
Knowing he’ll stop me at any minute, I move my free hand between us and stroke his perineum. He tenses. Peppering kisses over his jaw, I whisper into his ear, “I want to be inside you .” When he moans, I’m hopeful, and continue, “You tell me when you’re ready, boy. Because I want to feel your heat around my cock as I move in and out of your body.”
“F-fuck.”
“No, it’ll be more like making love.” I lift my head to meet his eyes. “At least the first time. Then, and only when you’re ready, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Sir?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes are restless and he won’t look at me. “I-I’m not. It’s not….”
I peck his lips. “It’s okay. Just tell me when and if you are, okay?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat. “When I’m ready, you’ll be the first to know.”
Considering I didn’t think I’d ever hear those words, I’m feeling pretty happy right about now. Although I want nothing more than to be inside him, his words give me hope for the future. “Good boy.” Sliding off, I move onto my stomach. Fumbling in my bedside drawer, I pull out a condom, some lube, and hand them over to him.
Ryan hesitates. “You don’t mind me fucking you, right, Sir?”
“No. Surprisingly, I like it. As long as we both know who’s in control, we’re good. But, if I’m being completely honest, I do prefer to top.”
“If I’m being honest, I did prefer to bottom. Before. But now….”
On my side, I cradle his cheek and urge him down. Kissing his lips, I try to show him I understand and, when he’s ready to talk, I’ll listen. As we kiss, I move onto my back. Ryan’s eyes widen as I slowly pull out the butt plug I’d put inside me after my bath. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I enjoy the intimacy this position provides. It’s something else I’m not entirely used to but is fast becoming a new favourite. Now, as our eyes meet and I tell him to enter me, the sensual connection we had last weekend returns and I find myself revelling in it. I want this man to be mine so badly. In every way possible. Soaking up all the intimate sensations of our bodies reuniting once again, I don’t break the connection with his eyes.
“God, boy. You feel so good. Are you going to come for me?”
“Mm-hm.” Hooking his hands over my shoulders, he picks up the pace.
My fingers move under my knees and play with his nipples. I smile when he groans. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to come real soon. Come with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” He moans when I take his nipples with my fingers, squeezing them just as his breath shudders. “Oh, fuck.” Ryan picks up the pace, pressing against my sweet spot over and over. The sounds of our skin slapping together fills the room, and the feel of his sweaty hair stroking my forehead has my breath catching.
“Yes. That’s it, boy.” Erupting all over my stomach, I throw my head back as I silently come hard. Ryan isn’t quiet. He groans loudly. As he comes, I wrench his head down, smashing our lips together and swallowing his moans of pleasure.
When we’ve both caught our breaths, Ryan carefully slides out and removes the rubber. I take it from him and chuck it in the bin. Hands on either side of his head, I pull him down on the bed. I slide on top of him, kissing him slowly. One thought is echoing inside my head as I pour my desire for him into our kiss. He’s mine . Wordlessly, I tell him how amazing it was, and from his slow, sensual licks and nibbles, I know he feels the same way.
* * *
Arriving at the club, Travis, Ryan, and I keep a look out for Trey. He messaged earlier to say he’d meet us there. As David’s working a shift here, he brought him along earlier. Must be handy being with a bouncer who works at your favourite club. I’m about to head over to the bar where Riley usually works, assuming Trey’s hanging with him until we rock up. But before I do, I automatically take Ryan’s hand to lead the way. The fact that he jerks his hand back less than a second later? Well, it sends a painful pinch to my heart. It also doesn’t help my pride. Clearing my throat and avoiding his eyes, I look to Trav and nod my head to the bar. “Maybe with Riley?”
Travis is busy glancing between us in confusion. After a moment, he nods. “Yeah.”
Aware of Ryan’s close proximity behind me, I choose to ignore it. Why did he rip his hand out of mine? Was it a reflex to rebel against my taking control? He was fine with hand-holding when we went out for dinner.
Finding my younger brother over by the bar, I quickly sneak up and grab him from behind.
