Page 21 of See My Words

“At least you’re getting them off soon.” He drifted his fingertips down Scott’s cheek. “You know what I was thinking about just now? That I loved those nights we used to lie awake talking…”

“And kissing…”

Rylan ran his palm over Scott’s chest and belly to cup him through his pants. “And…”

“Don’t say it,” Scott groaned, dropping his head back against the seat and hissing through his teeth when Rylan started a gentle massage.

“You don’t want me to say sucking you, tasting you? Why not?” His wicked fingers flicked the button of Scott’s jeans open and flirted with the zipper pull.

“Because I can’t do anything right now,” Scott growled. He gasped as Rylan eased the zipper down and stroked the patch of hair-roughened skin revealed by the open jeans. “Wires, remember?”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Rylan pushed Scott’s T-shirt up. “And I don’t have any wires.” To emphasize his point, he leaned down to drag his tongue through Scott’s treasure trail, humming in appreciation. “God, I love this part of you.”

“Ry,” Scott groaned, threading his fingers through Rylan’s hair. “Stop. You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” Rylan strung tiny sucking kisses along Scott’s abs from one hipbone to the other. “I want to taste you.”

Scott was achingly hard, and he moved his hips restlessly when Rylan mouthed along the waistband of his underwear. Closing his eyes in surrender, Scott reached behind him to grip the headrest of his seat as Rylan freed his cock from its fabric prison.

The first swipe of his rough tongue over the sensitive head made Scott cry out, and Rylan smacked his lips. “Better than I remember. Mmm.” He engulfed the tip in his mouth and suckled it, letting saliva run down the shaft to ease the way, starting a slow stroke with his fist.

Scott dug his fingers into the headrest. “Rylan—condoms in the glove box—” A sudden feeling of déjà vu swept over him, and he shoved away the memory of that dude from the gym just a few weeks ago, the hero worship on his face, the eager clumsiness of his hands and mouth…

Pulling off him with a pop of released suction, Rylan peeped at him, the dim light of the parking garage reflecting off his glasses. Scott plucked the glasses off and tossed them onto the dashboard before running his thumb over Rylan’s swollen lips. “Put a condom on me,” he ordered softly.

“Why?” Rylan held his eyes as he squeezed Scott’s cockhead between his fingers, deliberately lapping up the clear fluid that welled in the slit.

“Why?” Scott asked incredulously, yanking on Rylan’s hair. “Why do you think?”

Rylan traced the ridge with his tongue. “If you get tested—”

“Every six months, religiously.” Images flashed in his mind, of Joel, of strangers, of countless men and women, and he flinched.

Rylan smoothed his hand up Scott’s chest and pressed a gentle kiss to his belly. “Then no condom,” he whispered against his skin. “Not for this.”

Pumping him hard with his hand, Rylan took him into the back of his throat, his lips meeting his encircling fingers over and over. It was hot, wet, and expert, and despite the pleasure threatening to blow the top of Scott’s head off, he couldn’t help but contrast this with their first time—Rylan’s ineptness, his desperate desire to please him, the inherent tenderness and love behind every look, every gesture…

And you threw it all away.

Threw him into the arms of other men, men who’d taught him how to give pleasure like this, who’d taken that eager innocence and turned it into a devastating skill that was driving Scott out of his mind.

It could have been me. We could have learned together…

Anguish, along with jealousy over those nameless, faceless men, flooded through him, causing tears to spring to his eyes. Ruthlessly he tamped it all down, tightening his fingers in Rylan’s hair to hold him still, pumping his hips up to thrust deep.

Rylan took every inch easily, letting Scott fuck his mouth hard. The windows steamed over, Scott’s grunts filling the small car. Humming encouragement, Rylan cupped his balls and tugged on them, his agile tongue flicking the sensitive nerves under the head on every downstroke. The sensations bombarded Scott from all directions and soon overwhelmed him, and he arched his back before exploding with a loud groan.

“Rylan,” he gasped, watching as Rylan swallowed greedily, milking him with hand and mouth until he’d wrung Scott of every drop. With a last kiss to the tip of Scott’s softening cock, Rylan sat back in his seat and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and wet, and he looked so decadent, so sexy, that Scott couldn’t help but hook his hand around Rylan’s neck and pull him close again. He touched his lips to Rylan’s, aching to plunge his tongue inside his mouth and lick him clean, share the flavor…

“Mmm.” Rylan caught Scott’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it once before letting go. “So good.” He sat back again, eyes twinkling. “Are there security cameras down here? Because I think George just got an eyeful.”

Scott was surprised into a snort. “I’m sure he’s paid to be discreet.”

Rylan watched as he put his clothes to rights and tucked himself away. “Let’s go upstairs, take a shower, and do it all over again.”

Scott’s balls tingled pleasantly at the thought of a wet, soapy Rylan rubbing against him, and then his stomach growled. It wasn’t a mere rumble, but a long, embarrassing whine that sounded like a creaky door slowly being opened. He clapped his hand to his belly, wincing as Rylan’s lips parted in shock.

“Jesus. Apparently you need carrot juice more than you need sex.”