Page 29 of Tough Guy (Game Changers #3)

Fabian wedged a finger between the silicone ring and his softening cock. “I’m taking this off, though.” He carefully eased it off, then took it to the bathroom to join the dildo in the sink, and gave his chest and stomach a quick wipe.

“You good?” he asked when he returned to the bedroom.

“I’m great. Fuck, that was hot.” Ryan was stroking himself, which Fabian liked. He really hoped Ryan could come tonight. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms.

“So,” he asked, “how do you want me?”

Ryan didn’t even know how he wanted Fabian. Every way at once, if he was being honest.

“I want to see you,” he said. “Maybe...could you be on top?”

Fabian smiled. “I can definitely be on top. You just made a very wise decision.”

Ryan kissed him, grateful that Fabian made this so easy. He settled himself on the mattress and waited for Fabian for make the next move.

But Fabian didn’t budge from where he was kneeling at the end of the bed. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?” Fabian asked.

Ryan shook his head, which made Fabian glare at him. “I would like to live between these thighs. They are spectacular.” He crawled up the bed until his face was between them. “Right here. This is where I want to build a home.”

Ryan laughed. “You can thank hockey for that.”

“Ugh. I guess it’s good for something. Does hockey give you huge, gorgeous balls too?”

“No,” Ryan gasped as Fabian took one of his balls into his mouth. “That’s just me.”

Fabian hummed his approval, which made Ryan moan. Fabian sucked his balls and then his cock for a while, and then kissed his way up to Ryan’s mouth.

Ryan was so ready. He was buzzing everywhere, desperate for release. He was sure he could do it tonight.

Fabian retrieved the strip of condoms from somewhere on the bed and tore one packet off. He opened it and raised an eyebrow. “Shall I get you dressed?”

Ryan grinned. “Sure.”

Fabian slipped the condom over the head of Ryan’s cock and rolled it down the shaft, then grabbed the lube and got to work slicking him up. “When was the last time you came?” Fabian’s tone was casual, as if asking about the weather.

God, when was it? Ryan had successfully gotten himself off in the shower one morning, but that seemed like ages ago now. “I don’t know. Two weeks? Maybe a little longer?”

Fabian looked at him with sympathy. “Oh, sweetheart. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Ryan just nodded. Please, yes. Let’s do that.

Fabian lined himself up, then sank down on Ryan’s cock. They both moaned at the same time as Ryan slipped in with very little resistance.

“Oh, I like this toy,” Fabian purred when Ryan was fully inside him. “You’re so fucking big. It feels amazing.” Ryan noticed that Fabian was almost fully hard again. Unreal.

He let Fabian take the lead at first, staying as still as possible as Fabian fucked himself on his cock. He didn’t want to hurt him, and he also really enjoyed watching Fabian work himself on him.

It felt incredible, but if he was going to come, he was going to have to start thrusting.

“Can I move? Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good. Fuck me.”

Ryan did. He held Fabian’s hips and pounded up into him as Fabian threw his head back and groaned. Ryan was mesmerized by his beauty. How could anything so stunning be on top of him right now? How could Ryan be inside him?

Oh fuck. Ryan was getting wonderfully close. “Can I—can you get on your back? I think that could work.”

Fabian’s face lit up. “Hell yes. Let’s get you off.”

They switched so Fabian was on his back, and he wrapped his legs around Ryan when Ryan entered him again. “Can you come again?” Ryan grunted.

Fabian began stroking his own cock. “I think so. Keep going.”

Ryan adjusted his angle, hoping he was skilled enough to target Fabian’s prostate with his thrusts.

“Right there,” Fabian gasped. “That’s perfect, darling.”

Ryan smiled, pleased with himself. When was the last time he had smiled during sex? Fabian noticed, and he grinned right back at him.

“Kiss me,” Fabian whispered. “Please.”

Ryan slowed his thrusts, then brought his mouth down on Fabian’s. He expected Fabian to greet him with a wild, passionate kiss, but instead it was slow and sweet. Ryan sank into it, his head swimming.

“You,” Fabian breathed against his lips, “are incredible.”

Ryan kissed him again, trying to match Fabian’s tenderness. Trying to show him how much all of this meant to him. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he began to roll his hips, sliding in and out of Fabian in long, slow thrusts.

“Mm. Don’t stop,” Fabian murmured. “Feels so good.”

Ryan didn’t want to stop. Every thrust was sending waves of pleasure through him, driving him toward release. Finally, he could feel that pressure at the base of his spine and in his balls that was usually so elusive. “Fuck, I think I might come.”

“Really? Come on. I’m close too.”

Ryan lost all semblance of rhythm as he chased his orgasm. It was right there.

“Can you pull out?” Fabian asked. “I want to see it. I want it all over me.”

Oh fuck. That did it. Ryan pulled out and ripped the condom off just as he felt the first wondrous pulse of his release.

He gasped with relief as strand after strand of come burst out of him, falling all over Fabian’s chest and neck.

A second later, Fabian cried out, and an impressive amount of come joined Ryan’s, considering it was Fabian’s second orgasm.

“Holy fucking god,” Ryan panted as he flopped onto the bed next to Fabian. “Thank you. Fuck, I needed that.”

Fabian turned his head and smiled at him. “I knew we’d figure it out. That was lovely to watch.”

They stayed on the bed until their chests stopped heaving, and then they took turns getting cleaned up. When Ryan came out of the bathroom, Fabian patted the mattress beside him. “Come snuggle.”

Fabian made himself comfortable with his head on Ryan’s chest, then took Ryan’s hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Thank you,” Ryan said. “For everything tonight. No one has ever put this much effort into...”

“Seducing you?”

Ryan huffed. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Stick with me,” Fabian murmured sleepily, “and you’ll be bewitched, bothered, and bewildered.”

“Bothered?” Ryan teased, but he was mentally stuck on Fabian’s suggestion of sticking with him.

“Oh, I can be very annoying,” Fabian said. “Fair warning.”

Ryan hugged him tighter. “Noted.”

Ryan realized, as he drifted off to sleep, that he hadn’t thought about his flight in the morning once all evening.