Page 27 of Tough Guy (Game Changers #3)

“Wow.”

Ryan stared in amazement at Fabian’s apartment.

Not only was it tidier than Ryan had ever seen it, it looked like some sort of fantasy sex den.

The room was mood lit with a combination of dim lamps, candles, and white fairy lights, which made the red walls seem extra sultry.

The candles must have been scented because there was an intoxicating sweet and spicy aroma filling the small space.

Also, there were sex toys on the bed.

And if all that wasn’t enough, Fabian was wearing a sleeveless black jumpsuit with flared legs and a plunging V-neck, as well as smoky black eye makeup and dark red lipstick.

Even Ryan’s wildest sexual fantasies weren’t this good.

“Just in case you weren’t clear about what I want tonight,” Fabian said, reaching up to drape his arms around Ryan’s neck, “I thought I’d spell it out.”

He pulled Ryan down for a kiss. Dimly, Ryan worried about ruining his lipstick, but then he stopped caring because Fabian’s mouth was hot and urgent on his.

“Mm,” Fabian murmured happily when he pulled away. “I’ve been looking forward to that.”

Miraculously, Fabian’s lipstick hadn’t been ruined. It must be some sort of invincible lipstick. That was good news because Ryan hoped to do a lot more kissing tonight.

“You look incredible,” he said.

“You like?” Fabian released him, then did a little twirl. “A friend made it for me. I’m afraid it will have to come off for what I have planned.”

“I’m okay with that. But can I kiss you some more first?”

“Oh yes.”

This time Ryan hoisted Fabian up, and Fabian wrapped his legs around Ryan’s waist. Ryan pinned him against a wall and kissed him the way he’d been wanting to for days. He dipped his head so he could work on Fabian’s gorgeous neck, which made Fabian gasp and squirm in his arms.

“God, you’re good at that,” Fabian panted. “Missed you.”

Ryan chuckled. “It’s only been a couple of days.”

“You missed me too. Admit it.”

Ryan licked his Adam’s apple. “I missed you.”

Fabian sighed happily and said, “I am so excited to play with you.”

Ryan loved the way Fabian talked about sex. Playing. That’s what it was. Just fun and games. Nothing to worry about.

When Ryan let Fabian get his feet back on the floor, Ryan could see the very prominent outline of Fabian’s erection pressing against the tight fabric of his jumpsuit. Fabian’s hair was disheveled but his makeup remained flawless, and Ryan had never seen anything sexier in his life.

“Are you sure you have to take that off?” Ryan asked, trailing a finger along the V of the plunging neckline.

“I think you’ll like what’s underneath.”

Fabian turned so Ryan could unzip him. “I have some wine, if you want,” Fabian offered.

“Not thirsty.” Ryan pinched the zipper’s narrow tab between his thick fingers and slowly pulled it down, fascinated by the reveal of Fabian’s skin as he went.

He was expecting Fabian to be naked underneath, but when the fabric slipped off Fabian’s shoulders and pooled at his feet Ryan could see that he was wearing. ..

“Holy shit.”

Fabian glanced back over his shoulder. “It was a risk, I know. But I thought you might like it.”

“Yeah.” Ryan swallowed hard. “I like it.” He’d never seen a man wearing lace underwear in person before. Panties, Ryan supposed was the best word. It was hot as fuck.

He smoothed his palm over the delicate black lace that stretched over the perfect globes of Fabian’s ass. Without even thinking about it, he ran his thumb down the seam that dipped into Fabian’s crack, and Fabian moaned his approval.

“I love wearing lace,” Fabian said. He reached back and covered Ryan’s hands with his own, guiding him. Ryan stepped closer so the bulge in his jeans pressed against Fabian’s ass.

“I wouldn’t mind if you wore it all the time,” Ryan growled.

Fabian tipped his head back. “How about you take your shirt off? I want to see that gorgeous chest.”

Ryan stepped back so he could pull his T-shirt off. Fabian turned to face him, and now Ryan could see Fabian’s erection straining against the lace.

“Oh fuck,” Ryan said. He gripped himself through his jeans as a powerful jolt of arousal shot through him.

Fabian’s lips curved into a devilish smile as he fingered his sparkling, heart-shaped nipple piercing. “What do you want, Ryan? We have all night.”

Ryan dropped to his knees. He was overwhelmed by the desire to get his mouth on the lace that was pulled tight against Fabian’s cock. He started by nuzzling him there, then rubbing his face and beard against his dick as Fabian moaned. “God, you do love it.”

Ryan opened his mouth and pressed it against Fabian’s rigid shaft.

He felt wild with lust. Some fucked-up part of him wished his teammates could see him now, on his knees for a man wearing lace underwear and makeup.

