by Z. B Heller
“I should have been there for you.” Ryan bowed his head and pressed his lips together.
“Honestly, Ryan, I’m glad you weren’t.” His head shot up. “I’m not happy with the way things happened with us, but I think I needed to find who I was on my own. If you’d been there, I would have relied on you too much and not taken the risks I did.”
He nodded. “I’m proud of you, Brandon, and I’m glad you found your happiness.”
As Ryan and I talked, I noticed ways he had changed over the years. He was more sincere, more comfortable revealing the truth. It made me happy to know he matured over the years. We had both grown emotionally since we’d seen each other last, and now it was time for me to take that final leap. Whether it was God or some other divine intervention, Ryan had come back into my life. I realized it was him I’d always wanted; he was the one I compared every partner to. In the end, none of them ever lived up to how much I loved him.
I put my elbows on the table and leaned in. “You know what would make me truly happy?”
Ryan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down. “What?”
“Why don’t we get out of here, and I’ll show you.”
I found a parking spot on his street and rushed around the front of the car to open Ryan’s door. He gave me a shy smile when he got out, and I took his hand in mine as we crossed the street to his townhouse. He reached into his pants pocket for his keys. His back was to me, and it afforded me the opportunity to snake my arms around his waist and press my erection to his backside. He sucked in a loud breath and dropped his head back to rest on my shoulder.
I kissed along his neck. “You have thirty seconds to open that door, or we’re going to give your neighbors a show.”
Ryan moaned and fumbled with his keys before finally opening the door. I guided him in, refusing to let him go for a second, and closed the door with my foot. Spinning him around in my arms, I looked deep into his hazel eyes. There was passion, longing, and a hint of fear hiding behind their magical color. I held his gaze as I inched closer. My lips hovered over his, and I reached up to caress his cheeks. Our lips met, transporting me back in time. It felt like time hadn’t passed. It felt like coming home.
Ryan’s tongue snuck out to graze my lips. He wanted permission to take things further—deeper. I opened my mouth and let our tongues get to know each other again. What started off as slow and sensual soon turned heated and lust-filled.
I walked him backward toward with living room. Twisting him around with force, I bent him over the side of the couch. I grabbed his hips and ground into his backside.
“This is how I’ve imagined you for the past several years—bent over with your ass in the air, waiting for me to claim it.”
Ryan gave me a sideways smirk over his shoulder. “When did you become so dominant?”
“When I decided I wasn’t going to be that scared kid anymore”
“God, Brandon.” Ryan moaned, closing his eyes.
I trailed my hands down his back until I reached and grabbed his perfect ass. It felt the same as I remembered from college. Ryan let out a sharp, surprised gasp, and I couldn’t help but smile. I dropped to my knees; it was time to worship his fine ass. It was mine now, and Ryan would be made well aware of that throughout this evening.
Slowly, Ryan turned around and let me undo his belt buckle while I looked up at him. His hazel eyes brightened, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a cocky smirk. I pulled his zipper and jeans down slowly. His erection was straining against his boxer briefs, and I leaned forward to kiss it through the fabric. Ryan moaned as I pulled the briefs down, and his cock jutted out straight in front of me. My mouth watered, but I had other plans for his body.
“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me? Time is of the essence, you know.”
Ah. Ever the smart ass, but tonight, he wasn’t in charge. I stood up, holding his gaze with mine the whole journey and turned him around, bending him over. I smacked his right ass cheek so hard my hand left a red print. It was fucking hot as shit.
“Every time you open your cocky mouth to say something that isn’t a moan or my name, I’m going to stop what I’m doing and you are going to be left with a very severe case of blue balls. I may be a doctor, but there will be no cure for that anytime soon.” I punctuated my point by biting his earlobe, which produced another gasp from of his mouth. Well, at least he was listening. No witty comebacks this time.
