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“Woah,” Ryan chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Neither was I, but I was ready to snap. My retort caught in my throat when Ryan placed gentle, open-mouthed kisses over my length. He wasn’t kidding about taking his time with me, but it was driving me out of my mind.

Finally, he rose onto one elbow and fed my cockhead into his mouth. Electricity surged through my body. Every muscle in my body tensed. A curse ripped through my gritted teeth. Ryan sucked, damn near pulling my soul right out of my body. Forcing my eyes open, I watched Ryan bob his head up and down, pulling off just to hollow his cheeks and swallow me once more. That was the last thing I saw before my eyes rolled back into my head. I sank into the mattress, enjoying the hot, wet mouth along my cock.

Slowly, Ryan rolled my balls in his palm, one skilled finger brushing the thin strip of skin leading to my hole.

Curious, of course I’d done some… “research” as to how this worked. My mind flitted back there then. Only instead of two random actors, it was me and Ryan on the screen, and he was knelt behind me, working me with his⁠—

“Whoa.” Ryan pulled me out of my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

Thump…thump…thump…

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t think I could feel the change in your body when you got more excited?”

A wave of heat passed over my body.

“Come on, Jason. Spit it out.”

Much to my dismay, Ryan didn’t suck my cock down again. Instead, he straddled my lap and lined ours up. My hips jerked, pushing our slick cocks through his fist.

“You don’t have to call me by my full name, you know,” I strained. I was holding on by a very thin thread, ready to burst with one wrong—or right—move.

“I know, but I like the way you squirm when I say it. So tell me, Jason…” Nails scraped down my body, and Ryan firmly gripped onto my dick again. “What were you thinking about?”

“Your fingers,” I blurted, muscles burning with the effort of holding myself back.

“You have those.” Ryan raked his nails over my sides. “They’re right here.”

A chill shot down my spine. “Not what I meant.”

Ryan tilted his head. “Then what do you mean?”

I sighed, throwing my head back onto the pillow and squeezing my eyes shut. “Lower,” I directed, tapping the hand that strangled my cock. Hesitantly, he obeyed, dropping down to cup my balls in his palm.

Heart thundering in my chest, I arched my hips toward him. “Keep going.” I gasped, fingers dusting across my taint. “More.”

“Jason, are you sure?”

I opened my eyes to meet Ryan’s. He still trailed a light touch over sensitive skin, and I wriggled in his grip.

“I’m sure,” I panted. “I trust you. Please… before I lose all control.”

“Okay.” Ryan yanked open the nightstand drawer, withdrawing a clear bottle.

“There happened to be a bottle of lube in the bedside table?”

“No,” Ryan laughed. “I stashed supplies while you were asleep—preparedness and all that.” The bottle snicked open, jelly pouring into Ryan’s palm before he clicked it shut and tossed the bottle aside. “If you say stop, I stop, understood?”

“Yes…” My heart was racing. My lungs burned. Whether it was fear or excitement, I wasn’t sure, but based on the sticky mess I’d left all over my stomach, I was going to continue.

Ryan bent my leg again, giving himself a full view of my hole. “I know things are hot and heavy right now, but I need you to breathe. I’m not going to hurt you, and if I do, tell me so I can stop. I’ve got you, baby… just breathe.”

I closed my eyes and forced myself to take a series of deep breaths. With my vision out of commission, the sensation of Ryan’s hands on me intensified, fire burning across my skin.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.