Dive into Temptation [ManxBoy]

42. Immoral Asshole

A/N: Never meant for Adam to have a corruption arc... But it seems to be the way he's going... For now. Also, did all of you read Chapter 38: A Taste of Control? I noticed that it has had significantly less views and votes than the chapters published after.

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The virginity of my ass was worthless at this point. I had explored enough sexually, but never with anyone I truly cared for. So using Ryan to pop my cherry seemed reasonable. After all, he was a friend, and that had to count for something. But it was impossible with him avoiding more than just kisses. I needed to break him, push him past his guilt of betraying Rosie. I couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if Dominic ever had the same thoughts about me. For a fleeting moment, I understood his strangeness. But I was different from Dom. I wasn't going to actually force myself on Ryan, even though I knew he would enjoy it.

Since Dom nearly fucked me, I felt the need to take things further with Ryan, partly to spite Dom, maybe even to punish him for what he did. At this point, my innocence was already lost. There was nothing left of myself to cling onto, so I might as well embrace my sexuality. Dom had pushed his dick into me. Somewhat. And I didn't really want that to be my first experience. So, I decided to give it a try with Ryan.

We were in his bed, the day after I had finally received a blow job from him. Ryan was on the phone with Rosie on the opposite side of the bed, and I tried not to let annoyance creep in as she stole his attention. Casually, I extended my leg and placed my feet directly in his lap. Instantly, he fell silent, his eyes widening as he looked at me from across the bed.

"I gotta go," he said quickly, hanging up on her, and a satisfied smile spread across my face.

"Finally," I said, and he laughed, moving my feet aside to join me on my side of the bed.

"Were you bored over here by yourself?" His voice was light with a playful edge as he gently took my chin in his hand.

A subtle nod was all I managed before our lips collided. The world seemed to melt away with the tenderness of his kiss. Ryan's touch was always a mix of softness and strength, never feeling forceful. It was a stark, yet welcome contrast from Dominic's more aggressive style, and I was still getting used to the change. His kisses soon trailed from my lips to my cheek, then danced along my jawline to the sensitive skin of my neck, sending waves of desire through me. My fingers gripped his shirt, silently pleading for him to shed it since I was already shirtless. A part of me longed for him to play with my dick with the same passion as the night before, when his inhibitions were drowned in alcohol. But now I worried he might have more sense to stop me since we were both sober.

As Ryan broke away, his eyes roamed over me, filled with a mix of appreciation and desire.

"I can't get over this," he murmured, his gaze locked onto my shirtless form. He hovered there, his eyes wandering with the same curiosity and amazement as the first time he had explored my body.

"Get over what?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"That I can touch you, feel you... in any way I want," he confessed, the raw honesty in his words coloring my cheeks with a shy warmth. I averted my gaze, unable to hold the weight of the sincerity in his eyes.

I wanted to say I wished I could do the same, but refrained. Ryan was still bound to Rosie, his guilt preventing me from really exploring him as far as I wanted. His hand, however, seemed to have no such reservations, as it wandered across my chest, teasing a nipple into a sharp peak of arousal. Frustrated that I wasn't looking at him, Ryan's gentle grip on my chin redirected my face towards his.

"I've always thought you were stunning," he whispered, his intense stare making me uncomfortable. "And I'm so glad you feel the same as I do."

Fuck. The old familiar feeling of guilt that I had been pushing down started to resurface. Technically, I wasn't lying about my feelings since I had never explicitly expressed romantic feelings for him. If Ryan thought there was something between us, well that was on him for being delusional.