Page 14 of Unfaithfully Yours

ELEVEN

Kamran

I was nervous, but not for any of the reasons that I should be. I wasn't thinking of the big picture anymore. Not of Melissa or my marriage or of what people would say.

All I could think about was Ryan's hand on my thigh and what was to come next.

It seemed to take forever to get to Ryan’s place, especially since I didn't have the heart to actually run the red lights along the way. After all, an accident would really put a damper on things.

“Such a liar,” Ryan muttered playfully when I was forced to stop for the third one.

But his hand slid in between my legs when he said it, practically making me combust.

I had to drive with my head back, eyes glued forward, forcing my attention on the road.

How his magnetism had escaped me for so long would be the biggest mystery of my life.I would look back for years to come saying “Kamran, you twat, open your eyes!”

Luckily, I'd figured it out before the two of us were in seniors’ homes, probably too old to take advantage of the fact that our chemistry was undeniable.

When I finally pulled into his driveway, Ryan released me to open his door. Immediately, I missed his touch. I needed the warmth of his hands on me again.

As quickly as I could, I jumped out of my car and followed him to the door, frowning at the lingering fact that I had ignored this for so long.

Again. I had been such an idiot!

“What's wrong?” Ryan asked, glancing at me over his shoulder with a nervous smile. God, his smile was so sweet. So boy-next-door, which on a six foot two football player turned out to be the combo needed to make my knees weak. “What are you thinking?”

“Just about how sexy you are,” I admitted, letting my hands land on his hips as he quickly unlocked the door.

At my words, he paused and I took the opportunity to feel the gentle curve of his waist until he shivered.

“Come inside, right now,” he gritted, and I had the feeling I was about to be punished for something.

My heart skidded with excitement, semi hard cock thickening even more.

The moment we were inside, he turned around, taking me in his arms and slamming me against the door to press his tongue between my lips.

Engulfed in his arms, his heat, his smell, I didn't dare move, even if he would let me.

Which he didn't. He held my face, exactly where he wanted it and kissed me and kissed me until every nerve in my mouth felt like it was being brushed and stimulated and my balls tightened with the need to release.

My hands stayed where they were, resting on his hips, until he was done and he pulled back ever so slightly, leaving me panting.

“You're going to be so much trouble,” he whispered and I shrugged helplessly.

“Probably more than I'm worth.”

His eyes drifted shut, forehead dropping to mine before he shook his head.

“No way in hell. You're worth it, Kamran. You're worth everything.”

“There you go again, making me feel loved,” I chastised and Ryan stiffened. I smiled, warmth filling me at his awkwardness at being found out.

“I could get used to it,” I went on, and he relaxed again, warmth and affection filling his eyes.

“Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me through his house.

I'd been in his bedroom a bunch of times. I’d helped him set up the TV on the wall, used the shower once or twice when the other one was out of commission and I’d come over straight from work.

Most recently, I'd laid in it and held his hand all night long, getting the best night’s sleep I could remember in ages, even though I'd woken up with a throbbing headache and a moral dilemma to attend to.

It felt strange now though, to walk in and know that I was in here for one reason and one reason only; to take the next step in this unexpected relationship. To take what we had from friend zone across the line into proper lovers.

And I wasn't nervous about that part, I realized. I couldn't be. Every time we were together, every time wetouched, it felt too right to be something I should regret or worry about.

He shut the door behind us and for a moment, we faced each other, neither of us moving, just looking.

“It's not too late to back out now,” Ryan said.

He was only thinking of me. He was so fucking sweet, as always. But I pointed back and forth to the tents in the fronts of our pants.

“You going to pretend this isn't already happening?” I asked.

He shook his head, trying not to smile.

“Kamran, be serious,” he chastised.

“I am being serious,” I said, finally stepping up to him. “Don't do this to me.”

I took his hands, holding them and playing innocent while I knew damn well that our hard cocks were touching through our pants. His breath hitched, but he remained still.

“Don’t act like you think I can just walk away now and be unaffected. Like this doesn’t mean anything to me.”

He looked down, avoiding my gaze.

