Ride the Wreck (Stonewall Investigations Blue Creek 2)

I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to have him. More than just his fingers or his mouth. I needed him, and tonight would be the night I’d have him.

I looked him in his ocean-blue eyes as he came up for a kiss, sharing the taste of me. A mixture of salty and sweet and smoldering heat. “Ryan, I want you to fuck me. I brought some condoms.”

“Same,” he said, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. He got up and went for his book bag, his stiff cock swinging in the air like a baseball bat about to hit a home run. We’d been hooking up pretty much every night since that first night I stayed over his house, but we had never gotten to the penetration part of the event. I liked that and enjoyed the buildup, but only for so long. If I didn’t get Ryan inside of me in the next three minutes, I was likely to self-combust, like some lust-possessed demon.

Fuckin’ hell, what has this man done to me?

“Lie back, baby.” His voice hit buttons inside me that I wasn’t even sure his finger could reach. I pushed back on the bed, moving a pillow under my lower back. Ryan stood in a wide-legged stance, eyes on me as he rolled on the condom and spread some lube. The porthole window behind me cast him in a white glow, as if he’d just stepped through a portal from another world.

A king, stepping off his throne, stepping onto mine.

“Ready?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed and lined himself up with me. He rubbed my legs softly, lifting them and looking down at himself pushing against my hole.

“I’ve been wanting this for a while,” I said honestly. “I’ve been ready.”

“Tell me if I need to go slower.”

“How about faster?”

“That, too.”

I bit my lower lip as he broke through the already warmed-up ring of muscle. My heart beat fast in my chest, my body ready to get pushed up against the precipice of raw pleasure.

“This okay?”

“Mhmm,” I said, still gnawing on my lip as he plunged deeper, my hole stretching way past what his fingers had been able to do. The sensation of being filled by him, it made me ravenous.

“Fast,” I moaned, “go faster.”

Ryan’s fingers kneaded into my thighs as he started to pick up his rhythm, pushing himself deeper into me, stretching me open with a dick that felt fucking made for me. He rocked his hips, thrusting, skin slapping against skin so that it added to the chorus of grunts and moans, replacing any words that got caught in our throats. A cherry-pink flush spread across his chest and up his neck as he brought a big hand down on my chest, fucking me and rubbing my nipples at the same time.

I shouted out for some god or another, my eyes rolling back. I leaked with every thrust, as if Ryan were milking me from the inside. It was bliss. Fucking actual bliss, and I never wanted it to stop.

“Keep going, oh yeah, Ry, keep—”

Ryan’s face twisted, his thrusts turning erratic. He grunted and said something I couldn’t make out, but his body language was more than clear. Ryan came inside me, filling the condom, stopping his thrusts and throwing his head back with a primal roar.

A roar that instantly launched me over the cliff. I exploded, shooting jets of come up onto my chest, splatting against my chin. My body convulsed, squeezing and tightening around Ryan, taking every last drop and giving him the same. My toes curled so hard they cramped, and my vision blurred.

And fuck, my entire world was rocked. Completely tilted on its axis, never to be corrected. And I didn’t care either. I didn’t care about anything except Ryan, this perfect man who came down to breathlessly kiss me, still inside me.

“Holy shit,” Ryan said against my lips.

“How was that?”

“I thought I was about to pass out. How fucking embarrassing would that be?”

That got me laughing again, a lazy and exhausted sound that bubbled up from my chest, chasing the joy that still swam in my veins. “I don’t know, that would be a pretty good review for me.”

I kissed him, smiling against his lips, holding his head in my hands. He pulled himself out of me with a shift of his hips, leaving me back to wanting him, as if my body would truly never get its fill of Ryan.

“Thank you for tonight,” I said. Genuine appreciation buoyed my words. “Everything about it was perfect. Absolutely everything. I needed it.”

“None of it would have happened without you, so thank you.”

“That’s a funny way of—ah, whatever. You’re welcome.” More lazy laughter trailed by lazy kisses, my hand drawing soft circling around Ryan’s chest. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been replaced by a middle schooler’s neon green slime project, and I was sure I’d collapse to the floor if I tried getting off the bed.