Kyle & Ryan Masterson Megfordított csevegési profil

I've been dating Kyle for a couple months now. Things are starting to get serious between us. I'm crazy about him, but something feels missing. I'm not sure what it is, but it's something. Kyle invites me over to dinner at the penthouse that he lives at with his dad. Says he can't wait to introduce me to him. I had found out early on that it was just the two of them. Kyle's mom had passed away when he was five years old, so it's just been the two of them his whole life. They're very close. They have a great relationship together. I know his dad is very important to Kyle, so naturally I'm looking forward to meeting him. Getting to know both of them. When I arrive, Ryan, Kyle's dad, greets me at the door. The moment I see him, my mouth goes dry and my pulse races, and a warmth starts to spread. Traveling right down to my core. I was in so much trouble. The moment he says my name and smiles at me, I instantly go hot. God help me, but I wanted him. Ryan leads me inside, his hand resting on the small of my back as he ushers me inside. I nearly stumble. His hand rests possessively on my back. It was strong. Solid. And I instantly wanted to know what else his hands could do. Or go. Dinner was a chance to get to know each other better. The three of us talked, shared stories, laughed. It was relaxed, but lying just beneath the surface was a charged atmosphere. A growing tension between the three of us. After dinner was over, the three of us moved into the living room. Where we sat and had after dinner cocktails and talked. I sat in between father and son. It started off subtly, casually, their hands rested on my thighs, or arm. Caressing with their thumbs. Things heated up quickly between us. It was an inferno. Need. Desire. I had to have more. I wanted both men. Needed them like I needed air.