Chapter 9
If he schedules again, I’ll have to tell him look, I never schedule a fourth appointment. Not with him, not with anyone. I almost want to say something now—it’s on the tip of my tongue, the need to tell him like a pressure growing in my chest—but I don’t. He’s so relaxed, and he keeps turning that smile on me like a spotlight. I don’t want to ruin this. Us
So I swallow back the words and, when I do speak, it’s just to ask, “What’s hanging?”
As if I don’t know.
* * * *
Back in the guest room again. Ryan appears to be wearing the same sweatpants as last time, but he has a worn T-shirt on, too. His wallet is already on the dresser, and as I close the door behind us, he pulls out not one but two crisp fifty dollar bills. “How much will this buy me?” he asks with a grin.
I move towards him, already reaching for the waistband of his sweats. “You want me to blow you?”
His arm comes up around my waist, his hand dropping to cup one ass cheek through my jeans. “How about a peek back here? No penetration, I promise.”
Usually I’d say no. I don’t get off on ass-play. I just don’t. I had one client try it when I first started out in the gay for pay business, and all I ended up with was a wetness between my buttocks I couldn’t wash away fast enough.
But a hundred bucks is a lot of dough. It’s like having an extra appointment today without really doing any more work. I look at the money Ryan has placed on the dresser beside his wallet and tell myself I’m not turned on by his closeness or his hand on my ass. “Just what do you have in mind, exactly?”
He squeezes my butt, then rubs his hand up to my lower back. My cock is already half-hard, and we aren’t even naked yet. There’s very little distance between us, and when he speaks, his voice is low and warm. “Rimming, that’s all. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
The problem is I’m not quite sure what that might be any more. At least, not when it comes to him.
I sort of nod, and his grin flares into a full smile, teeth and all. Dimples even appear in his cheeks, how cute. In one quick motion, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside, and I find myself staring at his bare chest with something akin to hunger. My heart quickens, and my blood rushes when he leans closer to pluck at the button on my jeans. “Can I just tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again?”
Before he can see the fear in my face, I turn and undress as fast as I can. Jeans down, briefs too, puddling at my ankles while I try to step out of them. I feel his hand brush over my ass, then he grabs my hips and pulls me back against him. I feel the hard cock hidden beneath his sweats as it pushes between my cheeks. “I’d fit nicely right in there,” he murmurs.
“You said no penetration,” I point out.
“Whatever’s comfortable to you,” he says.
For some reason, that doesn’t exactly soothe my nerves.
I toss away my shirt and retreat to the side of the bed. By the time I’m seated on the edge, his sweats are on the floor and he’s standing before me, six feet of handsome, naked man. His dick juts out hard from his crotch, the tip already a deep purple. As he moves closer, I reach out to encircle his shaft with my hand. Without a word, I guide it into my mouth.
He tastes clean and smells musky, a woodsy, earthy scent that comes through beneath a faint, lingering trace of soap. His cock fits perfectly—in my hand, between my lips. I pump my fist down his length as my tongue twirls around the tip. A slight moan escapes him, and I feel his hand come up around the back of my neck, holding me in place.
I suck in deep, drawing him in, savoring every inch of his erection. Beneath my ministrations, I feel him stiffen, and his balls clench. I open wide and take him all the way in, until my lips kiss the kinked hair at the base of his dick, and his hips thrust into me, eager for release. But when I pull back to work on his knob again, the hand on my neck tightens a bit. He wants something else.
I let his cock slip free from my mouth and look up at him. God, I want him, I do—I want him in ways I’ve never wanted another man. Ways I didn’t think I’d ever letmyself want a man. I licked a drop of precum from his dickhead and gave him my best come hitherlook. If he wants to go all the way, I’ll let him. The first time we met, I told him it’d cost more than he could pay to take me, but at this moment, right here, right now? I’d pay himif that’s what it took.