It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him with his shirt off numerous times before, but even then I had to urge myself to avoid staring for too long. Now, I was allowed to look and, I couldn't stop.
He must’ve noticed because I heard him laugh, causing me to glance up at him.
His smile made my cheeks heat in a blush, and I crossed my arms over my own body in embarrassment.
“Ry, it's not a big deal.” He chuckled again. “You can look. I mean, I'm definitely looking.” He grinned as his eyes moved over me again.
There was a time when his innocent flirting gave me hope that he might have felt something. That illusion faded over time though.
I scrunched my nose up at him in a playful glare. He laughed, before moving to close the space between us.
I always envied how calm and collected he always seemed, how he could joke his way out of any serious situation.
When he finally reached me, he pressed me up against his bare chest so tightly that I knew he could feel my heart racing, and I swear I felt the thud of his own against me.
“Don’t be nervous.” He reassured me. “You can trust me. I’ll go slow, and we can stop anytime you want.”
I looked up at him and took a deep breath to steady myself. Then as he smiled, I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss me again.
He started walking me back towards the bed, the second my lips touched his. Then I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs, forcing me to sit down, and breaking me away from our kiss.
“Are you going to be able to…?” I trailed off, embarrassed to even ask him.
He started moving over me, forcing me to lay back against the bed.
“To what?” He eyed me curiously.
“You know, get… hard.” I blushed.
He had me on my back now, hovering over me.
He chuckled. “Ry, that isn't an issue.”
I glanced down between us as he pressed the proof up against my leg and I felt my face flush.
“Oh…” Was all I could manage before I caught his attention lingering on my chest.
“Can I touch you?” He asked, when I caught him staring.
I nodded nervously.
His fingertips reached out and lightly brushed circles around one of my nipples until my back arched up off the bed and I whimpered.
“Damn, Ry.” His voice sounded different, tense even, and I liked it. “Can I taste one?” He asked, watching me intently.
All I could manage was another nod, and a split second later I felt his tongue repeating the same pattern his fingertips had just started.
I sucked in a sharp breath and let it out in a heavy pant as I felt heat pooling between my legs. He pulled back and stared down at me before his fingertips started on the next one.
“Do you like it?” He asked, leaning down and letting his tongue mimic its course of action on the next one.
“Yessss.” I murmured softly, trying to keep what little control I had left.
He sat back up, smiling down at me. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you.”
The second he said it, he swallowed nervously. As if, the thought was meant to remain private.
I let his words linger in my thoughts as his hand trailed down the middle of my chest and then lightly across my stomach before it came to a stop near the top of my panties.
“Can I touch you, here?” He asked as his hand moved to hover over the top of the fabric that separated us.
“Please...” I whined.
The warmth of his hand collided with the heat that was already consuming me, and I moaned as he started rubbing against me in gentle circles.
“Oh my god, Ty.” I hummed, as the build up sent pleasure I wasn’t used to, rippling through my body.
“Fuck, Ry. I want to feel how wet you are, can I?” He asked in a broken voice.
I nodded and he started gliding his fingers up and down along the fabric between my legs. I twisted in the sheets, stifling my moans the best I could. Then I watched as he slowly started pulling my panties down my legs, dropping them on the floor next to us.
I felt his hand find it’s way back to me, trailing up the side of my body. Then, when he reached my waist, I felt his hand move back down between my legs again.
Except this time, nothing separated us.
I tilted my head back, and gasped. My hand reaching out to steady myself as I grasped his arm.
“Ry, you look so hot right now.” He admitted in a shaky breath as he pressed the palm of his hand firmly against me again and rubbed.
I clenched my eyes shut to focus on the way it felt, the way he felt.
Then, I whimpered at his words.
I wanted him to want me, so badly, that hearing him admit I was affecting him, in anyway, had my hips shifting off the bed to greet his hand.
He stopped and I thought it was something I’d done wrong. I whined in disapproval.
However, instead of his absence, I felt his fingers slip past the soft lips that rested between my legs. Instantly, I felt them brush over a spot that, before him, had only been touched by me.
“Ty, oh my god.” I instinctively raised my hips up towards his hand again.
“You’re so wet.” He breathed in a deep groan of approval.
I’d never heard his voice so deep and raspy, and it impacted me instantly.
I whimpered, “Ty, please...”
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