The rational part of Ryan’s mind had ceased to work and he was on autopilot, his cock in control as he carried Harley into his room and dropped him on the bed. He knelt between his legs and tugged the boxers off him.
Harley immediately shifted over to the bedside table and withdrew a condom, tearing it open hurriedly and rolling it onto Ryan’s rigid cock.
Ryan leaned down to kiss his lover, and Harley clutched at his shoulders, wrapping his legs around his back. The lube was downstairs, but a quick quest with his fingers told him Harley was still wet and open enough. He gripped himself and plunged inside.
Harley cursed loudly. His nails dug into Ryan’s back and he kissed him frantically, their tongues entangling.
This position was their most intimate yet, and Ryan drew back to look down at Harley’s beautiful face, the long, thick lashes veiling his eyes, small pants of breath spilling from his lips.
The other man was hard beneath him, and Ryan might have teased him about coming so quickly that first time, but he was more than impressed with Harley getting it up for a third time in less than an hour. He wondered if he would be here all night trying to get him off, though, and the thought didn’t bother him. The way he was feeling, he would do anything Harley wanted.
He reached down and started to jerk Harley off, increasing the pace of his thrusts and biting at his lover’s neck. Harley arched beneath him, his body undulating perfectly in time with Ryan’s own.
The bed creaked beneath them as they moved together, the headboard banging against the wall. Ryan soon felt his lover start to clench around him, which was good because he was close himself. His lips nuzzled Harley’s temple and his hand stroked the damp hair back from his forehead. He liked watching the ecstasy on his lover’s face. He suspected he could never get tired of it.
Harley’s mouth opened and he cried out, hips bucking up, his legs and ass tightening around Ryan. Ryan thrust into him another few times, watching as Harley came into his hand and over his stomach.
Ryan’s hand milked every drop from Harley before he let go. He hadn’t come, but was reluctant to carry on now because Harley was virtually comatose beneath him. He wasn’t into necrophilia.
He stopped moving, and Harley opened his eyes suddenly. “I want to see you come,” he said urgently with pupils hugely dilated, and he pushed at Ryan’s hips so Ryan slid himself free.
Harley rolled the condom off him rapidly and dropped it on the bed, then he pulled Ryan back to him, between his legs.
Ryan knelt there and watched Harley’s hand as it wrapped around him and started to jerk him off swiftly. Ryan groaned, getting back to the edge again quickly, his cock poised over Harley’s abdomen, which was already liberally splashed with come.
Just the sight of Harley’s face concentrating on bringing him off was enough. Their eyes met and Ryan gasped a couple of times before he spilled his load all over Harley’s waiting body. He knelt there a moment with head bowed, trying to get his breath back, and he was further surprised when Harley sat up and put his mouth around his softening cock, licking every last drop from the slit with a wicked tongue.
Ryan squirmed a little and gripped his lover’s hair, groaning before Harley pulled back with a small smile of satisfaction and flopped down on the bed. Ryan fell beside him, worn out. From the corner of his eye, he saw Harley reach for tissues and wipe the semen from his stomach. Harley turned onto his front and laid his face against Ryan’s chest.
“I love you, Ryan,” he said quietly with lips touching the spot where his heart beat.
Ryan stared down at him, but the other man’s eyes were closed as though he couldn’t bear to look him in the eye while he confessed this.
Ryan swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He put an arm around Harley’s shoulders and said gently, “I know you do. Go to sleep.”
He leaned down to kiss Harley on the top of the head, then he closed his own eyes, willing himself toward sleep to escape his mental turmoil.
Chapter Fifteen
Ryan was still there in the morning when Harley awoke. He hadn’t crept out after their rather impromptu lovemaking as Harley had presumed he would. They were still lying as they’d fallen asleep, on top of the covers, Ryan on his back with his arm around Harley.
Harley disentangled himself gently and got up. He went into the ensuite, closing the door as quietly as he could, and got into the shower.
He was sore between his legs, but that fact merely aroused him as he remembered how he came to be sore in the first place. He was already sporting morning wood as it was, and he merely grew harder as he started to soap himself.
