Chapter 8

They kiss and touch, lips finding sensitive patches of skin, and fingers running down spines. After a while, Ian retrieves a box from under his bed, where he gets condoms and lube. Then Ian’s hands are back on Ryan, driving him wild with desire, and the only thing that has felt close to this before is flying.

Ryan rolls onto his stomach and spreads his legs, encouraging Ian to speed things up. Ryan senses the other man behind him, feels Ian’s firm hands on his ass, spreading apart his cheeks. Then Ian’s lips and tongue—slick, wet, and warm—are on his flesh, opening him up.

“Ian,” Ryan breathes, arching his back as a lube-slicked finger presses in alongside Ian’s tongue.

“Shh, just wait,” Ian says after withdrawing his tongue and adding another finger.

“Come on, please. I want to feel you.” Ryan knows he’s close to begging, and normally he’d be embarrassed, but Ian has him feeling so good that he doesn’t care. He just wants more, more touch and more heat. He wants everything.