Page 83 of No Rules
What an unfamiliar feeling. Had Alex’s declaration of love had that effect on him? The weirdest thing was that Ryan didn’t even mind. Mere months ago, this feeling would’ve scared the crap out of him, but now, he was fine with it.
He sank his finger into Alex’s pretty hole with ease, adding a second one quickly. He hadn’t expected Alex to need much prep, and he’d been right. A little stretching would be enough, so he only took a minute to get him ready.
“Sit back up on my lap.” He wanted to see him, look him in the eyes.
Alex scrambled up and positioned himself. Ryan grabbed that gorgeous ass with both hands and spread it wide. He couldn’t wait to be inside him.
“Please, Sir,” Alex whimpered, shifting his hips impatiently.
“Not Sir.” Ryan wasn’t even sure why it mattered, but it did. “This is not a scene. This is… Just Ryan, okay? I’m just Ryan.”
Alex blinked. “Okay… Okay, Ryan.”
Ryan kissed him. “Ride me, baby boy.”
Alex’s eyes lit up. As he lowered himself onto Ryan’s cock, Ryan guided him with steady hands, Alex’s tight heat enveloping him inch by agonizing inch. God, it felt like heaven and hell wrapped into one perfect package. Ryan bit back a groan, his resolve tested by the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.
Why did everything always feel different with Alex? Why couldn’t he maintain the emotional distance he’d always relied on? The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and it took all his self-control not to lose himself in the sensation.
When he was fully sheathed, he took a moment to revel. Their bodies were pressed together, Alex’s smooth skin soft under Ryan’s fingertips. Their eyes locked in a deep, intense gaze, and Ryan drowned in those bright blue orbs, his defenses crumbling under their weight. He’d never stood a chance, had he?
He kissed him softly. “You feel incredible. You always feel incredible. There’s no one like you, baby boy. No one.”
Alex shifted his hips again, wordlessly begging Ryan to move, and Ryan couldn’t deny him any longer. He thrust, establishing a steady rhythm as he penetrated Alex deeper with each stroke. Their bodies moved in sync, but for the first time, their joining was more than a physical connection. It felt like their souls were connected as well, beating in unison. Jesus, he was getting sappy. Maybe the day had taken more of a toll on him than he’d realized.
“Love the way you feel inside me… You’re hard as steel.” Alex moaned. “You’ve got me so damn close.”
“Me too.” Ryan desperately tried to hold on a bit longer. “But I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Then let’s make it last.” Alex’s eyes locked onto Ryan’s once more as they slowed their pace.
Ryan leaned in and caught Alex’s lips in another sensual kiss. Their tongues slid, danced, tangled, and he lost himself in the pleasure of that kiss.
“Fuck…” Ryan gasped, breaking away from the kiss long enough to catch his breath. “I need you, baby boy. Can’t get enough of you.”
He moved his hips languidly, sliding in and out of Alex in a slow, sensual tango rather than a fast-paced one. They kept kissing, or their mouths hovered half an inch away from each other as if they wanted to suck in each other’s breaths. Ryan couldn’t let go of Alex’s lips, couldn’t stand the thought of more space between them. They moved together as one, their bodies finding an effortless rhythm. The firelight shimmered across their skin, highlighting every curve and line of their intertwined forms.
Ryan moaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go,” Alex teased, his voice husky and seductive as he leaned in closer, their lips mere millimeters apart.
“Cheeky bastard.” Ryan captured Alex’s lips in another searing kiss. How could each kiss, each touch, leave him wanting more?
This encounter was a far cry from the rough, almost brutal encounters they’d shared in the past. This was something deeper, something that transcended the physical act of sex. What it all meant, Ryan couldn’t begin to unwrap. All he knew was that it mattered. Alex mattered.
Time seemed to stand still as they moved, kissed, touched, lost in a world of their own, until the pleasure that had been building and building reached a point of no return and couldn’t be denied any longer.
“Ryan…please,” Alex begged, digging his fingers into Ryan’s shoulders as if he could anchor himself to him. “I need you to…to…”
“Say it, baby boy,” Ryan ordered, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what you need.”
“Harder,” Alex choked out, his cheeks flushed. “Please just…fuck me harder.”
The vulnerability in his plea only heightened Ryan’s arousal. He obliged and increased the force behind his thrusts, driving himself deeper into Alex’s body. Ryan groaned, his movements growing more urgent. Pleasure filled Alex’s face, his eyes glazed, and his mouth fell open as he moaned in response to Ryan’s movements. Beads of sweat dripped down Alex’s chest. Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“Jesus, baby boy…” Ryan forced the words out between ragged breaths, his world narrowing to the exquisite pleasure coursing through him.
He’d always come before Alex, one of the privileges of being a Dom. But this time, he didn’t want to. He wanted to see Alex fall apart on his cock, wanted to witness up close and personal the ecstasy he could bring him.