They’d never understand. This wasn’t for them to understand.

This had nothing to do with them, and Ryan couldn’t be happier about it.

He licked and kissed until Fabian gasped, “Stop. Fuck. I don’t want to come yet.”

Ryan liked the idea of Fabian coming while still wearing the underwear, but he obeyed and pulled back. Fabian caressed Ryan’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re too good to be true, Ryan Price.”

Ryan turned his head and caught Fabian’s thumb between his teeth. His mind was so wonderfully focused right now. He wasn’t nervous or unsure of himself. He wanted to make Fabian feel good. He wanted to fuck.

“Can I just say, jeans and no shirt is a very good look for you.” Fabian almost sounded drunk, but Ryan doubted he’d had a drop of alcohol. He grinned and stood up so Fabian could get a good look.

“Oh yes,” Fabian purred. He stepped forward and ran his hands over Ryan’s chest. “I love all this hair.”

“Yeah? I thought about waxing it.”

“Don’t you dare.” Fabian rested his fingers on Ryan’s belt buckle. “May I?”

Ryan nodded. He couldn’t deny Fabian anything right now. Not when he was gazing up at him through those long lashes, his eyelids shimmering with black shadow. Ryan dipped his head to kiss Fabian again. He liked that Fabian made him feel attractive. Made him feel...sexy.

Fabian worked open Ryan’s belt while they kissed, then popped open the top two buttons of Ryan’s fly. He stepped back to admire his work as Ryan stood panting, unable to feel even a little self-conscious.

“Let me just commit this to memory,” Fabian said. “Because you look absolutely perfect right now.”

Ryan laughed, and then he may have flexed his ab muscles a bit.

“Oof. Okay,” Fabian said. “Let’s have some fun.”

Fabian went to the bed and lay on his side. Ryan remained standing at the end of the bed because he couldn’t get enough of this image of Fabian sprawled out in a decadent offering. It was the very picture of hedonism, and Ryan still couldn’t believe any of this was really happening to him.

“So,” Fabian said, his fingers walking playfully across the mattress toward the large, purple dildo, “this is the one I promised to review.”

“Should we, uh, start with that, then?”

Fabian held it up and turned it over. “It’s awfully big. Maybe you could get me ready for it?”

Oh hell yes. Ryan was definitely into that. He wanted to get Fabian all loose and open and begging to be filled with that thing. And then maybe with Ryan’s cock.

“And it doesn’t necessarily have to be me on the receiving end,” Fabian said. “I love it all.”

Oh. Ryan had always topped, in the past. It was probably because of his size, but his partners had always wanted him to fuck them.

“Only if you want,” Fabian said quickly. “I’m happy either way. Or we can do both. Like I said, we’ve got all night.”

Ryan decided to try saying what he wanted, without worrying about how embarrassing it might sound. “I want to see you with that dildo in you. I want to watch you take it.”

Fabian’s eyes widened. “My goodness, Ryan. Come over here and tell me more of your good ideas.”

Ryan shucked his pants and socks but left his briefs on, then covered Fabian’s body with his own, kissing him hungrily. He rolled his hips so his own erection ground against Fabian’s, letting Fabian know how turned on he was.

“Oh god,” Fabian gasped. “Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me.”

Ryan couldn’t come up with words, so he just kept kissing him everywhere. Down his neck, across his chest to his nipple piercing, then down to his belly button. He licked a long stripe up the length of Fabian’s cock, still trapped by the lace underwear, then returned to Fabian’s mouth.

Fabian gripped Ryan’s cock outside his briefs and squeezed, and Ryan thrust involuntarily into his hand. “Fuck yes. Touch me.”

Fabian shoved his hand inside Ryan’s briefs and wrapped his slim fingers around his rock-hard dick. “Keep talking,” Fabian murmured into his ear.

Dirty talk was extremely far outside of Ryan’s comfort zone, but he wanted to be able to do it for Fabian. It was such a small, simple thing, putting the desires that were filling his head into words. He could try. He was safe here.

“I want to stay in this room forever and make you come over and over again. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Ryan,” Fabian whimpered. “More please.”

“I want your red lips around my dick.” Ryan did flush after he said that. He couldn’t help it. But Fabian’s only reaction was to plant both hands on Ryan’s chest and tip him onto the mattress.

“My pleasure,” he said, then wriggled down Ryan’s body and tugged his briefs down to his thighs. Ryan’s cock thudded against his stomach, and then Fabian wrapped his fingers around the base and took the head into his mouth.

“Oh god. Fuck.” If Ryan didn’t get off tonight, then there was a very real possibility that he might never achieve orgasm ever again in his life. He would never be in a situation this hot again, he was sure of it.