Off Limits (Secrets Kept 1)

“I like this song. What is it?”

Damned if I wasn’t laughing then, laughing instead of hurting, but still so fucking starving for him. “It’s called get your tongue, finger, or cock in my ass before I go find a toy.”

Ryder chuckled. “God, I love you.” He nipped at my crease with his teeth, then dived in again. I kept playing. I fucked up and would stop, and every time I did, Ryder did too. It was brutal, this game he was playing with me, but I loved it, wanted to soak up every second of it.

I kept repeating the melody over and over and over again, and at some point, Ryder flipped the bench up and said, “Put one foot on it.” I did, and heard the familiar sound of the lube cap.

“Awfully presumptuous of you to bring that out, wasn’t it?”

“I was hopeful. And I know you, Hutch. I feel you deep inside me, like a reflection of each other. I woke up needing you so fucking bad, I was aching with it, and I knew you felt the same.”

I pressed down on several keys with both hands.

“That doesn’t sound like a song. Play for me. I love hearing you.”

I couldn’t even find the words to tell him how much I planned to torture him in return for this, couldn’t find them to thank him either.

I moaned when he pushed what felt like two slick fingers inside me, fucking me with them.

“You like that?”

“You know I do.”

“Tell me, Hutch. Tell me how much you like it.”

“So good…there’s nothing like having you inside me, reminding me I’m yours.” Jesus, the things this guy could make me say. I wasn’t one to lay myself bare this way, but I couldn’t help it with Ryder. I also couldn’t stop voicing demands of my own. “Tell me…tell me how much you like taking me and witnessing me this way.”

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. You wanna be Bossy Hutch but also Needy Hutch. I can work with that. You should see it, see how wild you’re going for me, see this pretty ass in the air, begging for whatever I’ll give you. I love watching your hole take me, see it open up around my fingers and stretch.” He pushed a third inside. “You’re so hot and tight, sucking me in. I can’t wait until it’s my cock.”

“When did you get so good at that?” While we both indulged in dirty talk, it was typically me more than him.

“Baby…I’ve always been this good.”

“Fuck me,” I begged and didn’t care that I was doing so.

“Yes.” He kissed my ass cheeks, then stood, crowding against me with his mouth close to my ear. “Always…whatever you need. If I can give it to you, I will. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The loud ache inside me—that had always been there, but I’d gotten so accustomed to it, it had become an integral part of me—suddenly began to quiet. Because with Ryder, I wasn’t alone anymore. Because he loved me.

I felt him fumbling with the bottle, lubing himself up, and then it tumbled to the floor. Ryder pushed me down so I was completely bent over the baby grand, then pushed inside me with one swift thrust. I cried out at the stretch and gentle burn of Ryder’s cock taking possession of my ass.

He fucked me slow at first—long, deep strokes rubbing against my prostate as he leaned over me, kissing, licking, and sucking everywhere he could reach. He was savoring me, treasuring me, and damned if I didn’t feel cherished.

“So good,” he said into my ear.

Every time he moved inside me, I crumbled more and more, coming apart for him until I was made up of nothing but sensation and pleasure.

“Harder,” I ordered.

“There we go. That’s what I like to hear.” He sped up then, grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my sides as he fucked into me hard and fast. His body slapped against mine, pushing me against the piano, the random sound of keys being pressed from my hands, my thighs, and Ryder mingling with our breathing and fucking.

When his slick hand wrapped around my body, jerking my cock, my vision blurred and my body went weak as I gave in and let my orgasm take me over. My release shot from my balls, coating the piano, and in that moment I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Me too…God, me too, Hutch.” Ryder thrust, and his dick spasmed, the hot jet of his load filling me. He pumped through it, spurt after spurt pulsing out from him and into me.

He leaned over my back, still inside me, and we just breathed. We were both sweaty, my desire ramping up another notch when Ryder licked the beads from my shoulder.

“I wish we could stay right here,” he said.