Body and Soul (Vanguard Towers #3) - Aiden Bates Page 0,58

time so I’ll take this as an RSVP ‘no’ for lunch…”

“Hunter. Wait.” Ry walked over as he buttoned his cuffs. “We’re good?”

Hunter slapped his back and squeezed my shoulder. He looked between the two of us, then back to his partner. “Yeah. We’re good.”

He motioned to Derek and Seb and the three of them slipped out of the apartment. Seb turned back to twinkle his fingers at us as he left, and winked before he pulled the door shut.

I was alone with Ry. And the rock in my throat.

He watched the door shut, then closed the gap between us. I put on a smile and tugged at the open top button of his shirt while he gazed at me with concern.

“What’s wrong, Brax?”

Ry smoothed his hands over my shoulders and a trickle of tension melted away. Just enough to make my smile a little more authentic.

“Nothing…” I wriggled my fingers into his shirt.

The truth was my chest ached when I thought about the way we were just having sex. Just casual. However long it was until I was ‘ready’ to be in a relationship with someone like Ry was too long. I wanted him now. I wanted to at least have the option to think about it.

But I sure as hell wasn’t going to say it out loud and scare him off.

He pressed his hand against mine and held my palm against his chest. His heart beat into my palm and I wondered if it ever got all twisted up like mine did when I thought about him.

“Do you want to talk about Hunter?” He was always so damn thoughtful.

“Mm-mm. Nope.” I slid my other hand over his crotch and felt him immediately swell. “My brothers are the last thing I want to think about right now.”

He growled softly and his dick hardened even thicker in my hand. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine when I thought about him stretching me wide open with his thickness right there in my studio.

“What do you want to think about”—he leaned down to nip at my neck—“right now?”

I whined and arched my head back to give him more skin to kiss. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Mm. We can clear out your mind.”

Ry pecked down his way along my collarbone. My nipples hardened and my body burned with desire, so hot that it didn’t matter when he slowly took off my shirt and wriggled me out of my pants. Even my cold apartment felt warm when he was putting me into subspace, leading me into the strange dreamy trance I fell into when he took control.

It was safe, warm and grounded. And it felt better and better every time he took me there, compounded by the fact I was falling for him. Or, maybe, had fallen for him. So when he silently stripped out of his clothes and led me toward the stool in the middle of the studio, I already felt high and completely surrendered to him.

He took a seat and gently, wordlessly, lowered me to my knees by pressing down on my shoulders. Over the last few weeks, we’d found a rhythm for my submission. My job was to be quiet and obedient. Unless there was a reason to say ‘cliche’ or ‘sway’ - and the latter came up way more often than the former - then I was to remain silent and do as Ryland said.

I loved it. It was everything I’d ever wanted. My mind was clear and quiet. I dropped to my knees and the world came into sharp focus.

“Good. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it nice and slow.” Ryland’s voice was thick and resonant, and in the quiet of my body, I felt it rumble deep in my chest.

I did as I was told and stretched my lips around his thick cock. As soon as the warm head hit my tongue, my eyes fluttered shut and I moaned. I felt like I was where I was supposed to be, pleasing this perfect man I adored.

He grabbed the back of my head and eased me down to take more of his cock. Being guided was gentle and sweet—nothing Ry did ever felt too rough. I was the one always begging for him to give it to me harder, but I truly adored these first moments of our blowjobs where he showed me just how slowly he wanted me to slurp on his monstrously big dick.

I worked his cock just how he liked it, and felt a thrill