Immoral by Nicole Dykes

“Be honest with me.”I turn my head and look at Ry. He’s laying flat on his back on his bed, and I’m right next to him.

After our shower, we dried off but didn’t bother putting on any clothes before lying down.

“I’m always honest with you.” I brush my thumb over his cheek, taking him in. His jaw is as carved as the rest of him, but he has several days growth covering it now. His eyes are bright blue at the moment, although they definitely change with his mood, and his lips are puffy and pink. They might be my favorite thing.

“Grady. I’m serious. Are you really not freaking out right now?”

I sigh and drop my hand to my side, rolling to look up at the ceiling. “Fine. You know all the shit my father used to preach and how we would always laugh at him?”

He cringes, and rolls to his side when my head lolls to the side to look at him. “All that ‘God hates gays’ shit?”

I nod, my jaw clenching tight. “I never believed it. Not for a second. But . . .”

He eyes me cautiously, tucking his hand under his head and propping up on his elbow. I’m fascinated by the muscles of his bicep pulling tight and drag my finger over his skin absently. “But what?”

“I tried my best to piss him off. Always. Smoking. Drinking. Staying out late. Skipping church.”

“I remember.” His lips pull up in a sexy smile.

“Yeah.” I notice a tattoo on his right pec and let my fingers trail over the colorful art. “But I think in the back of my mind, I always knew . . .” I swallow tightly, not really proud of myself. “Kissing a guy would be the final straw with him.”

He winces, and I flatten my hand over his heart. “So, when we kissed . . .?” He waits for me to fill in the blank.

“I wanted it. One hundred percent, Ry. But . . .” I sigh and roll to my side to face him., “Maybe the next day . . .” I shake my head. “Maybe I would have freaked out too. Knowing it would really set my father off.”

He doesn’t look as pissed-off at my admission as I thought he’d be. Instead, his large hand moves to my face, and a look of understanding crosses his. “I was afraid of that. I remember the shit he’d say in church and when his congregation wasn’t around. I know what was pounded into your head day after day. Hell, my own parents thought the same shit.”

I cover his hand with mine, looking him straight in the eye. “I never, ever believed it.”

He smiles and nods slowly. “I know. I know your heart isn’t ugly, Grady, but I thought you’d freak out.”

“I may have, but I wouldn’t have hurt you, Ry.” My eyes drop to his full lips and then return to focus on his eyes. “Not on purpose.”

“But now?”

“Now, what?” I whisper against his mouth because I’m really done fucking talking.

His hand moves to my chest, and he holds me at bay. “Now, are you freaking out?”

“Hell, no. I don’t give a flying fuck what my father thinks. Not at all. I want nothing to do with him or any of the hate his so called ‘church’ spews.”

I brush my lips over his while his hand is still between us. “What about your career? My career?”

“That could be tricky,” I admit.

“What is this?” His voice is shaky.

“Always need a definition, huh, Ry?”

He nods, and I can’t stop staring at him. I’d be lying if I hadn’t noticed him before, but now that I’ve been this close to him and kissed him freely—I can’t stop staring. I don’t want to. “If there’s no definition, someone will get hurt.”

He’s afraid. Ryan Bailey is one tough motherfucker, but I can tell just how scared he is right now. Afraid I’ll hurt him.

“Okay.” I think it over and nip on his earlobe, pulling a deep growl from him, the sound going straight to my balls and making my already aching dick harder.

Jesus, it’s only been an hour since I last came, and I’m dying for another release.

My hand slides over his bare, firm ass, and I squeeze, pulling him closer to me. “No more fucking baristas.” My voice is husky and full of rocks, but I don’t care. I want to make this clear.

He groans and rolls his eyes. “I didn’t fuck the barista, asshole.”

“Well, no more anyone . . .” I nip his jaw, and he growls, rolling us over so his body is on top of mine. I like the weight of him pressing down on me. “Only me.”

His eyes search mine, and he gives a slight nod. “Only me.”

I grin. “I suppose.”

“Asshole.” He leans down, his tongue finding my nipple and making it hard as he flicks over it, and then the fucker bites it.

“Ow, you’re the asshole.” He chuckles, but then pops it into his mouth, sucking hard and making my hips thrust forward with need. Our cocks slide together, both leaking from the tip and supplying enough slickness for us to grind against each other.

“Fuck,” I gasp and pull his face down to mine, biting and sucking on his lower lip. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“Don’t come yet.”

“I’m no fucking chump.”

He chuckles again, his body sliding down as his tongue trails over my stomach, the tattoo on my hip, and then my inner thigh. Everywhere but where I desperately need him. “We have three weeks to explore. I’m going to go over every fucking inch of you.”

Holy shit. His mouth moves to my balls, sucking each one into his mouth, making me groan loudly, “Fuck, Ry. Don’t tease me.”

He releases my balls and grins up at me with a sureness I haven’t seen in him for a long time. “I’ve got you.” He moves to the head of my cock, covering it with his mouth and sucking it, his tongue moving over the tip.

“Fuck.”

I can feel the fucker smiling around my cock before he takes it deeper in his mouth. Opening his throat, he takes me deep like a fucking champ, bobbing up and down, making me lose my mind.

“Yes. Fuck, I’m close.” He pops off my dick, and I groan, looking down at him. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“How much do you trust me?”

“What?” I lean up on my elbows as he remains between my parted thighs. “So much. All the fucking trust. Why?”

He grins, slipping his finger into his mouth and wetting it, his spit sliding down the digit. “Because I’m going to make it really, really fucking good for you.”

His mouth takes my cock back deep into his throat before I feel the pad of his slick finger on my asshole. I clench tight, not sure I’m ready for that, but he doesn’t push in. He just teases as his mouth drives me fucking wild, and I relax slightly.

“Ry,” I moan softly, my fingers threading through his hair.

My hips start moving with his mouth as I come closer and closer to ecstasy. I watch him grind against the mattress, sucking me off while slowly pressing his finger inside my ass. It doesn’t hurt, maybe a little burn, but my focus is on his mouth as he tries to suck me dry.

When his finger is fully inside, he crooks it at an angle, hitting something inside me just fucking right, making my hips piston forward into his throat. He gags slightly, the rumble making my balls draw up tight. “Holy fucking shit. Do that again.”

I can feel him smiling, and he does it again. Pleasure zaps through me, up my spine and making my fucking toes curl.

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come, Ry.”

He only sucks harder as he ruts against the mattress.

“Fuuuuck.” I come hard, releasing into his mouth, and I feel him swallowing around my cock and sending me even further over the edge.

When I catch my breath, he moves up my body, his mouth crashing to mine. I moan into the kiss, tasting my salty release and not giving a fuck. It’s with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ. That’s what I’ve been missing? All this time?”

He smiles, and I look down when I feel something wet on my thigh. His dick is spent, and I realize he came while sucking me off.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot.” I kiss him harder and tuck his body beneath mine.

I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time not doing this.