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My eyes rolled back in my head, and I arched into his touch.

“Get undressed,” I commanded once I found my words. “I need to feel you.”

Ryan smirked. “I’ll have to move my hand.”

I let out an animalistic sound that I didn’t know I was capable of. “Make it quick.”

Ryan wiggled out of his briefs, and I wrapped my hand around his cock before I could think twice about it. He moaned, wobbling from the unexpected sensation. That lip found its way between his teeth again, and he bit down hard.

I loosened my grip slightly. “I’m sorry. Was that⁠—”

“Do not move your hand,” he protested, pinning my hand in place. “Unless you plan to start stroking.”

My heart thundered in my chest. “H-h-how do I…” Anxiety planted itself in my head, self-doubt growing like a weed. How was I supposed to ask another man how to jack him off?

“The same way you would touch yourself. Don’t overthink it,” Ryan assured me, adding pressure on my palm.

Swiping the precome from his tip, I massaged it into his shaft inch by fucking…

“Damn, you’re big. This is supposed to go inside of me?”

“If you… ah! If you wanted it to.” Ryan quivered, pulling my attention away from the sticky mess he was leaving over my fingers. He bit down on his lip, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please don’t hold back?” I asked him. “I’m nervous. I’m trying not to be, but I am. Tiptoeing around me won’t help.”

Prying them open, Ryan watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, falling into a rhythm with my hand. Seemingly in the blink of an eye, Ryan snatched my hand away and leaned over to take my mouth in a kiss. The swift change in position and the feeling of our erections grinding together had me crying out into his mouth and locking my arms around him to hold him in place.

“How does this work?” I asked, coming up for air.

“How do you want it to?”

“I… I don’t know. Wh-what would you do next?”

“Well…” Ryan trailed a finger down my sternum, drawing up a path of goosebumps. “I would kiss my way down your neck… maybe leave a few marks on the way. Down your chest… then your stomach.” I shivered, and my dick twitched. My man smiled. “I’d save the best for last, definitely. I’d skip right over that glorious cock of yours and⁠—”

“Okay, okay, just fucking do it.”

Latching onto Ryan’s hair, I hauled him down to my neck where he sank his teeth in, sucking until I felt the sting of bruising.

“Oh, that’s good,” I moaned, rocking toward the wet heat. “That feels really good.”

Chuckling, Ryan licked over his mark and continued down my chest. His tongue laved over one nipple, his hand tweaking the other. My body jerked and writhed, needing more.

“Please…” I begged. “Oh!”

A hot, wet path down my stomach, then his hands were manipulating my legs. He hooked a hand under my right knee, pushing back until my foot was flat on the bed.

“Is this what you want?” he whispered, blowing a cool breath over my cockhead.

“Yes… yes, fuck… yes,” I cried, fucking into his fist.

Peering down my body at him, the feeling of those lust-darkened eyes gazing back at me from between my thighs was indescribable.

“I’ve dreamt about tasting you,” he murmured, focusing his attention on my cock. Using the precome dripping down my shaft, he slicked it up, and I swore he licked his lips.

I groaned, tightening my fist in his hair. “Then stop talking and put that fucking mouth to work.”