Page 119 of The Frathole

I’m so accustomed to his movements now, it’s easy to tell when he’s close, and I know how he is about wanting me to come first, so I tell him, “Do it, Ryan. Come inside me.”

“But you need to come too.”

“I want to come after you mark me.”

His smile curls against my face before he leans back, hooking his arms in the crooks of my legs. His muscles expand and contract as he offers slow, deliberate pumps, the pumps of a man who knows how to satisfy me. He bites his bottom lip and frees one of his arms, positioning his hand behind my neck to keep me in placeas he continues his work, gazing into my eyes until his expression twists up in that familiar way.

“I’m coming,” he warns. “I’m fucking coming.”

A quick series of thrusts lets me know we’ve reached the end and he’s filling me up. And with one more thrust, it’s too much for me. As that intense urgency takes over, I reach out, gripping the sides of the couch to keep my hands from reaching down to my cock, but he slows his movements.

“Not quite yet,” he warns.

Fuck him and his goddamn edging.

“I’m right there,” I tell him, sneaking a peek and seeing his wicked expression. My body trembles, alive with sensation, trapped in this suspended bliss that feels so electric, it might kill me.

“Almost,” Ryan whispers as he strokes my abs, which twitch at his touch. “You like how I’ve learned your body so well that I know exactly how to work it?”

“Please, Ry…”

I feel everything. His palm. Each breath I take. The sweat gliding down the side of my face. Every nerve in my goddamn body is ready to erupt when he forces in again, moving in quick succession. The urgency shifts to an explosive release, and I moan as the warmth rushes across my abs, up to my chest.

“Holy fuck,” Ryan mutters as another rush pushes out, settling near my navel. He doesn’t let up, hitting that tender spot until I’m empty, like he’s making up for delaying my release. His expression is lit up, his smile back as he seems to marvel at what he can do to me.

And it’s everything. I’m high, delirious with pleasure.

He strokes my abs, and when I look at him, he’s scooping some of my cum with his thumb, raising it to his face for a quick taste. “Mmm.” He leans down, close to me. “Tastes better when you’re mine.”

I can’t help laughing, and a shift of his cock against my prostate sends another powerful sensation through me. I roll my eyes back, moaning.

“I like this expression much better than the glares,” he teases, making me laugh.

Then we lock gazes before he moves close, nuzzling his nose against mine.

“I’ll be okay, Mart,” he whispers, and it sounds like a promise. For the first time since all this stuff with his parents came up, I really believe it.

We exchange another kiss before there’s a knock from farther back in the apartment. Dax’s muffled voice comes from the bathroom. “Uh…I don’t want to ruin anything, but you guys finished? I’m really hungry, and I’d like to get into some clean clothes.”

Dax couldn’t have had better timing, and Ryan and I burst into a fit of laughs, his cock still buried inside me. He slides his arms under mine, tugging me close.

“What do you say? Wanna get some dinner with Dax, I’ll watch you both play video games, then maybe recreate this once he gets to bed?”

“Depends,” I say, playing coy. “We gonna put on a movie?”

He winces. “Okay, but no horror right before bed.”

We snicker again before there’s another knock from the bathroom. “Uh…guys?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Ryan calls out.

“Ry, you’re still inside me,” I remind him, since apparently he’s forgotten we’re naked and he’s still got his cock against my prostate.

“Oh fuck. One minute!”

That really gets me laughing. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Well, at least you know I’m still the same old oblivious Ryan.Who really doesn’t want to pull out right now.” He pouts.