“Ah!” Trey’s short scream of surprise is hilarious, and it makes Riley burst out laughing. A good-looking man with blond hair and green eyes, Riley is a power bottom who frequented my bed a few years ago. Trey knows about our casual hook-ups and thankfully is cool about it. Said brother snaps me back to reality as he smacks my chest. “You idiot! I spilled my drink!”
“Good thing it was nearly empty then. You going to hug me or not?”
Trey must’ve seen something in my eyes, because he pulls me to him tightly, and whispers in my ear, “What’s wrong?”
I hold him firmly before drawing back with a shake of my head. I gesture to Travis and Ryan.
Trey cocks his brow. “Ryan?”
I slip my hands into my pockets and speak before anyone else can. “Yeah, he came with us. Wanted to see David and where he works. It’s a surprise for him though. Where is he?” I don’t know if it’s because of the hand-rip or what, but I don’t feel like focusing on the fact that we’ve come together. Ryan and I clearly need to sort out a few more things before we tell anyone else we’re seeing each other. Travis gives me a look, but I ignore it.
“Oh, I’m not sure.” Trey’s voice betrays his confusion. He shrugs. “Well, it’s good to see you, man. Hey, bro.” He hugs Ryan and then Trav.
Leaning on the bar, I glance over and Riley catches my eye. “What can I get you, hot stuff?”
I smirk. “The usual.”
“Coming up.”
As I wait for my Scotch on the rocks, Ryan steps up beside me. “Hen—”
My eyes snap to him, and I scowl. Ryan looks contrite as he lowers his eyes. “I’m sorry. What… what are you having?” I tell him, and he gets his wallet out. He waves to Riley. “Can I please get one too? My buy.”
Riley grins. “Aw, our Henry’s found a gentleman. Uses the P-word and everything.” Shaking my head, I tell him Sean was a gentleman. He waves his hand, brushing it off. “Yeah but he didn’t pay for things. And this one’s hotter.”
Chuckling, I roll my eyes at him. “You got a gentleman at the moment?”
Riley sighs dramatically. “Nope.”
Ryan clears his throat loudly. Huh. Guess he’s feeling a little invisible. And don’t I know the feeling. I’m being irrational, but the way he ripped his hand out of mine hurt. Again, it makes me want to punish him. Once our drinks are placed on the bar and he’s paid, I turn to him. My tone is unforgiving and cold. “Are you hoping I’ll forget about it, or are you going to explain yourself?”
Ryan flinches. “Can I explain later? But I’ll apologise again.” Moving in close, Ryan places his lips to my ear. “I’m really sorry, Sir. And I know right now you’re hurt and confused, and you probably don’t want to admit we’re dating, which is why you said what you did to Trey, but I am sorry. And, I’d really like your brother and David and… Riley to know I’m here with you.”
Holding the back of his neck, and ignoring his jerk at the touch, I press my lips to his ear. “You need to understand. I don’t like introducing guys to my brothers if I don’t know what’s going on between us. I really like you, Ryan. But you have me so fucking confused.” Releasing him, I wink at Riley, pick up my drink, and return to my brothers.
“Uh, so.” Trey’s at a loss for words as he watches us. Travis has managed to grab a drink as well. “Should we head to the courtyard?”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
My hand is suddenly taken into Ryan’s. I’m equal parts annoyed and happy. Annoyed, because apparently he can decide when we hold hands and I can’t, and happy, because he’s decided we can. God, it’s frustrating. Ryan grins widely at Trey. “Lead the way.”
So, hand-in-hand, Ryan and I follow behind my brothers to another crowded area. Ahead of us, my brothers are talking quietly. Ryan squeezes my hand gently. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
“I have a couple of meetings later in the day.”
He bites his lip. “Okay. Well. I mean. If you’re still all right with me staying the night, maybe we could go out for breakfast tomorrow.” His manner and voice are full of apology. Now I feel kind of bad.
Taking a deep breath, I squeeze his hand and nod. “Okay.” I push aside any anger, confusion, and hurt. For now, we’ll enjoy the night and discuss things later.