I got on my knees behind him again and admired the red handprint that was still obvious on his cheek. I pressed sweet kisses on it, hoping it would ease the sting. I certainly wasn’t one for S and M, but a little playing around was a total turn on. I rubbed Ryan’s smooth skin as I kissed his behind. My cock strained painfully against my jeans, so I reached down and undid the button fly to release my cock. I gave it a few tugs, relishing in the pleasure of having Ryan’s ass in front of me for the taking.
I spread his cheeks wide, finding the place that made my mouth water. Men have rimmed me before, so I knew the powerful sensation it brought, but I’d never been inclined to do it to anyone until now. Ryan made me crazy with desire. He always had, even when I was too nervous to do anything about it. I fantasized about things we could try together, learn together, but it was all taken away before we even had the chance. Now, I was going to rectify that.
Ryan started bucking his hips back toward me. The anticipation was killing him, I could tell. “If you keep moving like that, you’ll never know what it’s like to have my tongue on your asshole.”
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned.
I had to admit I loved dangling him on a string. It gave me an intense high knowing I was the one driving him crazy. I decided to put Ryan out of some of his misery. I darted my tongue out, lightly grazing the puckered hole.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Ryan groaned.
Ryan’s sounds gave me the confidence to move forward. This time I flattened my tongue and swept it across the hole, back and forth, coating it with my saliva. I opened him up wider, pushing my tongue into his hole and moving it around in earnest. Ryan couldn’t contain himself. His hips moved as he tried to find friction for his dick against the arm of the couch.
“God, Brandon.” He groaned. “Don’t stop, please.”
My eyes fell shut, and I enjoyed listening to Ryan plead with me to continue giving him pleasure. It made my head spin and almost threw me off balance. This was just the beginning. I had no intentions of taking Ryan on the couch. There would be other opportunities to explore different parts of the apartment. Right now, I wanted him where I’d dreamed of him so many times: in a bed.
I stood up and curled my arms around Ryan’s waist, pulling him up until he was standing with his back against my chest. He gasped, probably from feeling my steely length press up against his ass. He leaned back, which gave me the perfect opportunity to kiss his rough cheek.
“I’m going to walk out of here with my face looking like I shaved with sandpaper from kissing you,” I crooned into his skin.
“Well, just imagine what your thighs would look like if I had the opportunity to get my face in between them.”
A growl rumbled from my chest. “I need to have you in bed,” I said, but I was having a hard time releasing him from my grasp. I decided to pick him up into my arms and carry him into his bedroom. We got to the edge of his bed, and I threw him down. The solid green and navy duvet wouldn’t stay in place for long; I had plans to take Ryan every which way imaginable.
After I finished undressing him, I pushed his chest so he fell on his back. Ryan stretched out on the mattress, lying naked as the day he was born. My eyes trailed down his body and all over his cock. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his ass.
I kneaded his strong thighs with my hands. He was like putty, so malleable to how I wanted him. I knew he wanted this as much as I did. This time, Ryan would know who was in charge. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and threw them onto the bedroom floor. The mattress dipped as I pu
t one knee down, and then another, stalking him like a lion getting ready to devour its prey. Finally coming face-to-face, I stared deeply into his eyes.
I brought my lips down for a brutal kiss. Ryan didn’t resist, opening his mouth to allow my tongue to play with his. He spread his legs apart so I could settle my body down on top of him. I broke the kiss to let out a strangled moan as our cocks met. Instinctively, I moved my hips, rolling them so the friction would give us both pleasure. I held myself up on my arms and looked down to watch our hips move in an erotic dance.
“Oh God, please, Brandon.”
I looked back up at him. “Please, what?” I knew full well what he was begging for—what he needed.
“I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me.”
“Do you want it hard or slow, baby?”
“Hard. Really hard.”
“Ryan, I’ve waited for this for too long. If you’re asking for hard, I’m going to give it to you so you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”
Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. It seemed he liked it when I talked dirty to him. It was a good thing, too, because I could talk dirty all night long.
