I could never pick a favorite, or hottest or most emotional ryden sex scene, but the sex in this chapter is amazing. nnrgh
excerpt: “Ryan,” he chokes out like he can’t speak properly. I press my lips against his jaw, still trying to pull myself together. He doesn’t know how good he feels around me. Brendon’s fingers dig into the skin of my lower back, and he moves his hips slightly, willing me to move. “Ryan,” he repeats, more urgently now. I love the way he says my name. I suck his earlobe, and Brendon whines.
I lift my upper body slightly, letting my lips briefly graze his. I move to place both of his legs on my shoulders, and my cock instantly sinks in deeper. He cries out, his muscles clenching around my cock. I kiss the inside of his ankle before I finally start to fuck him. Brendon’s hands fist around the sheets, and he bites on his bottom lip. I wish he didn’t because I want to hear him. But he is loud, louder than he is when he fucks me. And I go hard, pounding into him. It’s hurting him, I can tell from the way he loses his breath and momentarily lets a pained look form on his face. And I should stop and ask if he is okay with this, but I don’t. He feels incredible. Brendon is lifting his hips off the mattress to get more of my cock, moaning. We both love this just as much.
I can hear the sound of my hips hitting the backs of his thighs with each trust. Brendon throws his head back into the pillow, moaning so loud that if the Sigmas didn’t know we were fucking already, they would be figuring it out right about now. God, he is gorgeous.
“Harder,” Brendon groans. He looks at me through half-lidded eyes, biting on his swollen bottom lip. His hair is a mess, and I realise that this is what Brendon looks like when he is getting his brains fucked out.
I change the position slightly, keeping one of his legs on my shoulder and moving the other to curl around my waist. It helps me lean down more, a bit closer to Brendon. It’s still not close enough to kiss him, but it’s closer. My cock slides in deep, and I keep my hips moving at a fast, constant speed.
Brendon is far gone, gasping every time my cock pushes in him. He calls out my name breathlessly, reaching for the hand I’ve got on his shoulder and moving it to his leaking cock. He opens his eyes to give me a pleading look, and I can’t not give him what he wants. I wrap my fingers around his throbbing erection, his pre-come slicking the movements of my hand. I want to kiss the moan on his lips, kiss the way he says my name when I fuck him into the mattress. I hastily move the leg still on my shoulder to wrap around my waist. I lean down to fuck my tongue into his hot mouth as I jerk him off. To my surprise, Brendon comes the second I push into him again.
“Ryan,” he gasps against my lips. We both come to a sudden stop as his come spurts on my hand, and Brendon thrusts against me. His muscles clench around my cock so fucking tight that the air escapes my lungs.
“Fuck. Fuck, Brendon,” I moan with my eyes closed and lips pressed to his as he shakes beneath me. I can feel the sweat rolling down my neck as I breathe him in. My hips jerk sporadically through his aftershocks, plunging into the tight heat around my erection. Brendon’s body relaxes under mine, and he gasps for breath.
When I keep still, Brendon moves his hands to my hips, pulling me towards him. “Uh, keep, keep going,” he mumbles against my lips. “God, fuck me, Ry.”
“Jesus,” I whisper and instantly do as he wants. I never thought Brendon would be like this, that he’d just… god, let me fuck him like this, ask me to take him like this. I start a rhythm again, and Brendon’s just come, but he moves against me, groaning every time I slam into him. He moans encouragements, and my hands slide up his arms to his wrists, pinning them above his head. I have a bruising hold of his wrists as I start fucking him fast and hard. My forehead presses against his collarbone, my lips grazing his sweat slicked skin. I never want this dirty fucking to end.
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“Ryan,” he chokes out like he can’t speak properly. I press my lips against his jaw, still trying to pull myself together. He doesn’t know how good he feels around me. Brendon’s fingers dig into the skin of my lower back, and he moves his hips slightly, willing me to move. “Ryan,” he repeats, more urgently now. I love the way he says my name. I suck his earlobe, and Brendon whines.
I lift my upper body slightly, letting my lips briefly graze his. I move to place both of his legs on my shoulders, and my cock instantly sinks in deeper. He cries out, his muscles clenching around my cock. I kiss the inside of his ankle before I finally start to fuck him. Brendon’s hands fist around the sheets, and he bites on his bottom lip. I wish he didn’t because I want to hear him. But he is loud, louder than he is when he fucks me. And I go hard, pounding into him. It’s hurting him, I can tell from the way he loses his breath and momentarily lets a pained look form on his face. And I should stop and ask if he is okay with this, but I don’t. He feels incredible. Brendon is lifting his hips off the mattress to get more of my cock, moaning. We both love this just as much.
I can hear the sound of my hips hitting the backs of his thighs with each trust. Brendon throws his head back into the pillow, moaning so loud that if the Sigmas didn’t know we were fucking already, they would be figuring it out right about now. God, he is gorgeous.
“Harder,” Brendon groans. He looks at me through half-lidded eyes, biting on his swollen bottom lip. His hair is a mess, and I realise that this is what Brendon looks like when he is getting his brains fucked out.
I change the position slightly, keeping one of his legs on my shoulder and moving the other to curl around my waist. It helps me lean down more, a bit closer to Brendon. It’s still not close enough to kiss him, but it’s closer. My cock slides in deep, and I keep my hips moving at a fast, constant speed.
Brendon is far gone, gasping every time my cock pushes in him. He calls out my name breathlessly, reaching for the hand I’ve got on his shoulder and moving it to his leaking cock. He opens his eyes to give me a pleading look, and I can’t not give him what he wants. I wrap my fingers around his throbbing erection, his pre-come slicking the movements of my hand. I want to kiss the moan on his lips, kiss the way he says my name when I fuck him into the mattress. I hastily move the leg still on my shoulder to wrap around my waist. I lean down to fuck my tongue into his hot mouth as I jerk him off. To my surprise, Brendon comes the second I push into him again.
“Ryan,” he gasps against my lips. We both come to a sudden stop as his come spurts on my hand, and Brendon thrusts against me. His muscles clench around my cock so fucking tight that the air escapes my lungs.
“Fuck. Fuck, Brendon,” I moan with my eyes closed and lips pressed to his as he shakes beneath me. I can feel the sweat rolling down my neck as I breathe him in. My hips jerk sporadically through his aftershocks, plunging into the tight heat around my erection. Brendon’s body relaxes under mine, and he gasps for breath.
When I keep still, Brendon moves his hands to my hips, pulling me towards him. “Uh, keep, keep going,” he mumbles against my lips. “God, fuck me, Ry.”
“Jesus,” I whisper and instantly do as he wants. I never thought Brendon would be like this, that he’d just… god, let me fuck him like this, ask me to take him like this. I start a rhythm again, and Brendon’s just come, but he moves against me, groaning every time I slam into him. He moans encouragements, and my hands slide up his arms to his wrists, pinning them above his head. I have a bruising hold of his wrists as I start fucking him fast and hard. My forehead presses against his collarbone, my lips grazing his sweat slicked skin. I never want this dirty fucking to end.