Ryden | 30 Day Challenge

Day Three - First Time

It's been a year and three months and somehow we had ended up here; my hands on Ryan's neck and face as his arms are wrapped around me. Our kiss is passionate and loving, so familiar to how we usually kiss but there's something about it that's just, different. My eyes open before fluttering back closed after feeling Ryan's tongue run across my lip and the corners of my mouth turn upwards, eventually granting entrance to my boyfriend and loving the feeling of the warmth of his tongue battling with mine.

After a while I pull away to breathe, I open my eyes and look at him, smiling

"I love you so much Ryan." He beamed back at me and kissed me softly before I move down from his lips to his jawline and begin to kiss him there earning a his hands to fly up to the back of my head and tug on my hair a little as his breath hitches

"B-Brendon..." A grin is plastered onto my face, my mouth still working over his soft skin slowly moving down to reach his slender neck. I was desperate; searching for his sweet spot that after a few minutes was introduced with a high pitched squeak followed by a moan and I began to suck gently, opening my eyes to look up at Ryan's face. His mouth was slightly open and head tilted back, his eyes were closed and his hands were on me and his only physical movement was the occasional moan erupting from his lips. I decide to try and get his attention and nip at his neck lightly, not enough to hurt him, his bright eyes peel open

"Fuck, Bren," His voice is shaking slightly and his eyes are becoming dark "Please just-" The sentence stops and his long fingers slip to the bottom of my shirt tugging on it, my only response to bite my lip and pull away from his neck and let him take the shirt from over my head, his hands resting over my chest for a second after discarding the clothes and I grab the back of his shirt, throwing it aimlessly onto the ground. My eyes wander onto his pale skin and focus onto it, and the beautiful purple smudge of a now forming bruise over his neck; I feel my words being stuttered as they're falling from my mouth in a murmur

"Man, you look-" was all I could get out before I was interrupted by

"Yeah, you too." I shuffled backwards on the bed as I felt Ryan pressing down my torso and kissing it gently before coming to a stop above my jeans and looking up with his eyes darker, but still sparkling.

"Do you wanna..?" This was along with a few head gestures and looking down at the waistband of my jeans and back up again before I was quickly nodding, a lump forming in my throat.

Ryan stood up off of the bed and unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down his legs and I couldn't take my eyes away from him and how perfect he looked, and how much I needed this to go further. Soon enough Ryan was kneeling back on the bed and was fumbling with the button of my jeans and taking mine off so the only things between us were the fabric of our boxers. He crawled up my body again, exchanging another kiss, more need and desperation laced through; our lips were fitting together between the breaths in pattern, our tongues dancing in our mouths. I felt restraint as my bulge was growing between us and I started to push against Ryan in small, incompetent movements until I was grinding up into Ryan's hips and the both of us were moaning at the friction it was creating. This feeling was becoming too much as I pulled Ryan away from my mouth and bit my lip as my cheeks burned with lust

"Ryan," My voice was thick and heavy "Just carry on, please."

Ryan smirked with that stupid dumb face of his as he slowly found his way back down my body he was tickling the skin above my waistband and kissing it lightly. I was staring down at him with my mouth agape, breathing lowly. Eventually his teeth found his way to, or at least attempt, pull down my boxers; before his hands pulled them down the rest of my legs and I couldn't help but growl at the feeling of being free of the fabric that was containing me. Ryan's long fingers wrapped around me and I whimpered, propping myself up on my elbows to watch as he moved his hand rhythmically up and down.