“Do you have lube and condoms?”
“In the nightstand,” he said in a breathy voice.
I opened the drawer to the nightstand, took out the lube, and a string of condoms.
“Planning on using all of those this year?” He flashed me that cocky smirk.
“No. I plan on using them all night,” I said, twisting the corner of my mouth up.
Ryan’s smirk turned into a full-on smile. I ripped open one of the packets. Sitting back on my knees, I gave Ryan the condom.
“Put it on me,” I said while I stroked my length. Ryan nodded, took the rubber out of my hand, and sat up to put it on me. He pinched the tip and drew the length down my stiff cock until he got to the base. Then he gave my dick a few tugs of his own before he lay back down.
“I want you to bend your legs for me,” I said, the words coming out like velvet. Ryan did as I asked, and I squeezed the bottle of lube onto my fingers. I started with one finger and met the rim of his ass, coating it with the cold liquid. Then I slowly inserted my finger into him, letting him adjust to the feeling. He closed his eyes and let out a purring sound. Quickly, I added another finger, stretching him wide so he was ready to take me.
“Brandon, quit fucking around.” He became impatient and started to breathe fire.
“Oh, baby, you haven’t even seen fucking yet.” My mouth curled into a devious smile.
I removed my fingers and poured some of the lube onto my cock. I snaked my arms under Ryan’s knees, letting them rest in the crooks of my elbows. My dick was so stiff, I didn’t even need to use my hand to guide my way inward. I pushed into Ryan with ease, and I heard a small whimper. I couldn’t draw my eyes away from the sight of me entering him. The tip of my cock breached his hole, and Ryan cried out in ecstasy. I wanted to take my time and savor the moment, but I couldn’t. With one final thrust, I was balls deep inside of what I now realized was heaven.
“Deep, so deep and tight.” These were all the words I could muster.
“Give it to me,” Ryan pleaded.
Once I got my head out of la-la land, I rocked my hips back and forth. Ryan’s eyes sparkled like stars. “Grab your dick; stroke yourself while I pound you.”
Ryan let go of the comforter and rubbed his length. I became mesmerized, and I watched his hand slide up and down. The tip of his cock was turning red from the intense blood flow, and his pre-cum leaked from the slit. Seeing that was enough to fly me to the moon, and I picked up speed. I let go of his legs and anchored my arms on the sides of his head. I bent down to fuse our lips together as I drilled into him. My cock felt like it was on fire, and I was getting close to breaking.
“Come for me, Ryan. Give me everything,” I said, my voice strangled from exertion.
His pumped his cock at rapid speed. “Don’t you dare close your eyes when you come. I want to know you’re mine.” With those words, Ryan yelled out, and ribbons of cum shot between us, coating both our stomachs. That was the fuel I need to follow him with my release.
The room spun, and I fell on top of Ryan. I wanted to say something after the most mind-blowing sex, but through the haze, all I could hear was Ryan repeating the words, “Mine, mine, mine.”
I opened my eyes to see dawn breaking over the tall buildings of Chicago. I took a deep breath and filled my nose with the sweetest scent I knew—Brandon. His was a scent of night stars twinkling in the Milky Way. It could also just be his shampoo that I had become a big fan of. It’d been three weeks since we officially became a couple. And they had been the best fucking three weeks of my life. I rolled to my left side to look at Brandon. His eyes were closed and his beautiful pink lips looked oh so delicious. I wanted to run my fingers over his broad chest, but I didn’t want to wake the sleeping beauty. Although, I was seriously considering delivering a morning blow job to brighten the day. The Folgers coffee jingle rang in my head. The best part of waking up… But it should’ve ended in sucking dick rather than drinking coffee. “I can feel your eyes burning into my skin,” he said without opening a lid.
“Does it feel like unicorns dancing, throwing glitter, and puffy hearts floating around?”
