The next afternoon, I found myself standing at Tyler’s front door.
Ryan’s text from earlier echoing in my mind:
“I’ll be home alone, come tomorrow afternoon.”
There was no mistaking the tone in his message.
The door swung open before I could knock, and there he was, leaning against the frame.
"Hey," he said, stepping back to let me in.
"Hey," I replied.
Ryan motioned toward the living room, where a half-empty cup of coffee and an open laptop sat on the table.
"Studying?" I asked, nodding toward the mess.
"Trying to," he said with a shrug, closing the laptop and pushing it aside. "But… I’ve had other things on my mind."
I sat down on the couch, and he followed.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like you," he said.
I stayed quiet, letting him continue.
"I’ve been thinking about you nonstop," he admitted, turning to look at me. His eyes were earnest, filled with a vulnerability that took me off guard. "I hate seeing you with Tyler. Every time you kiss him, every time he fucks you, it… it drives me crazy."
"Ryan," I started, unsure what to say, but he cut me off.
"I know it’s not fair," he said quickly. "You’re with him, not me. But I can’t help it. I wish I was the one you wanted. I wish I was your boyfriend instead of him."
Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. I kissed him back, my hand instinctively reaching up to cup his face.
The kiss deepened, his hands tangling in my shirt as he pressed closer. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine.
"I mean it," he murmured. "I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. And it kills me that Tyler doesn’t even realize how lucky he is."
"Ryan…" I started, but he silenced me with another kiss, this one more desperate, as if he was afraid of what I might say.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
“You don’t have to hide it, you know,” he murmured. “I saw how much you liked being watched yesterday.”
“Yes, I liked but I’d like it even more if you fucked me now.” I said.
We kissed again, our hands roaming freely. Mine slid beneath his shirt, exploring the smooth planes of his chest and stomach, while his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently to tilt my head back.
“Take this off,” I whispered, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He didn’t hesitate, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. I did the same.
Ryan’s hands were warm as they trailed down my chest, teasing my nipples until they hardened under his touch. I gasped, arching into his hand.
Then his lips were on me again, kissing and nipping at my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, sending waves of pleasure straight to my cock. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
“You like that?” he asked. I nodded frantically, unable to form words. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach until he reached the waistband of my pants. With agonizing slowness, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down, along with my undies to reveal how hard I was.
His eyes flicked up to mine as he knelt before me. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, his hands gripping my hips as he leaned in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of my cock. I groaned, my head falling back as he took me into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip before sinking down further.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him on, but he only pulled back slightly, looking up at me.
“Not yet,” he said, “I want to taste you.”
He kissed his way back up my body, his hands roaming everywhere they could reach, until our lips met again in a deep, lingering kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only made me want him more.
“Let’s go to Tyler’s room,” Ryan whispered against my lips. “I want to fuck you in the bed where he fucked you last night.”
God, he’s so dirty, I thought, but I loved it. I loved how unapologetically he wanted me.
“Fuck, Ryan,” I groaned. “You’re insane.”
He grinned. “And you love it.”
I couldn’t deny it. I followed him down the hall, my heart pounding as we stepped into Tyler’s bedroom. The memories of last night flooded back and now, here I was with Ryan, about to let him fuck me.
Ryan grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and handed it to me. “Lube me up,” he instructed, his gaze burning into mine. I obeyed, pouring a generous amount into my palm and wrapping my fingers around his length. He hissed through his teeth as I stroked him, coating him well before guiding him to push into me.
When I was ready, I got down on all fours, presenting myself to him. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking in the sight, and it only made me more eager. He climbed onto the bed behind me, his hands gripping my hips possessively.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I heard your moans for the first time,” he confessed, his voice low and strained. “Do you know how hard it was to watch you with him and not be able to touch you?”
I glanced back at him over my shoulder, biting my lip. “Then fuck me,” I whispered.
Ryan didn’t hesitate, he lined the thick tip of his cock against my asshole, he was bigger than Tyler and it was going to sting a bit, but I was going to love it. His hands tightened on my hips, and with a low groan, he pushed into me, his cock stretching me open in one slow, deliberate thrust. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I felt him fill me completely. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the most delicious way, making my body shudder with pleasure, my legs and thighs were shaking madly.
“You feel fucking incredible,” Ryan said, half groaning, half speaking. He pulled back slightly before slamming into me again, harder this time, forcing a choked moan from my throat. “So tight… so fucking slutty for me.”
I was. My mind spiraled as he started to move, his hips rolling against me, each thrust driving him deeper. I pressed my face into the mattress and lifted my ass up.
“God, Ryan,” I panted, arching my back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, it’s so hot… being fucked by you in Tyler’s bed… knowing you watched us… knowing how bad you wanted this…”
His grip on my hips tightened, and he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back. His lips found the shell of my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he growled, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how good you sounded when my brother fucked you. But you know what? This is better. So much fucking better. I’ll show you how much better I can fuck.”
I clenched around him instinctively, earning a sharp curse from Ryan. He adjusted his angle slightly, and suddenly, every thrust was hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. My breath hitched, and I cried out, unable to contain myself any longer.
“There! Oh, fuck, Ryan, right there!” I babbled, my voice breaking as pleasure overtook me. My cock throbbed between my legs, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets below. “You’re so deep… You’re gonna make me cum like this…”
He chuckled. “Do it. Cum for me, slut. Let me feel you lose control.”
My body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock buzzing harder and harder. It was unbearable. And then, with a broken cry, I came.
Ropes of cum shot from my cock, splattering against the sheets beneath me. My entire body convulsed with the force of it, my ass clenching around Ryan’s cock as I rode out the wave of ecstasy. He groaned loudly.
“Fuck, yeah… take it… take all of my cock,” he grunted, pounding into me with relentless force.
My hole fluttered around him, greedy and needy, urging him to finish.
But he pulled out instead. He was breathless as he pushed me onto my back and climbed over me again.
He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a kiss. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. His tongue swept against mine.
His knees pressed between my thighs, spreading them wider. Ryan reached between us, positioning himself, and then he was pushing into me, slow and deliberate, trying to make himself last long.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, wanting more. Ryan groaned, his hips rolling against mine, and then he was moving.
Ryan’s mouth found mine again, silencing my whimpers and moans with hungry kisses as his hips moved faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, echoing in my ears, and I desperately hoped Tyler wouldn’t walk in and catch us like this.
But even the thought of getting caught sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through me. Ryan’s hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place as he drove into me with abandon.
“Mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped, my nails scraping down his back. “All yours.”
He groaned, his pace faltering for a moment before he redoubled his efforts. I clung to him, my legs tightening around his waist as I felt myself moving on the edge again, every muscle in my body coiled tight.
“Ryan—” I managed to choke out, my voice breaking on his name.
“Cum for me,” he said. “Now.”
And just like that, I came again, my orgasm crashing over me with brutal intensity. My vision whited out, my ass convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wracked me from head to toe.
Ryan followed me over the edge moments later, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep inside me, his hot cum making my ass feel relaxed.
Ryan’s weight pressed me into the mattress, grounding me, and I felt boneless.
His lips brushed against my neck and he said. “I’ll be soon returning to college now, but whenever I’ll come back, it won't be because of Tyler but because of you.”
I held him close and kissed him, “And I’ll be waiting for you, and every time Tyler will fuck me, I’ll remember how you’d fucked me.”