He remembered every kiss and every touch from last night. He also remembered every cruel word Ryan had thrown at him and how Ryan had refused to leave his house.
No one had ever made Harley come three times in one session. No one had ever made him confess his love so shamelessly, especially after behaving like a complete bastard the way Ryan had.
He hated himself for his weakness. He crept back into the bedroom and pulled on pajama pants, then he drew the light throw from the foot of the bed and covered Ryan’s glorious body before he pounced on it. He headed downstairs. It was after eleven and he expected Maria to have been and gone, perhaps despairing of Harley ever rising from his pit, but no, she was there, and as he entered the room, memories of last night overwhelmed him.
His eyes darted guiltily toward the kitchen table on which lay several bags of groceries, and his stomach turned in horror as he remembered a certain something they’d left discarded on there after their session the previous night.
Maria turned to face him with one eyebrow raised. “Are you looking for this?” She held up the tube of lube.
Harley wished he could sink through the floor. He mumbled an affirmative and almost snatched it from her before he hurried to the fridge and took out some orange juice.
“Is Ryan here?” she asked behind him as he took two glasses from the cupboard.
“Yeah,” Harley muttered, his face so hot he was sure he was going to explode.
Maria squeaked in delight. “Oh, Harley, I’m guessing you boys had yourself some great fun down here last night.”
Harley choked on a mouthful of orange juice. “He stayed because he’s been thrown out of his apartment,” he said stiffly. “I’m sure he’ll be leaving this morning.”
“Oh.” Maria looked as crestfallen as he felt. “Are you all right, my sweet?” She put an arm around his bare shoulders and squeezed him.
Harley nodded. “I’ll get my own breakfast later.” He picked up the glasses. “I’m going back up to bed.”
“Okay, then,” Maria said as he retreated from the kitchen. “Give my regards to Ryan.” Her face was studiously innocent as he turned back to glare at her.
Ryan had shifted onto his side facing the door when Harley got back to the bedroom. He placed one glass on the bedside table nearest Ryan and another on his own, along with the lube. He lay back down next to the other man, still tired and wondering if he could grab another hour before Ryan awoke and crept out of his bed.
Harley lay on his side facing Ryan, their bodies close but not touching, and he studied his perfect face a moment, the long sweep of his lashes against his cheeks and his sensual mouth. His body burned with the memory of last night. He closed his eyes and tried to settle into sleep, but this lasted only a minute before he itched to look at Ryan again.
Ryan was awake. The two watched each other for a moment while Harley fumbled for awkward words, staring into the sapphire eyes.
“Morning.”
“Morning.” Ryan’s voice was a little gruff with sleep. He sounded even sexier than usual.
“Sleep well?”
“Yeah.”
This was hardly a surprise, Harley thought smugly. He’d done more than enough to make sure Ryan slept like the dead.
“Good.”
There was silence, their eyes locked on each other’s.
Finally, Ryan broke it.
“Do you want me to go now?”
Harley swallowed. He shook his head almost imperceptibly.
Ryan gave a sigh and rolled onto his back. “I was an asshole last night. I was an asshole the day before when I fucked you. And I was an asshole six months ago. I’m sorry.”
Harley didn’t speak. He suspected Ryan was about to say way more than he ever had, and he didn’t want to prevent the other man from finally unburdening himself.
Ryan put the heel of his hand to his forehead for a minute as though he had a headache. His jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “I don’t know why you would allow me into your home and your bed after the way I’ve treated you…”
“You do know why,” Harley couldn’t stop from interrupting.
Ryan’s eyes turned to his. He swallowed. “There’s nothing much to love about me, Harley. I don’t understand why you do.”
Harley gave a gentle smile. “Oh, there’s plenty to love about you.”
Ryan’s eyebrows drew together in incomprehension. There was the slightest moistening of his eyes. “I’m afraid,” his voice was barely a murmur. “Of how I feel about you.”