“It feels creepy, and if you don’t stop, I will deny giving you head.”
“You can’t give me head; I was going to give you head.”
He opened his eyes and turned to look at me. “How about we compromise and sixty-nine? That way we can give each other head at the same time, and all things will be equal?”
I leaned over to kiss him lightly. “And that’s why you’re the doctor. Your intelligence knows no bounds.”
“I may have the intellect, but you certainly have the looks.” His warm hand snaked around my bare thigh.
“Are you saying I’m all beauty and no brains?” I raised my hand to my chest and batted my eyelashes.
“Baby, you’ve got enough of both to last me a lifetime.”
“Nice save.”
He giggled as he nuzzled his face into my neck, peppering it with kisses. “We might have to wait on the pleasure until a little later. If I don’t get up and work out, I won’t be flexible enough to reach all my favorite places.”
“Well, we certainly don’t want that, old man.” I stuck my tongue out and winked. In return, Brandon gave my ass a swift swat with his hand.
With a final kiss, he threw the comforter off and stood to get ready for his run. I ogled his naked backside while he strode to the bathroom. My head fell back onto the pillow, and I let out a sigh of pure contentment. Since our first official date, Brandon and I had been nearly inseparable. We were making up for all the years apart by getting to know each other all over again. In some respects, it was as if Brandon had always been a part of my life. We still shared the same taste in music, movies, and foods. However, there were new parts of him I was getting to know, like his morning ritual of running through the park and his love of different types of wine.
I’d practically moved a chunk of my things into Brandon’s condo. I had a drawer full of clothes, my bathroom supplies littered the counter, and my favorite type of coffee sat in the kitchen. We never officially discussed what would happen to us now that we were together. He never asked me to officially move in, although I did have my own key. Do we need a discussion about it? Or just let it play out the way it was meant to?
Brad Pitt: Talk to him.
Steve Buscemi: What? Just keep fucking his brains out and living La Vida Loca
Brad Pitt: You’re an idiot. Do you even know what that means?
Steve Buscemi: Umm, no. Remember, Ryan failed Spanish in high school.
Before my consciences could finish their discussion, Brandon walked out of the bathroom in his running shorts and Cubs T-shirt. God, even in just a T-shirt and shorts, I wanted to rip this man apart and devour him. I kicked the sheets off me so he could see exactly what
he did to me looking like that. I lounged back on the pillows and stroked my very hard dick. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he sat on a chair and put on his running shoes.
“See anything you like?” I purred as I spread my legs further apart to give him a better view.
He stood up and walked over to the bed, reached for his glasses on the nightstand, and bent down to give me a long, promising kiss. “When I get back”—he wrapped his hand around mine—”this is mine. One more swift kiss and he was out the door.
I debated whether I wanted to rub one out to get me through Brandon’s run. However, my stomach growled. I got up to go to the bakery down the street to get us some treats for when he got back. I looked around the room to find my jeans, which had been thrown somewhere in Brandon’s urgent need to get me undressed the night before. After finding them by the bedroom door, I took a T-shirt from the drawer that was deemed mine.
Grabbing the keys from the entryway table, I opened the door and took the elevator down to the ground floor. During the short ride, I imagined doing this very thing day in and day out. Coming home to Brandon after a long day at work. I could imagine us snuggling on the couch, watching baseball or football on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The thoughts made my stomach flutter with excitement. I wanted it; I wanted it all with Brandon. It was something we would have to talk about because I didn’t want another day to pass without him by my side.
It was an easy walk to Luna’s Coffee Shop. Brandon had introduced me to it one morning, and I’d become addicted to their cinnamon rolls. I figured I’d pick up a few, head back to Brandon’s, and maybe wait for him naked with the cinnamon roll placed perfectly on my—
“Ryan?”
I swung around to see my ex-boyfriend Tom standing in front of the bakery door. Tom and I didn’t end things well. Seeing him standing there was unnerving, to say the least.
