unhealthy ryden

hurricane

SMUT WARNING

My plan worked. After school I headed over to Ryan's, when I told my mom I'd be at Mike's. Mike said he'd cover up for me in case she were to call or something. I knew she probably wouldn't, but just to be safe. If I was ever caught with Ryan, I'd be dead.

When I get to Ryan's, I take a deep breath before knocking on the front door. I couldn't tell if I was nervous because of my mom finding out, or because I was seeing Ryan. Most likely both. Getting ready to see Ryan alone made me nervous as hell, so worrying about my mom only made it worse. But the moment I see him as he opens the front door, all my worrying and anxiety goes away.

He looks amazing as always. I swear he gets more handsome each time I see him. He's wearing grey sweatpants, so I can see him a little bit down there. I try not to look as I come inside. The way he hugged me was different. He inhaled my scent, a lot more than usual. When he wrapped his arms around me, he put his hand under my shirt, and slowly rubbed my back. Was he trying to be sexual with me? Or turn me on? If so, it worked. I felt my cock twitch as he kissed me harder, and longer than usual. Was he finally ready?

"Shall we?"

He smiles at me while he says this and takes my hand, and leads me upstairs. On the way up I couldn't help but breathe in the air. The scent of his house felt like home. I could never tell what the scent was, but it was good, and it smelt clean. Ryan on the other hand, didn't smell amazing, but didn't smell bad. He had his own scent, which I loved either way. I got used to it quickly when we were around each other a lot, but now each time I see him, it's like we're meeting for the first time all over again. My body needs to get used to him.

We get to his room and he shuts the door and locks it. Holy shit. I get all excited. Is he finally ready? Are we going to do this today? Am I getting the right signals? Maybe I should let him initiate. I kept thinking all these thoughts to myself, and I guess you could tell I was thinking a lot.

"What are you thinking about Bren?"

I'm sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall. He sits right next to me and leans against the wall on his side so he can look at me. I look down at him, admiring his face. One of his best features was his nose. My god, it was perfect. The perfect button nose. The kind of nose you show to your plastic surgeon. I couldn't tell him what I was really thinking about, so I just told him the next best thing.

"Thinking about how perfect your nose is."

He blushes and puts his hand over his nose, feeling the bridge. He shakes his head.

"Hell no. You have the most perfect nose."

"We could go on about this for hours."

He smiles and nods. He licks his lips as he looks up and down my body. All I wanted to do was to grab him and kiss him. To fuck him gently. But I had to wait until he made a move. I had to be so careful with him. The only vibes I was getting from him were sexual. I couldn't help it. I played it safe and started kissing him, just to see what he would do.

When I kiss him, I start off slow and gentle. I knew kissing him was okay, as we did all the time. But now I felt nervous. Nervous to make a mistake. As soon as our lips touch, he pulls me closer aggressively. As our make out intensifies, he lays himself down on the bed, spreading his legs, allowing me to get in between them. I follow, and slowly grind my hips against his cock, getting him hard. When I felt the heat coming from his crotch, I start kissing down his neck, sucking a little bit to leave my mark. He let out a breathless moan when I start grinding a little harder. He pulls away from our kiss and looks me right in the eyes. His mouth is open from trying to catch his breath. He takes his hands and puts them on my ass, pushing my hips closer to him, making me grind even harder.