I reached the top of his sleep pants, fingers pressing hard into the skin, slipping just inside over the top of his ass. His knuckles were white as he gripped the bar, and his nipples were hard. I thought about dragging it out even further, but I wanted more from him.
I pushed my hand inside the waistband, palm flat against his ass, squeezing one cheek roughly. The smallest of groans dropped from his mouth, and I grinned to myself. A vocal Ryan was certainly one of my favorite kinds of Ryan.
“This is nice.” I squeezed him again. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes,” he said, voice rough.
“Use the bar. Pull yourself up higher so I can pull your pants down.”
He moved quickly, rising to his knees, biceps flexing until his back was ramrod straight. He didn’t let go, which was good. I was still standing next to the bed, and I could see the swell of his ass and that he was hard, probably almost painfully so.
I thought about gripping his dick through the sleep pants but decided against it. I wanted to leave his cock alone, just to see how long it would take for him to beg me to touch it.
Instead I reached over and tugged at the waistband of the sleep pants, pulling it up and over his dick, which slapped up against his stomach before it bobbed out in front of him. He gasped at the cool air against his heated skin, but I ignored it. I pushed the pants down until they were at his knees. He tried to lift his legs to kick them off, but I pushed back against his calves, holding them down against the bed.
“Leave them,” I said. “For now.”
He nodded, taking in another deep breath.
“Lean forward again. Don’t let go of the bars.”
He went lax, head bowed, shoulders sagging. He spread his legs a little wider. His back curved slightly, pushing his ass out farther, which was exactly what I was going for.
Without looking away from him, knowing he could feel my gaze along his skin, I toed off my boots and socks and kicked them to the side. I pressed my hands against the globes of his ass, squeezing again, pressing them together before I pulled them apart. He hissed under his breath, trying to stay as quiet as he could. It was a game to him, seeing how long he could stay silent. He never lasted very long.
I dropped to my knees behind him, settling down until his ass was level with my face. I stayed close, my breath on his skin. “You okay?” I asked, not hiding the smirk in my voice.
“Fine,” he said through what sounded like gritted teeth.
“That’s good,” I said. “Just checking in.”
“You don’t need to—”
I slapped his ass, the sound of it flat and low in the room. He gasped slightly and pulled himself up against the bars. It hadn’t been hard; my palm stung only a little. But it had surprised him, and he whimpered quietly, trying to swallow it back down.
“You holding on to that bar?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said hoarsely.
“Good. Spread your knees as wide as you can.”
“I did. If I could just take off these—”
“Ryan. Wider.”
He did. His thighs were trembling.
I didn’t give him much time to react. I grabbed his ass again, spreading it wide, and licked from his taint up to his hole to the top of his crack with the flat of my tongue, making sure to get him nice and wet. He moaned as his back bowed, hands tightening on the bars. I smiled against his skin before I licked him again, pressing my tongue against his asshole. I breathed through my mouth, hot breath fanning against him, nose on his skin, saliva spreading on my chin. I moved my hands to the sides of his hips, holding him in place so he couldn’t jerk away from me as I moved my tongue.
He said my name in that low voice of his, that voice he got when he was turned-on more than he’d thought he’d be. He’d bathed at some point while I’d been busy with Kevin and the others, his skin tasting like the soap Mama kept in all the bathrooms. It wasn’t my favorite, but there was still the hint of Ryan underneath the flowery notes, and I chased after it, pressing my face harder against him, pushing my tongue inside him. He squirmed, trying to pull away and push himself closer as I fucked him with my mouth.
I reached around his front, the back of my hand brushing the underside of his cock, but I ignored it, instead circling his balls until I got a good grip. I tugged on them, pulling them down, feeling his cock bob above my hand. The noise he made at the pleasurepain made me pull on his balls just a little bit harder, making sure I wasn’t squeezing too tightly, but enough that he’d feel it in the pit of his stomach.
I pulled my face away from his asshole, resting my forehead on the small of his back, fondling him. “So good for me,” I said, making sure my voice was loud enough that he could hear. “You’re doing so well, Ryan. I love it when you’re like this.”
“Sam,” he said, sounding a little broken. “I need—I want….”
“What do you need?”
“More,” he whispered. “I want more.”
“I could open you up some more.”
He tensed at that. “No,” he said quickly.
“No? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” he said, hands flexing on the bars.
“You sound sure about that.”
“I am. I want to feel it, Sam. Please let me feel it.”
I leaned forward and licked his asshole again, just to hear him keen a little more. “You touch yourself before I got here?”
He tensed. “I didn’t—”
“Ryan.”
“A little. Just to stretch myself.”
“I thought so. Thinking about that dildo?”
“No,” he said. “Thinking about you.”
My smile widened, and I let go of his balls to grab his cock and give it a dry pull. He grunted, sounding like he’d been punched in the gut as he thrust his hips forward, trying to fuck my fist. I let him do it once, twice, before I tightened my other hand on his hip, holding him in place. He stilled, but I could feel him twitching, like he was barely able to stop himself.
“You want it?” I asked, pressing my nose to the cleft of his ass. “You want me to fuck you with the dildo? Or do you want my cock?”
“You said we could do both,” he said, sounding like he was pouting.
“I did say that, didn’t I? But we can’t start with both.”
“You,” he panted as I jacked him off. “You first.”
“I don’t know,” I said, sounding unconvinced. “You said the dildo was bigger than me. It’d probably be better if we used it first. Getting you nice and open so we don’t crush my dick.”
“Fine,” he said. “Great. That. I’m okay with that.”
I slapped his ass again, just to see it bounce. He yelped and tried to pull himself away, which only caused him to fuck my fist again.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Yes. That’s the plan. I need you to listen to me, Ryan. Are you listening?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I kissed the mark I’d left on his ass. “That’s real good. I want you to push the bars back against the wall. Once they’re in place, you need to decide if you will be on your knees with your face down and biting the pillow, or if you’ll be on your back and letting me see everything that happens to you. You have a minute to decide.”
He muttered something under his breath that didn’t necessarily sound like he was giving a compliment.
“What was that?” I asked sharply.
He sighed. “I said okay.”