Page 14 of Erotic Temptations 2

My whole body screamed yes, but I grinned, just to see how far I could push him. “What do you want to do to me, Ryan?”

His mouth hovered over my throat. For a split second, he looked at me like no one had ever looked at me before. “Everything. Want to taste you, want to get you messy. Want to fuck you until you can’t think straight.”

Every word was gasoline. I palmed his chest, dragging my nail across the cotton.

“Then do it,” I said.

Ryan yanked me up, hands under my arms, and hauled us off the couch. My knees nearly buckled. He kissed me again—all tongue and teeth, bruising in the best way. The grip he had on my ass made my blood fizz. God, I wanted that handprint to last.

Somehow, we made it up the stairs, bumping into walls, laughing every time he almost tripped us both. When we reachedmy old bedroom, he pushed the door open with his foot, never once letting me go.

The room was smaller than I remembered. Posters of forgotten crushes on the wall, bedspread rumpled and way too juvenile for this encounter. My pulse went wild at the thought of Ryan fucking me in this bed, the same one where I pictured him when I jerked off for years, thinking about him in secret.

Was he thinking of me then too?

He backed me up against the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I fell, but Ryan followed, catching himself with one hand just beside my head.

He loomed over me, eyes dark. “God, you look fucking incredible,” he said, voice low. “Lying here, waiting for me.”

I reached for him, dragging him closer, desperate to close the gap. He braced his forearms on either side of my face and just stared at me for a long moment. My skin prickled all over.

“You ever think about this?” he said. His hand moved, thumb stroking my cheek. “Me, you, right here?”

I choked out a laugh. “Try every night for ten years, loser.”

His grin was a punch of pure happiness. “Did you think about me blowing your mind?”

I rolled my eyes, but the heat in my face gave me away. “I thought about your cock in my mouth more times than I’ll admit.”

His hand tightened in my hair, giving it a playful tug. “Then let’s make it real,” he said, voice dropping.

He knelt beside the bed, tugging at my jeans. I let him strip them down, no guilt, no shame. I wanted him to look. I wanted to be seen. My cock pressed against the front of my briefs, the fabric already damp. He didn’t hesitate, sliding a thumb over the wet spot, making me squirm.

“Jesus, you’re dripping for me,” he said, like he couldn’t believe it.

I grinned, propping up on my elbows. “First time for everything.”

He peeled off my briefs. My dick sprang free, already flushed red at the tip. It bobbed, needy, catching the light. Ryan’s eyes went wide.

“Fuck, Alan. You’re gorgeous,” he said reverently. His hand closed around the base, firm, stroking once, then twice. My hips jerked, my body eager for more.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip, tongue swirling around the head, collecting pre-cum. I almost lost it right then.

“Oh, hell,” I groaned, both hands grabbing at his hair.

Ryan’s lips slid down, swallowing inch after inch. Warm, wet, perfectly tight around me. He bobbed his head, working his tongue along the sensitive underside, sucking me deep enough to make my toes curl.

I stared down, mesmerized. The sight of him between my legs, his mouth wrapped around my cock, was better than every fantasy I'd ever had. Better than any porn. Nothing staged, nothing fake. Just raw hunger and the press of his lips, the dirty slide of saliva down my dick.

He moaned around me, sending vibrations up my shaft. It nearly short-circuited my brain. I bucked, and he held me steady, glancing up with a look that was pure heat.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” I rasped out, stroking his cheek. “Never thought I’d get you on your knees.”

He smirked, lips still working my cock. “Someone’s gotta keep you honest.”

Ryan doubled down, sucking harder, twisting his wrist at the base. The rhythm was relentless, each bob of his head sending pleasure darting up my spine.

My head fall back, hips rolling up to meet every slide. I couldn’t stop the noises. I was panting, groaning, making every embarrassing sound in the book.