by Riley Rivers
Ryan must have caught something in Chris’s expression, because he laughed breathlessly. “I’m made for this, remember? You don’t have to worry.”
Chris started to work his finger in and out, pleasure curling in his gut as Ryan moaned and tossed his head back. “Maybe I want to worry about you,” he said, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. Ryan arched up underneath him and god, Chris loved how responsive he was. He picked up his head to grin and add, “Maybe I want to make sure you feel so good you can’t think,” before gently tugging at Ryan’s other nipple with his teeth.
Ryan’s hands clutched at his shoulders as Chris massaged inside of him, Chris adding a second finger and crooking them in a way that made Ryan writhe. He was utterly beautiful to watch, his reactions going straight to Chris’s dick.
“More,” Ryan panted, pushing back the hair that had fallen into his face. “More, Chris, please. You promised.”
“I did.” Chris withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom packet, tearing it open and rolling the condom on. “You ready?”
“Ready,” Ryan breathed immediately. “So ready. Oh—”
Chris hissed as he slowly pushed inside. Ryan felt perfect, hot and tight around him, and probably neither of them were going to last much longer the way things were going. Not that he was all too upset about it, considering. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” He stroked a hand down the side of Ryan’s face, inhaling shakily when Ryan nuzzled into his palm. “Yeah? Is it good for you too? You like me inside of you?”
“So good,” Ryan gasped. “So good, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Ryan looked up at him. “Move.”
Chris started with pulling out and thrusting back in nice and slow, long, drawn-out movements that had them both moaning. He kept up that pace as he bent over Ryan, caging him where he lay splayed out on the bed, dipping down to kiss him everywhere he could reach.
Ryan surged up to wrap his arms around Chris’s back and pull him in close so they were chest to chest. The sudden movement had Chris snapping his hips in surprise, “Fuck,” he moaned as Ryan let out a high-pitched cry.
“Again,” Ryan demanded. “Again, again.”
“Hey,” Chris got out, “Don’t let me crush you.”
“W-want it,” Ryan replied. “Want to feel you everywhere.” He dug his ankles into Chris’s back, only encouraging the new pace Chris set, hard, quick thrusts that had Ryan gasping underneath him.
“Getting close, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“Come,” Ryan pleaded. “Please, come, I want to feel you, please, Chris–”
“You too,” Chris managed as the heat built up within him. “Touch yourself. Get yourself off, baby. Show me how good you feel.”
Ryan nodded and curled a frantic hand around his cock, precum making the slide easy as he jerked himself, as Chris kept fucking into him–
Chris came with a low groan, hips pressed flush against Ryan’s, and then Ryan was shaking apart underneath him too, head thrown back and lips parted as ropes of white coated his chest.
Chris carefully pulled out, tying off the condom. He leaned down to press a feather-lite kiss to Ryan’s mouth, and Ryan hummed into it, eyes closed. “I’ll be right back,” Chris murmured. “Just gonna get something to clean you up with.”
“Mmkay.”
It was easy enough to find the bathroom, throw the condom away, and wet a washcloth with warm water. It was easier still to walk back to the bedroom and take Ryan in, disheveled and sex-mussed and, most of all, happy. Waves of contentment rolled off him as he leisurely stretched and peered up at Chris through half-lidded eyes.
“Feeling good?” Chris asked, as he wiped him down.
“Mm-hm.”
Chris dropped a kiss to the corner of Ryan’s mouth. “Full?”
“Yeah,” Ryan sighed.
He got rid of the cloth and climbed back into bed, pulling Ryan into his arms. Ryan immediately curled up against him, letting out another happy sigh when Chris started to stroke his hair. “We’re going to do some more reading and talking in a little while, okay?”
“We are?”
“I want you to be clear on everything,” Chris said. “What your powers really do. And don’t do.”
“Okay,” Ryan said quietly.
“And we also should talk about us.”
“Yeah?” Hesitant and small.
“Yeah.” Chris tightened his arms and kissed Ryan’s hair. “We should talk about how much I like you, and how I want to date you and learn about you and make you happy. “
“Oh,” Ryan breathed, smiling at him. “I—yeah. Yeah, okay. We can talk about all that. I really… I really like you.”
Chris had to kiss him again. “It makes me happy to hear that, sweetheart,” he murmured. “And so you know, wanting to make you happy includes feeding you.”
Ryan’s eyes widened.
“Feeding you regularly,” Chris added, lips quirking.
Ryan let out a bright little laugh, nuzzling into the crook of Chris’s neck.
A happy Ryan was not something Chris was going to get tired of anytime soon.
About the Author
Riley Rivers has been writing since they were a wee thing and aspires to be That Person who regularly sits in coffeeshops with a laptop and knows all the baristas. They are well on their way to achieving this dream.
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Other Reads by Riley
The Werewolf’s Nymph Neighbor
A werewolf raising two kids on his own…
A grumpy nymph who moves in next door…
and a bond that might just save them both.
The Werewolf’s Dragon Defender
A werewolf who’s been running from his past…
meets a dragon shifter who wants nothing more than to protect him.
The Werewolf's Virgin Vampire
A larger-than-life werewolf who wears his heart on his sleeve…
becomes instantly smitten with a shy vampire living in quiet isolation.
And stay tuned for the second book in the Craving More series! You can get also get updates on all new releases by signing up for Riley’s mailing list.
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