Harley was dumbstruck at this brutal frankness. He rolled onto his front, slinging an arm across Ryan’s waist, and buried his face against his neck. With his lips nuzzling, he whispered, “But you don’t have to be afraid, because I’m here.”
Ryan’s response was instant. An arm came around Harley’s back, holding him close, the other hand tangling in his hair. He kissed the top of his head. “I have nothing whatsoever to offer you.”
Harley lifted his head. “Yes, you do. You. That’s more than enough.”
Ryan bit his lip. One hand cupped Harley’s cheek, his thumb running over his top lip. “What do you want to do about this?” His voice remained low and intimate.
“I want you to stay here with me.”
“As what? Your boyfriend?”
“Call yourself whatever you want. My lover, my partner, my…” The word trembled on his mouth, and he fought it back for only a moment before he let it fall free. “Soulmate.”
He saw the instant reaction on Ryan’s face. His dark blue eyes were full to overflowing. He brought Harley’s face down to his with his hands and brushed his lips across his. “Romantic devil, aren’t you?” he asked in an unsteady whisper.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Harley leaned down to kiss him, and his fingers wiped away the tears spilling down Ryan’s cheeks.
Ryan gathered Harley against him, their limbs tangling, holding him hard.
“You’re something else, you know that, don’t you?” he muttered into Harley’s neck. “I never met anyone like you in my life before.”
Harley’s breast swelled with emotion. His fingers dug into Ryan’s muscular back. They lay silently in each other’s embrace for the longest time.
Harley had fallen asleep when he came back to wakefulness to feel the steady growth of Ryan’s erection against his own. He pressed his own cock forward, and Ryan shuddered with need. He groaned and possessed Harley’s mouth fiercely.
His kiss told Harley everything he needed to know. He drowned there wrapped in Ryan’s arms, the larger body consuming him, making him feel weak with desire and at the same time, protected.
Their tongues tangled, their breathing hot and rapid, and their mouths split apart so Harley could trail his lips down Ryan’s neck, to his shoulder, along his clavicle to his sternum and then down his chest. He pushed Ryan firmly back as he slid down his body, lips playing with each nipple in turn, tonguing them as they rose into stiff little peaks and Ryan’s back arched in pleasure.
He slid down farther, pressing kisses to that washboard stomach, pushing Ryan’s thighs apart so he could settle between them. His only thought was to taste every part of Ryan he could reach, and if that meant introducing the other man to something he wasn’t familiar with, so be it.
Ryan gasped as Harley went down on him without warning, sucking him as far down as he could go, drawing back to lick across the head of his rigid cock, squeezing his balls lightly in his palm.
Ryan writhed, groaning beneath him, looking at Harley from under his thick lashes. Harley smiled up at him saucily. His hand left his balls, and his fingers stroked the sensitive skin behind them lightly. Ryan evidently liked that. He moaned, and his legs moved a little farther apart. Harley’s finger sought his entrance and stroked around it gently.
Ryan stiffened a little in shock. He tried to close his legs, but Harley was between them, still sucking his cock with enthusiasm. Ryan gripped Harley by the hair, not hard enough to hurt. “Don’t,” he said breathlessly.
“Let me,” Harley urged, the blood pounding with excitement in his veins. “I won’t hurt you, I swear.”
Ryan stared down at him a moment, his face flushed, and then he did as he was told when Harley said in a whisper, “Put your knees up.”
Ryan watched as Harley reached over for the lube and squirted some on his fingers. He settled back between Ryan’s legs and started to suck him off again. Harley had never met a man so appreciative of a blowjob as Ryan, but then every single touch from him always seemed to get Ryan going, from what he could remember of their previous encounters. With Ryan so heavy and hot in his mouth and his hands gripping his hair, Harley throbbed with need.
Ryan flinched at the cold lube on him as Harley’s finger touched his entrance, lightly at first, then applying more pressure. He rubbed around and over and pressed gently, the slick little hole fluttering and finally giving under him, opening up to grasp his finger.
Ryan drew in his breath, and Harley thought he would come, he was so aroused at doing this to his lover. He pressed his digit in farther and crooked his finger within Ryan, pressing on the little bump he could feel within.
