“Yes. I promise. I swear, I swear, just fuck me—”
I grabbed the hilt of the dildo and pulled it out so just the tip remained in him. He exhaled as I did, and he hadn’t taken another breath before I fucked it back inside, watching his ass take it all the way back in. “Fuu—”
I twisted it inside him, cutting him off into a moan.
I picked up a careful but steady pace, and he took it just as well as I’d thought he would. I used my free hand to touch his knee or the inside of his thigh or right near his cock without ever actually grabbing it. He groaned in pleasure and frustration, demanding more but not wanting me to stop to take the time to give him more. He started rocking his ass to meet each thrust of the dildo, eyes rolling up in the back of his head. His cock was straining against his stomach, the head flushed with blood, so much so that it looked painful.
“I need it,” Ryan begged me. “Come on, please, Sam. Please fuck me too. Give me both. I want both.”
I didn’t know if I could handle more. The sight of him writhing naked on the bed while I was still fully clothed was almost more than I could take. But his eyes were slowly going unfocused, and the jerk of his hips was getting sloppy, and I knew if I kept it up, he’d blow his load without getting what he wanted. And I always gave Ryan Foxheart what he wanted.
“I know,” I said quietly, slowing the thrust of the dildo, trying to get him to settle. “I know what you need.”
He nodded weakly at me, trusting me to do what I said I’d do. I pushed the dildo in one final time, leaving it buried inside of him, before letting it go. I leaned between his legs, my groin against the hilt of the dildo, and he sucked in a sharp breath when I pushed it in just a little more, propping my hands on either side of his head, pressing my forehead against his. He was sweaty and panting in my face, but I kissed him slow and sweet, gentling him when he tried to make it more.
He was frustrated with me for it, growling against me, trying to suck wet and open kisses on my lips and jaw. It took a moment, but finally his breathing slowed and he looked more aware.
“You still want this?” I asked him, pulling away to brush a sweaty lock of hair from his forehead.
“Yeah,” Ryan said. He smiled up at me a little. “I want this.”
“It’s gonna sting.”
“I know.”
“And you will tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
I kissed him again in reward, swiping my tongue against his before standing upright. “You still want me dressed?”
“Please.” Then his eyes widened. “It’s not because of the—”
I shook my head. “I know, Ryan. It’s not the scars.”
“Because they don’t matter to me,” he insisted.
“I know.”
“I love them, because they’re part of you.”
“You sap,” I said fondly, squeezing his knee.
“It’s just… hot. You. Like this. Me.” He blushed again. “I just like it.”
“I do too,” I said. I unfastened my breeches, well aware of his gaze on my hands. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life, even with our brief little side trip into potential insecurities (which, honestly, hadn’t even crossed my mind), and the relief I felt when my cock sprang free caused my eyes to briefly close. The anticipation of what we were about to do was causing my hands to shake, but I needed to stay in control for him.
I opened my eyes, smiling down at Ryan. He watched me with a reverent look on his face, like the sight of me standing above him (with my cock poking out of my pants, no less) was everything he could ever want. I hoped he saw the same expression on my face.
I took the vial from the nightstand and tipped it again into my hand, spilling more oil. I set it down and jacked myself off, teeth grinding together at the slick grip of my fist. Heat pooled low in my belly at the sight of Ryan lying spread out before me, waiting for me to fuck him alongside the dildo. It wouldn’t take much to make me come, and I had to force my hand to drop so I didn’t jizz all over him right then.
I reached over his head to grab one of the fat pillows on the bed, motioning him to lift his hips. He complied, the dildo pointing obscenely out of his ass as he did. I thought about flicking it again, but I wasn’t that much of an asshole.
“Here’s how it’s going to work,” I told him as I situated the pillow underneath him. “I’m going to pull the dildo out. Then I’m going to fuck you with my dick. Once I’m sure you’re ready, I’ll put the dildo back in. Okay?”