Ryan took a deep breath and shifted back onto me, his ass swallowing me all the way inside.
“Take me. I want to feel you take me.”
I shifted and ran a hand down his spine. Then I took hold of his hips and slowly began to withdraw. The erotic feel of his body clinging to mine as I pulled out of him made me grit my teeth. Just as the tip was about to slip free, I dug my fingers into his hips and pushed back inside.
“Yes,” Ryan said as I braced my knees and began to move in and out of him. “Yes, yes, yes…”
I started slow, letting him get used to my body. But that wouldn’t last long. He felt too good, and I was too desperate for him. When he reached under himself to start stroking his dick, I took that as my cue to pick up the pace.
I began to thrust my hips back and forth. The sounds of his breathing and my thighs slapping the back of his were a hot soundtrack to an already scorching scene. Ryan cried out and arched up into me, and I let go of his waist to wrap an arm around his shoulders. As I thrust deep inside, I pulled him up to his knees, then Ryan turned his head, and I took his lips in a savage kiss.
I bit and sucked before plunging my tongue inside, then began to thrust into him in fast, hard jabs. His moans were muffled by my mouth as he frantically worked his cock, and when he ripped his mouth free for air, I began to kiss my way down his neck.
“You weren’t supposed to feel this good,” I said, panting. “Or taste this fucking sweet…”
Ryan’s head fell back on my shoulder, and I reached around to take over from his busy hand. I began to work him from both sides as he fell forward to his palms.
I curled my body around the back of his, my hips and hand moving in tandem, as I kissed and sucked the skin of his shoulder. Ryan moved down to his forearms, his fingers curling into my duvet, tilting his ass up in just the right position for me to get in nice and deep.
He was breathing hard now, panting and moaning as he used the bed to push back on me, and the sight of his body enveloping my dick made my balls tighten. I gripped his hips, hard enough that I’d probably leave marks, then I drilled into him like there was no tomorrow.
Ryan frantically stroked in time with each punch of my hips, and when he tensed and clawed at the duvet, it was like a detonator switch had been flipped.
I shoved in hard, and he shouted out my name, and as his ass tightened around me like a vise, he came on a rush that had me exploding inside him in a brain-destroying orgasm.
Fuck. Me.
I’d known the attraction between us was strong. That was why I’d been fighting it so hard. But now that I’d given in, now that I’d crossed that line, I wasn’t sure I could ever go back.
As I slowly pulled free, Ryan sighed and rolled to his back. He looked sexy, relaxed, and one hundred percent satisfied.
“I should get lost more often if this is what happens.”
“How about you only get lost in this apartment?”
“Hmm.” He kicked off his remaining pieces of clothing at his ankles. “I don’t know. What’s my incentive?”
I walked to my door, about to go and dispose of the condom, then stopped and looked back at him.
“That when I wake back up, we’ll do this all over again.”
Chapter 27
Ryan
“HOW DO YOU feel about going for a ride this afternoon?”
I handed Jameson a cup of coffee, then took the seat beside him and tucked my legs up under my butt.
We’d spent the most amazing morning in his bed, where I’d fallen asleep for a couple of hours, only to be woken up by kisses and a hot body that worked me out until I fell right back to sleep again.
It’d been my dream day so far, and now he wanted to continue it?
“A ride? On your bike?”
Jameson nodded, and it took everything I had not to kiss him. I wasn’t quite sure if we were there yet, in the place where I could just kiss him whenever I felt like it, so for now, I kept my lips to myself.
“Yeah. I usually like to take it out on my days off. Helps me unwind.”
“I’d love to. When did you want to go?”
He eyed my mug and shrugged. “As soon as we finish.”
“Perfect.” I got to my feet, and Jameson looked up at me with a frown.
“Where are you going?”
“Well, I can’t wear this.”
He ran his eyes down my t-shirt and grey sweats. “That’s a shame. You wear it so well.”
“Come on, they’re sweatpants.”
“Yeah, and they mold to all the parts of you I want to get my hands on.”
I glanced down my body to where the soft material outlined my prominent bulge. “That’s only because you’re looking at me.”
“Which makes me like them even more.”
I bit down on my lip as I held Jameson’s gaze, and when he groaned and said, “Go and get fucking changed,” I had to force myself to leave him.
A couple minutes later, I was back in the kitchen dressed much more appropriately for an afternoon ride. I rinsed off my mug and opened the dishwasher to stack it, smiling when I saw Jameson’s mug inside.
He was a great roommate. There were no wet towels on the floor, no clothes thrown all over the place, and, best of all, no dirty dishes left in the sink.
I’d known that renting to him was a smart idea. He had to bunk with others every day at work. It made sense he would keep a clean house.
“You ready to go?”
I turned to see Jameson stepping out of his room in boots, jeans, and a long-sleeved crew neck, and my heart pounded a little faster. He was so striking with his dark features and that light pullover that it was difficult to think. When I thought about the fact that I’d spent the morning in his bed, I almost pinched myself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
“Yep. Ready.”
He looked me over. “Do you have a jacket?”
“A sports jacket?”
Jameson scoffed and shook his head. “No. Wait here a second.”
He disappeared inside his room and a couple seconds later reappeared wearing a hooded leather jacket. Then he held his usual one out to me.
“Here, you can wear this.”
I had to resist the urge to snatch it up and bury my nose in it. “But that’s your favorite.”
“I’ve got this one. You can’t ride on the back of my bike in a sports jacket, and you definitely can’t do it in that fancy woolen thing you wear.”
“It’s a peacoat, and it’s not that fancy.” I took the jacket from him and ran my thumb over the supple leather. “It’s not even a name brand.”
“Uh huh. Well, it looks fancy. So this afternoon you’re just gonna have to level down a little.”
“This is not leveling down.” I frowned, hating that he might think that was what I thought of him.
“Relax, GQ. I just meant your fashion standards. But this’ll keep you warm and safe in case of an accident. It protects your body against road rash.”
“What a lovely thought.” I slipped it on, and the delicious scent of Jameson’s cologne on the collar swirled all around me.
“Okay, one last thing.” He reached into my jacket’s pocket and pulled out a black scarf. “The wind will be cold while we’re riding, and by the time we come back, the temperature will have dropped even more.”