Page 84 of No Rules
He released his grip on Alex’s waist and snaked one hand between their bodies, grasping Alex’s hard cock and stroking him firmly. Alex gasped, a shudder rippling through him. Ryan pumped Alex’s cock, rock hard in his hand, adding a little screw motion at the end that he always loved himself.
Alex threw his head back, his eyes closed, as he surrendered to the pleasure, fucking himself on Ryan’s cock. He was so beautiful, so stunning. Ryan couldn’t look away.
“I can’t…” Alex moaned, low and sexy. “If you keep that up, I can’t…”
“It’s okay, baby boy. Let me see you come.”
That was all the permission Alex needed. With a guttural grunt, he came, spurting his load over Ryan’s hand. Ryan held himself back, even though he was seconds away from coming, his balls so full and tight they hurt. Only when Alex had come down from his high and opened his eyes again did Ryan let go.
He thrust upward into him, then again.
“Alex…shit!” The words were torn from him as the dam inside him broke. A tidal wave of pleasure surged through his veins, drowning his senses. With a cry that seemed to echo through every fiber of his being, Ryan let himself be swept away.
Wiped, he held on to Alex as he tumbled sideways onto the couch, then stretched out. He slipped out of him, and somehow, that severed connection hurt.
“Come here.” Ryan shifted to wrap his arms around Alex and pull him close. Their bodies, still trembling, molded together like pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly into the spaces each had carved out for the other. Alex’s head rested against Ryan’s chest as they both struggled to catch their breaths. Slowly, Ryan’s heart rate came down, and he could properly breathe again.
They lay on the couch, their bodies pressed together. The room was filled with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mixture. Ryan traced lazy circles on Alex’s shoulder, the rise and fall of Alex’s chest against his own a comforting rhythm that soothed his racing pulse. Sweat slicked their skin, glistening in the flickering firelight, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside had ceased to exist.
“My perfect baby boy,” Ryan murmured, the uncharacteristic tenderness in his voice surprising even him. “You’re…you’re really something else.”
How could he process the tornado of emotions inside him? He wouldn’t know where to start. He’d never felt like this, felt so much. Everything about Alex drew him in like a moth to a flame. He wasn’t one for sentimentality, but something about this moment, about Alex, had gotten under his skin.
“Damn right I am.” Alex’s laughter was breathless and musical, full of joy. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Trust me, baby boy. There ain’t a chance in hell of that happening.” Ryan cupped Alex’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. The intensity of their connection burned between them, palpable and electric. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, whether you know it or not.”
As they lost themselves in the moment, it became increasingly difficult for Ryan to deny the truth—that their relationship was so much more than casual sex. Nothing about their connection was casual, and it had long stopped being about sex as well. He didn’t want to get too caught up in feelings he couldn’t fully understand yet, and he was nowhere near ready to put a label on it, but he couldn’t deny that whatever it was had the power to change him.
To change them both.
It terrified him.
27
Something had changed. Alex wasn’t sure if it was because he’d told Ryan he loved him or what, but Ryan was different with him. Softer. Gentler. More…loving.
He didn’t want to give himself false hope, but it was hard not to dream of what could be when Ryan was this sweet. What they had shared on that couch hadn’t been sex. That had been lovemaking.
And when they’d gone upstairs, Ryan hadn’t hesitated to take Alex with him into his bedroom. They’d fallen asleep with their arms wrapped around each other, and how could Alex not harbor hope after that? It was like Ryan had turned into a different man, one Alex had only seen glimpses of. And every night since, now a whole week, Ryan had insisted Alex stay with him for the nights.
They’d shared Ryan’s bed and made love every single time. No scenes, no quick and dirty encounters or fast fucks, but slow, sensual lovemaking. Okay, so they’d still done it in public twice, where others could’ve walked in—and once, they had—but still. Something fundamentally had changed, had shifted.
But would it last? That was the first thing on Alex’s mind as he woke up that morning as the little spoon to Ryan, who had not only his arm wrapped around Alex but a leg slung across his as well. Almost as if he’d feared Alex would walk off in the middle of the night. Not a chance. Waking up next to Ryan was… Alex wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling. Did magical sound too cheesy?
He would cherish every second because nothing was guaranteed with Ryan. This change, whatever had caused it, wasn’t permanent. For all Alex knew, Ryan would revert to his old “fuck ‘em and leave ‘em” style and that tender side would disappear again, never to come back.
“Morning,” Ryan rumbled behind him, and Alex couldn’t have prevented himself from smiling, even if he’d wanted to.
“Morning.”
“Turn around, baby boy. Let me see those pretty baby blues of yours.”
Alex did, and Ryan kissed him thoroughly, morning breath be damned. He rubbed himself against Ryan unashamedly, loving the friction of their morning woods against each other. “Want me to take care of that for you?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
If you want to?What on God’s green earth was happening? Where had Ryan’s confident, bossy Dom side gone? As much as Alex loved the new dynamic between them, he missed Ryan bossing him around. He needed both, or was he asking too much? That softer side of Ryan was amazing, and Alex reveled in the tenderness it brought, but that didn’t mean it was all he needed and craved. He was still a fuck toy, and he needed Ryan to treat him as one.