Page 21 of Unfaithfully Yours

To his credit, Dave didn't seem bothered, more mystified and entertained. He was watching the exchange with wide eyes, and a half smile.

“Kamran, I’ve never seen this side of you.”

“You can go now,” I said coldly and he laughed.

“Alright guys, I'll leave you to it. Have a good night,” he said.

I waved him goodbye because Ryan was in no state to care about things like being polite and had already forgotten about him. In fact, the second Dave was back in his car, Ryan was turning in my arms to face me, his fingers playing in the hair on the back of my head.

He pressed his forehead to mine and gave me a soft kiss.

Part of me wanted to be self-conscious, but it meant too much to be this close to Ryan, for him to want to kiss me. I couldn't turn him down, even if one of our friends was watching. This was how it was going to be from now on.

And it was why I couldn't let Lissa avoid me forever.

“You said we'd talk tomorrow,” Ryan said, pulling back enough to see me.

“Yeah, well, that was before I knew that she wasn't even coming home tonight. She's avoiding me.”

Ryan's hands slid down my back sensually and he let out an appreciative moan.

“Her loss,” he whispered. “Come on.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward his house even though he stumbled going up the steps. I had to catch him by the hips, but he didn't even seem to notice.

As soon as we were inside, he had me by the arm again, this time pulling me up the stairs. In his room, Ryan swung me around so that my back was to the bed and pushed my shoulders so that I fell onto it.

I laughed breathlessly as he crawled on all fours over top of me.

“Going to fuck you,” he growled and a jolt of anticipation shot through my body.

He started to kiss my jaw, my neck, his hands working my shirt up, pulling at my belt.

“Wait. Seriously?” I asked breathlessly.

Instead of answering, he got my shirt up high enough to suck a nipple into his mouth, moaning and biting down gently until I forgot everything else.

I gasped, head falling back as his deft hands finally got into my pants, his tongue stroking my pebbled nipple while he took my swiftly hardening cock into his fist.

His lips traced down my abdomen and by the time he was pulling my pants down my thighs, lips closing around the head of my cock, I wouldn't have remembered what we had been saying even if money was on the table.

My hands landed on his shoulders, and I pushed my hips up, seeking more.

Ryan let me, bracing his hands on the bed while I thrust up into him mouth, moaning while I grunted with the effort as the pleasure escalated.

“Fuck,” I groaned and forced myself to fall back, releasing him before I came.

“That was so hot,” Ryan whispered. He gripped me by the thigh, pressing his face into it and kissing me in the crease. When he started to suck, I gasped, surprised how good a feeling it was. I couldn't deny the way the sensation tugged directly into my balls.

My fingers gripped the blanket under me and I held on, muscles clenching until he stopped sucking that surprising spot, gently running his tongue over it instead.

I took a ragged breath, trying to come back to reality but my entire world had become the small points of contact between our bodies. Ryan's hands on my outer thighs, holding them open, his lips brushing kisses to my sac, his tongue licking lower still.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, jumping as Ryan confidentlylicked my ass hole. Finally, Iremembered what he had said.

I tried to squeeze my legs together, but his shoulders were under my knees and he was still holding them apart with firm hands, as though he'd expected this reaction.

And his face was right down there , past my balls, his eyes the only thing I could see, closed in obvious pleasure as he continued to lick me.

It felt so strange. Not exactly bad, but a little slimy and wet where I wasn't used to it. I squirmed.

“ Ryan , stop ignoring me.”

He lifted his head, looking like a kid who was being denied his cookie after being a very good boy.

“Please, just let me taste you,” he practically begged.

I stared at his face for a moment, but in the end, I wasn't able to deny him when he looked so sad. If he liked eating out guys’ buttholes, who was I to stop him?

“Okay, just for a minute,” I warned.

He dropped back down eagerly, pressing his lips against the tight ring of muscles there with a hungry little moan that went straight through me and then he basically made out with my hole.

I took a shaky breath, trying to remain still while he kissed me and licked me and fucking pushed his tongue inside but it was impossible and it was.

.. sexy? If only because of how much Ryan seemed to like it.

He passionately kissed me down there, moaning like it was even better than my lips.

Like it was as good for him as using his cock would be.

