Neutral Zone Trap - Bianca Sommerland Page 0,13

sex involved.

He tugged at Braxton’s wrist until the young man stood, then pulled him into his lap. With Braxton straddling him it was easier to focus on the moment and toss aside the idea of stealing more time. He couldn’t afford to let the man get attached. He was already slipping himself and that would lead nowhere good.

Thankfully, Braxton being a brat gave him the perfect excuse to shift the topic back to why he was here. With the weight of the young man on his thighs, he let his hands curve around that sweet ass he still hadn’t gotten enough of.

“Your memory is fuzzy, is it?” Ryan slid his fingers between Braxton’s cheeks, then pressed them to the hole that was still slick from all the lube he’d used. He pressed two fingers in, curving them as Braxton let out a throaty moan. “Does this help?”

Braxton shuddered, his hot dick pressing against Ryan’s stomach through the part in his robe. “It really does.”

“Good. But I don’t like to waste things. Finish your beer.” Ryan eased his fingers languorously in and out, pleased that Braxton didn’t question him and shakily brought his beer to his lips. This wasn’t about getting the man drunk, he hadn’t had enough to feel more than relaxed. But he’d learn not to rush the moment. “You’re not pretending for anyone now. You’re simply here for me to play with. And I want to fuck you again.”

“Yes please.” Braxton rested his head on Ryan’s shoulder, breathing hard. “Do you want me to ride your dick, because I can do that. I want to.”

The sweet way he asked shredded the last bit of control Ryan had. His dick throbbed as he imagined how fucking good it would be to just give in and fill that sweet ass, but he wasn’t so far gone he forgot using protection.

Between his regular blood tests and the ones Braxton likely had as a pro athlete, it likely wasn’t needed, but that wasn’t an example he wanted to set. Not when he had no intention of keeping the young man.

Damn it.

“Go to my room and grab some condoms.” Ryan’s breaths came a little easier when Braxton pushed away from him and hurried off. They were on the same page.

He just had to stick to the plan. Fuck and forget. It shouldn’t be this difficult.

But when Braxton returned, kneeling between his thighs and giving him a look that might as well have been him asking ‘May I, Sir?’, it got harder to simply nod. To not see exactly what he was letting go by limiting this to one night.

Condom covering his dick, Ryan drew Braxton up over him, hands on Braxton’s thighs as the young man positioned himself and eased down. He’d added more lube, making Ryan’s dick slide into him faster than he’d intended, but when Braxton began to move, all he could do was lose himself in the other man’s body.

“Fuck, that’s nice.” He wrapped his arms around Braxton’s waist when he tried to find a fast rhythm. “But slow down. Let me enjoy you.”

“Are you?” Braxton’s voice hitched as he caught his breath and brought his lips to Ryan’s. “Because I want everything. You’re giving me one night and it won’t be enough.”

Curving his hand around the back of Braxton’s neck, he held the younger man’s gaze. “It will be.” He lifted Braxton by the hips and thrust up into him. “Stay with me. Right here. Feel what I’m doing to you. Take what I’m willing to give.”

The position was too intimate. He kissed Braxton again, saw the tenderness in his eyes, and knew he had to regain control before he did real damage. Pleasure was one thing. He could give Braxton that. But he was crossing into dangerous territory.

Shoving his chair back he rose, still inside Braxton, and laid him over the table. He curved one hand around the nape of Braxton’s neck and held him down as he fucked him, using his free hand to jerk Braxton off. He came as Braxton did, giving in to the pulsing grip around his dick.

Drawing away, he resisted the urge to hold Braxton, simply supporting him with a hand under his elbow until Braxton slumped into his seat. This had to be it. The way Braxton had spoken when Ryan had been deep inside him proved how bad the young man was at separating his emotions from sex. Which didn’t have to be a bad thing.

Except with Ryan.

Still, he couldn’t send