Chapter 37

Johnny moaned. How would Ryan react if Johnny asked him to fuck his face later? Something about being on his knees for this man, at his mercy, knowing he was giving the ultimate pleasure…

He twisted his angle to suck the head into his mouth, sinking down the shaft, his lips stretching to accommodate Ryan’s thickness.

Ryan rocked forward to meet him, filling the back of his throat and taking his time on the way back. There was a certain economy in his motions, but the iron control he had over himself only betrayed how close he was to breaking. Johnny could feel it in the way he trembled, hear it with every raw moan and hitched breath. The slightly bitter taste of the condom’s lubricant got stronger and stronger, growing slicker with every swipe of Johnny’s tongue.

“Stop,” Ryan finally choked out. “God, you’re so…”

Johnny dropped back to the mattress and grinned at him. “Ready. That’s the word you’re looking for.”