Ryan almost shot off the bed. He cursed at the top of his voice, his cock almost choking Harley, his entire body shaking as though electrified. Harley eased back and looked up at him, again pressing on his prostate.
“Oh, my God…” Ryan groaned, thrashing from side to side. “What are you…?” His hand tightened in Harley’s hair as Harley stroked him gently.
“Making you come.” Harley’s tongue delved into the wet slit of Ryan’s cock. “You want to, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes,” was Ryan’s growled response. He seemed almost insensible with desire beneath Harley, trembling all over. He must have been close, but Harley hadn’t quite finished with him yet.
He let go of his cock and slid down to his balls, sucking one into his mouth. Ryan groaned in delight at the new sensation while Harley continued to finger him, moving on to the other ball, licking and nibbling before he moved down farther, tonguing at the skin behind them.
He felt Ryan stiffen as though he would protest again, but he knew his lover was too far gone to stop him this time. He pushed a second finger into him, Ryan’s wet entrance accepting him easily, and fucked him with them rhythmically while he insinuated his tongue between Ryan’s cheeks, licking with gentle, teasing strokes.
Ryan moaned in reluctant excitement. Harley lifted his head. “Turn over,” he said, drawing his fingers free.
With pupils huge with lust and his cock swollen and leaking, Ryan did as he was told, presenting himself on hands and knees, his spine arched, the black tattoo stark between his powerful shoulders, his ripe ass there for the taking.
Harley almost whimpered. He stroked his own stiff shaft and eyed the firm cheeks of Ryan’s backside. Helplessly he rubbed his cock slowly against Ryan’s ass and heard the other man catch his breath as he looked over his shoulder. Oh, it would be so easy, Harley thought as one hand spread Ryan open to him and he looked at the wet entrance just waiting for him. One thrust and he could be in there, riding Ryan for all he was worth.
The look in Ryan’s eyes brought back his self-control. That time was not now, but in the future, when they’d discussed it and Ryan had agreed to it. He smiled ruefully at Ryan, spread him with both hands and buried his face
between his buttocks.
“Fuck…” Ryan ground out, shuddering as Harley’s tongue swept over him. “I always thought you were so innocent, Harley, when in fact you’re a dirty, dirty boy.”
Harley smiled. Ryan trembled and gripped the bed covers as Harley dug the tip of his tongue into him, reaching beneath him to cup his balls, massaging them. Ryan started to groan, his hand around his own straining shaft, his breath coming in gasps.
Harley flicked his tongue rapidly over the small, pulsing hole, wetting it thoroughly, and then he pushed two fingers smoothly inside, feeling the orgasm rising through Ryan’s body.
“Yes…” Ryan gasped. “Yes, Harley, oh, God, yes…” He let loose with a cry, his ass clenching hard around Harley’s fingers, his cock shooting jets of semen onto the bedcovers. Harley bit at one of his buttocks with a groan. He put a hand to himself and gave his cock a few swift tugs, unloading onto Ryan’s ass in a torrent of come.
Ryan quivered as the fluid hit him, and he sank onto the bed, moaning softly, barely conscious.
Harley, panting for breath and sweaty, fell onto Ryan’s back, arms encircling his lover’s torso, face against one buttock.
“I never met anyone like you before, either,” Harley told his wonderful lover, continuing the conversation as though the very pleasant interlude hadn’t happened. “Say you’ll be mine.”
Ryan reached behind him and gripped Harley by the wrist. Harley moved up his body and tucked himself into Ryan’s side. Ryan rolled over to put one strong arm around him and nuzzled his neck.
“I’m yours,” he whispered.
The two of them lay together in bed for the longest time, few words passing between them, saying everything they needed to with their touch. Ryan buried his face against Harley’s neck, his eyes closed tight as he considered he’d just committed to being with another man—but he didn’t have any doubts over Harley being the right one. They had a long road to travel together. Ryan knew that putting in hard work would reap the best rewards. He could trust Harley with his heart, because Harley would love and worship him forever.
Life Class Page 10
