“Learning takes time, and we have time.” His jaw was clenched, and he drove himself deeper, closing his eyes. He moaned with each thrust, releasing the frenzy he needed to find release, and I matched him, body shuddering with delicious aftershocks.

Pushing my hands into the couch, he came. I felt him jerk inside me, slowing his rhythm so he could look down at where we were connected. Ry pulled back, keeping only the tip of his cock inside me. I watched his abs flex and ease as the orgasm washed over him and felt the warmth of his cum seeping around his shaft and out of me.

When his eyes opened, they burned. That same mix of lust and awe. But playfulness too. Sharp and dangerous. Rylan was a wildcard. I wasn’t ever sure what side of him I was going to see, and I loved it. I knew no matter how long I was around him, I would never be bored.

“Why did you start sucking my cock?”

I blinked, still in a daze of warmth and the shimmering remnants of orgasm. “What?”

“Why? It was so sudden.”

“I don’t know. I just had to—like a craving.”

He smiled. “For the taste of me?”

“Yes.”

My wrists were still held under his hands. Between our bodies, he pulled the rest of the way out of me, allowing the flood of his cum to rush out. But his other hand was there to catch it. Oh, fuck.

“I didn’t give you what you needed.” He lifted his hand, dripping with both him and me. “Taste me, then.”

Rylan’s fingers slid over my lips and tongue, feeding me pure sugar. Pleasure spiked through me along with the heady taste of strawberries. The nearly too-sharp taste of lemons. The deeper flavor of him that represented the grassy shine of summer. I loved all of it, and the craving I had eased.

Not before another orgasm broke over me. Deep, quaking, and all consuming. The relief of getting exactly what you wanted and needed.

Once more he dipped his fingers inside me, collecting more of his cum and letting it fall between my lips. Yes. One final time, he covered himself in cum, this time with his cock. Dragging himself along my entrance and coating himself before moving up, still keeping my hands prisoner, and allowing me to clean him.

I savored the last drops, both of us easing as the feral need went out of me, and he released my hands and his normal, playful grin appeared. “That was fun.”

“I think I ruined your couch.”

“Couches can be cleaned,” he said with a shrug. “I will gladly trade what just happened for a couple of couch cushions.”

“I don’t know what happened. It was so sudden, I needed it.”

Ry pulled me up and settled me so I straddled his lap again. This time he wasn’t inside me. “Are you embarrassed?”