“It’s just that with every step forward there’s been two steps back. Every time I thought maybe , I was wrong.” He looked up then, forcing our gazes to meet. His was filled with fear. “I can’t handle anymore false hope. I need this to be real.”

“Maybe the problem is you need proof,” I suggested.

“I feel your proof,” Ryan chuckled, wiggling his hips and making our cocks rub.

I bit my lip, holding back a moan.

“Not that. I mean proof that I'm really in,” I said. “That I'm not going to run off after or back out half way through.”

Ryan's brown eyes softened.

“Yes to the first part. Don’t run away after,” he agreed, looking slightly relieved. “But you can back out halfway through if you need to.”

He stroked my arms, offering me reassurance and an unwavering gaze without a hint of judgement in it.

“Don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. Just tell me if it's too much.”

I wasn't sure how to respond. The deeply ingrained macho side of me wanted to laugh and tell him to fuck off, that I could handle it.

The other side of me knew that I'd literally gone home crying the last time we'd fooled around.

I had put on a pathetic show so far and he was being far too nice about it.

“I'm not going to change my mind,” I promised and before he could say anything else, I lowered to my knees.

Ryan gasped, but remained very still, letting me do what I wanted.

When I reached for his pants and worked them open, he didn't move until it was time to push them down, then reached for the waist band and helped me to free his cock.

I'd been in change rooms with Ryan plenty of times. I'd seen loads of guys naked but never looked or paid much attention to what they had dangling down there.

This really shouldn’t have been a shocking moment, I'd even felt Ryan's hard cock digging into me a couple times now.

But being face to face with the thing when it was rock hard and glistening was completely different.

I stared until his cock bobbed at me and then looked up at Ryan who was watching me with pained amusement, like he couldn't decide between laughing and grimacing.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yup,” I said quickly and since he was already saying ridiculous things about me getting scared and changing my mind, I reached out and took it in my hand.

It was thick and felt like velvet against my palm. Soft skin surrounded all the hot, hard muscle and all of my reservations shifted into a belly deep hunger.

To my satisfaction Ryan got quiet real fast. I was pretty sure that he wasn't even breathing when I leaned in and gently pressed my lips to the delicate spot of his frenulum, then again to his tip.

I hoped that all of Ryan's doubts were gone now.

If not, I would have to tell him that I had never been so turned on in my life.

My cock was so hard it was starting to hurt, and I hadn't even taken him into my mouth yet.

That was the whole damn point and I felt like I was about to get so keyed up I wouldn't even make it that far.

I needed totakesome of the pressure off, so I reached down, gripping myself over my jeans with one hand, using theotherto steer Ryan's cock between my lips.

In that moment, a wave of astonishment rolled over me because it felt so fucking good taking him into my mouth and tasting him, and with that came the realization that there was no goddamn cologne involved.

I was surrounded in Ryan's soft, masculine musk and it was all him that had been making me crazy.

His skin, his body, his pheromones , turning me into a sex driven caveman, eager to get him off, to taste his come and feel his cock inside me.

I moaned, taking him into me as deeply as I could, humming in pleasure when Ryan's breath hitched.

Back and forth I took him down as deep as my mouth would allow, a little bit too deep a couple of times, making me gag but somehow the fact that I was choking on Ryan'scockmade me almostlikethe feeling.

I revelled in the feeling of his flesh in my mouth, heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips and pressing into the roof of my mouth.

He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing my head back so that I would look up at him. Our eyes met just as his cock slipped out of my lips, smacking against his shirt, wet with spit.

Ryan looked like an angel standing over me, the ceiling light just behind him casting a halo around his light hair. I was pretty sure I was drunk even though no alcohol had passed through my lips.

Sucking Ryan's cock, inhaling him and tasting him was literally intoxicating. All of my inhibitions were gone.

He stared down at me in awe, tracing his fingers over my jaw. I turned my head, taking his thumb between my teeth.

Ryan let out a shuddering breath as my lips closed around him.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Get up, Kam.”

He said my name, with such meaning, the same nickname I'd heard a million times in his voice, yet it sounded so different right now.