Page 11 of Unwrapped
“We can go to mine if you want. I live all alone, in one of my parents’ investment properties. No interruptions to worry about.” He gave me a dirty grin, tugging me closer and planting a kiss on my lips.
“Fuck, Ry, I can’t believe that we both liked each other, but neither of us knew. All that time we wasted.”
We began walking down the street, and he briefly turned to me before weaving us around a group of people blocking half the pavement, avoiding the slushy snow at the edge of the road. “Sam. We can’t change the past. But we’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
A smile spread across my face. “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna make it up to you, alright.”
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“Nice flat.” I whistled, taking in the exposed brickwork, wooden floors, and furniture that looked like it was straight out of a design magazine. A huge Christmas tree stood in front of the windows, tiny glittering golden lights glistening and catching on the bronze and green baubles that were strategically placed on its branches, all topped by a sparkling star. Ryan’s apartment was small, but the open layout and large windows gave it a feeling of space. “Never knew you had a knack for decorating. Remember your old bedroom?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I grew out of the whole plastering every inch of my walls with Marvel posters phase.”
“And don’t forget that time you persuaded your dad to paint your room completely green for your sixth birthday, including all the furniture.”
“Have you finished?”
Catching his eye roll, I grinned, shrugging off my thick coat and scarf, and then pulled him to me. I walked us backwards until he bumped up against the counter of the kitchen area. Tilting my head, I placed my mouth to his ear. “I’ve finished reminding you of your questionable taste in décor, but I’m just getting started with you.”
His body shuddered. “Fuck,” he muttered, dropping his head back against the kitchen cabinet. I took full advantage, licking and nipping his throat while I divested him of his coat. I slid my hands under his navy T-shirt, up over the ridges of his abs, and onto his hard pecs, dragging the fabric up with me. It wasn’t quite Christmas, but I was unwrapping my present early.
And what a fucking present he was.
“Your body…” Drawing back, I drank in Ryan’s exposed torso, my dick hard as steel inside my jeans.
“Yours.” Spinning us, he pushed me up against the counter, grinding his hard length against mine as he yanked my T-shirt off. “You don’t even know how difficult it’s been, trying to pretend like I didn’t notice you in the gym.”
“It was just as difficult for me.” My lips found his again, and I lost myself in him. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Every time I saw you, I asked myself why I was torturing myself by coming back to your gym.”
His low chuckle sounded against me, his nose running over my cheek before he nipped at my ear. “I’m so glad you did.” Gripping my hand, he stepped back, pulling me with him. “Bed.”
The second we stepped over the threshold of his bedroom, I was on him, my hands working at his jeans while he attacked me with kisses and bites, his hands all over me, driving me insane. “Sam…if you even knew…” he rasped between kisses.
“I know.” Dropping to my knees, I tugged his jeans and underwear down, revealing his long, thick erection. “Ry. You’re fucking dripping.”
My thumb swiped across the tip, making him groan.
“All for you, babe.” His hands came down to grip my hair as I leaned forwards, taking him into my mouth. “Fuuuuck.”
Emboldened, I took him even deeper, using every technique I knew to drive him insane. He panted above me, his thighs shaking with the effort of holding back, to not thrust deep into my throat. My cock raged against my jeans, and as if he knew exactly how on edge I was, he yanked me off him, dragging me to my feet and ripping my jeans and boxers off me. “I need to taste you.”
My voice was so fucking hoarse I hardly recognised it. “Bed. Now.”
We tumbled onto his bed, flipping each other over, our bodies grinding together. Ryan kissed me, hot and heavy, his tongue sliding against mine. The friction of our movements and the way our cocks were rubbing together felt so fucking good that it was almost impossible to tear myself away.
“Turn around,” I gasped out. “I wanna suck you while you suck me.”
“Fuck, yes. You have the best ideas,” he groaned, shifting onto his side, his head level with my aching cock, while his own pointed straight at my mouth, his precum glistening on the tip. I had to taste him.
Angling my head, I swiped my tongue around the head of his cock, and he moaned. The next second, it was my turn to moan as my cock was suddenly encased in wet heat, his throat working to take as many inches as he could fit in his mouth.
It was almost impossible to concentrate when Ryan’s mouth felt so good around me, but I did my best, taking in more of his cock, running my tongue over the hard length of his erection. My hand went to his balls, rolling them lightly, and he moaned around me, sending a jolt of heat through my body. When I pressed down on his taint, he moaned again, and the vibrations, combined with the wicked movements of his tongue, had my balls seizing up.
I pulled off him long enough to gasp, “Gonna come,” before I was releasing into his mouth, feeling him swallow every drop.Fuck. So. Good. My body wanted to collapse back onto the bed, but he was throbbing in my mouth, and I needed to make him feel as good as I did. Working over his length, I sucked and licked, playing with his balls and taint until he tugged at my hair, his body tensing against mine. Then his cum was filling my mouth, shooting down my throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped, flopping onto his back, panting. “I’m dead. That was…”
“Amazing,” I finished for him, my voice breathless. “How soon can we go again?”