Chapter 114
He dropped his lips from Chris’s too delectable mouth to his neck where he couldn’t resist marking him by sucking a bruise on his pulse point.
“You just gave me a hickey, didn’t you, you smug bastard?”
Ryan chuckled against Chris’s throat. “Maybe.”
He trailed his lips to Chris’s nipples and bit and sucked them until Chris squirmed and begged him to stop.
He flipped Chris around until he was squished face first into the cold tiles. Ryan framed his round ass with his hands and squeezed the globes. “Damn you have the best ass. Wanna fuck it so bad.”
Chris pushed back against him. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
He dropped to his knees on the shower floor and spread the cheeks. Water still sloshed down, beating at them from the sprayer. Ryan nipped the left and then the right, earning a shuddering groan from Chris and then he ran his tongue down the crease.
“Fuck, oh yes. Ryan, please.”
Ryan darted the tip of his tongue into Chris’s hole, slipping inside and laving it until it was soaked with his saliva. “Can you toss down the lube?”
“Huh?”
“Lube, babe.” Ryan slapped a cheek.
Chris reached clumsily for the soap dish and finally closed his hand around the lube. He dropped it next to Ryan.
Ryan snapped the lid and sloshed the lube all over his fingers. After setting it aside, he pushed two fingers into Chris, past the ring of muscle and stilled. Chris shifted and spread his legs wider apart, which actually drew Ryan’s fingers deeper inside him. Ryan swallowed and pressed them as deep as they could go, feeling Chris relax. “All right?”
“Yeah.”
He slipped in a third and sawed them in and out until Chris moaned and clutched at the tile. “Do it. Fuck me. Wanna feel your cock in me.”
Ryan stood and grabbed the condom. He tore open the foil packet and rolled the latex over his achingly hard cock. He wrapped his fist around it and brought it to Chris’s hole. “You ready?”
“Yes, for fuck’s sake. Fuck me.”
He pushed in slowly, very slowly, until his cock was halfway imbedded inside Chris. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the back of Chris’s head as the muscles of Chris’s tight ass squeezed his dick almost painfully.
“More, goddamn it. I want you all the way. I said, fuckme.”
Ryan grabbed Chris’s hipbones and slammed all the way in to his balls with a growl of triumph. With one hand still gripping Chris’s hipbone, he moved the other to Chris’s dick, as Chris braced himself against the tile pushing his ass back flush to Ryan’s groin.
He thrust in over and over, pounding Chris’s ass with a singular intensity. His fist closed around the tip of Chris’s cock squeezing slightly and then he slid his grip on the shaft, tugging hard and fast.
And then Chris’s cock twitched in his hand and with a guttural cry, cum hit the tile, splattering there and over Ryan’s still stroking fingers. He sank his teeth into Chris’s shoulder and pumped deeper, harder, fucking him through Ryan’s own release as his balls emptied.
As he slipped out of Chris, his lover dropped to his knees on the shower floor and panted. “Fuck.”
Ryan leaned one hand on the wall. “What? More? Give-give me a minute.”
Chris chuckled. “Smart ass. Jesus, my legs are shaking.”
“Am I awesome or what?”
He snorted. “Give me a break, Callahan.”
Ryan sank to the shower floor next to him, shower spray bearing down on both of them. He closed his eyes.
“Uh, Ryan?”
“Hmm?”
“Your ugly dog is staring at us through the glass.”
Ryan opened an eye and, sure enough, Jonesy sat on the other side of the glass, wagging his tail. “He’s not ugly.”
“He’s still staring at us. Think he watched us fuck?”
“Who knows?”
“You would have a perverted dog.”
Ryan nodded and closed his eyes again. “Sounds about right.” 7
“You must be pretty fucking happy,” Damon said to Chris on an extremely busy Saturday night
Chris looked up from the restaurant seating chart he’d been surveying. “Oh?”
“Business is insane.” Damon grinned as a couple stepped up to the podium. “Hi, may I help you?”
“How long is the wait?” the man asked.
“No reservation? An hour to an hour and a half,” Damon said.
Chris watched as the couple shook their head and walked away disappointed. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to seat anyone who doesn’t have a reservation. God, should I try and fit more tables in here?”
“I don’t think you can. You can blame your boyfriend.” Damon grinned. “That and the restaurant critic who gave it a stellar rating.”
“I know, what am I complaining about, right?”
“What about Police Chief Sweet and his husband, Danny? You don’t want to try and fit them in somewhere?”
“Crap. They’re here and without a reservation? They should know better.” Chris sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll figure it out.”
Damon nodded. “Right.” He leaned over Chris to point at a table on the chart. “This one’s ready for the next party.”
Chris nodded and grabbed four menus. “Mitchell, party of four.”
He smiled as the four people walked up to him and he led them to a table by the window overlooking the bay. He handed them menus before saying, “Enjoy your dinner.”
Business had been booming for the last several weeks. Mabry’s was doing even better than he’d dreamed and he’d been thrilled when the restaurant critic had been satisfied. Business had picked up even on the off nights during the week, and Chris had noticed he’d even picked up a few regulars that seemed to come in at least once a week.