Okay, scratch that, it wasn't just because of how much Ryan liked it. It was starting to feel more than weird and wet. It was starting to feel good.

And the longer I lay there, letting him go to fucking town, the better that feeling got.

Before long, I was gasping and writhing, chasing something that I didn't even understand. All I knew was that I wanted more .

“Oh, fuck ,” I gasped and Ryan moaned eagerly, thrusting his tongue inside again and then, at the strangled noise I made, he did it again and just kept fucking doing it and I was grinding down, seeking more, legs falling open, doing anything to get that tongue in deeper, to feel it spreading me open.

With a ragged, uncontrollable groan, I reached down desperately, barely even getting my hand wrapped around my cock before I was coming harder than I ever remembered, shouting like a fucking animal getting stabbed as Ryan stuck his tongue in deep, moving it around while I ejaculated, coating myself in thick streams.

My entire body was shaking hard, shivers and spasms running through it and then his arms came around me, holding me tightly until I could open my eyes again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell did you do to me?” I gasped because I still couldn't breathe.

Ryan smiled against my neck.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Did I like it?” I repeated, still shell shocked, “I think I blacked out.”

He chuckled breathily, biting my chin gently. It probably should have been a turn off after he’d just been down there, but somehow, everything he did just felt natural.

“You're so fucking sexy,” he groaned, pressing his hard length against my hip and moaning. “Going to fuck you now.”

His hand slipped down as he said it, fingers delving into the area he had just been exploring in such depth and I wasn't as worried about letting him go there now. Instead, I was just curious as he gently rubbed my hole until it was contracting and flexing without any input from me.

When he pushed a finger inside, there was no resistance. It was thinner than his tongue, but he pressed in deeper. He seemed to simply be feeling me from the inside. His eyes were squeezed closed, his lips pursed as he added another finger.

I'd just let out a huge load, it was still splattered all over me, but even so, it felt unfairly good. When he started to move them gently inside me, my eyes fluttered shut. Another minute of it and my cock was getting hard.

I'd never had sex like this, where you couldn't stop and you wanted more and more and more.

Ryan was addicting but better than any drugs. Things I'd tested in college had been easy to say no to or quit. Ryan, not so much.

There could literally be a fire downstairs and I would wait until he had taken his fill before even considering getting out of bed and finding the extinguisher.

Ryan's cock was rubbing against my hip in the same rhythm as his thrusting fingers. He whispered my name again and again.

At the third, “ Mm, Kamran ,” I pushed him away.

He flopped onto his back, pulling out of me, both hands reaching for his cock instead. His head fell back as he started to stroke himself.

“Stop,” I said, even though the view was mesmerising.

He mewled in disappointment, but slowed his hands and looked at me, flushed and desperate and sexier than ever.

“I want to come,” he explained, again with the puppy eyes. So goddamn adorable.

“I know, I just?—”

Quickly now, before you lose your nerve, I told myself and pushed the words out.

“I thought you wanted to put that inside me.”

His entire body stilled for a moment and then, suddenly, he rolled onto his side away from me, searching frantically through his bedside table and then returning a moment later, looking victorious with a bottle of lube that he quickly used to slick his cock, making it glisten in the dim light.

Without further ado, he rolled on top of me, wiggling his hips into the right position as though afraid I'd change my mind.

“Are you sure?” he asked, once he was there, ready to go.

Biting back a laugh, I bent my knees, bracing my feet on the mattress while my stomach squirmed.

“Go for it. Apparently we're experimenting tonight,” I said, pretending I wasn't nervous as hell.

Ryan could see it though. His amused gaze softened and he kissed both of my cheeks before pressing his forehead to mine.

“Just relax and try to trust me,” he whispered.

I smiled up at him.

“That's the easy part.”

He found my hands where they were laying in the covers and twined his fingers our fingers together, shaking his head.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispered. “Please let me keep you.”

I shut my eyes.

Maybe with his dick pressed against my hole wasn't the most romantic moment.

And yes, he was probably still a bit tipsy although he seemed to have come around a lot since we'd started.

But his love for me was like a warm blanket.

So it only seemed fitting for him to say those words for the first time while we were in bed.

Perhaps he wasn't waiting for me to say it in response, because he pressed his lips to mine and then pushed his hips forward.