“Mmm.” Braxton tipped his head back against the door as Ryan’s lips trailed the length of his throat. He pressed his eyes shut as Ryan undid his skin-tight jeans, his blood pulsing into his cock as a firm, rough hand wrapped around it. “Oh fuck, that. Keep doing that.”
“Take your pants off. Let me look at you.” Ryan gave him a few lazy strokes, then stepped back, waiting.
Kicking off his shoes, Braxton shoved at his jeans until they were low enough to kick off as well. He ditched his socks, goosebumps rising all over his skin as Ryan’s hot gaze took in every inch of him.
“I’d take you for a dancer, but these muscles are too thick. Especially your legs.” Ryan moved in, brushing his hand up Braxton’s thigh, his other hand curving under his jaw. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
Fighting to control his breathing, Braxton shrugged. “People like looking at me, but I have these muscles because I need them on the ice.”
“On the…” Ryan’s brow furrowed. “Jesus, please tell me you’re not a hockey player.”
Dick out, completely naked, that was the last thing Braxton wanted to hear. That hesitation. As though the wrong answer might end things.
“I am, but the way I see it, that doesn’t matter. I don’t see a badge when I look at you. I see the man who promised to fuck me.” He’d never cared about being naked in front of a chick, but being naked now had him completely vulnerable. Part of his mind always reminded him he should want the woman. That he should make things good for her. And he did. But tonight wasn’t about that. And he hoped Ryan couldn’t look at him and just walk away. “Promised to ruin me for anyone else.”
“Oh, I will. But I should’ve been worried about pictures. About what being seen with you could do to me.”
“Are you?”
“Not right now I’m not.” Ryan placed his hands on Braxton’s shoulders. “Don’t move. I need to taste you.”
The pressure of Ryan’s lips had Braxton closing his eyes and savoring the heat, the subtly sweet, heady taste of Ryan’s mouth, the way his lips and tongue sparked a fierce desire he’d never known before. He’d had a crush on Hunt, but one kiss from Ryan and the other man was erased from his mind. Less than a memory.
All that remained was Ryan. The way he guided Braxton with the smooth dip of his tongue. His fingers digging into Braxton’s hips as he drew him even closer, biting his bottom lip, gliding his hands up Braxton’s back and into his hair, tugging until Braxton was melting against him, drinking in every sensation as though he couldn’t exist anywhere but right here, right now.
His lips slipped across Braxton’s cheek, brushing his ear. “Kneel for me. I’ve been wanting that hot mouth on my dick all night.”
Braxton dropped to his knees, inhaling roughly as Ryan unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. Long and thick, dark reddish purple at the head, like he’d been holding back too long. He didn’t wait before pressing against Braxton’s lips, but he tugged Braxton’s hair when he tried to press forward and take him in all the way.
“Slow down. There’s no rush. Not yet.” He stroked Braxton’s cheek. “Tip your head back. I’m going to fuck this sweet mouth until I’m so close I can’t take any more. Then you’ll get a little break. Show me how good you can be for me first.”
Being good sounded perfect. Braxton wanted Ryan to enjoy him. That was most important. He tipped his head back, cursing under his breath when he jerked away on instinct as Ryan slid in too deep.
“You’re doing good. Relax your throat. Swallow around me.” Ryan cupped the back of his head. Pressed in. Deeper, even deeper, then stopped when Braxton gagged. “Swallow. Breathe in as I pull back, then let me in a little more. There.” This time, Ryan drew back before Braxton’s gag reflex kicked in. Thrust forward before it could recover. “Oh fuck, you have the hottest mouth. I could fuck your face over and over, just watching you look up at me like that.” He let out a soft moan and tightened his grip on Braxton’s hair. “A little more. Just take it. Yes, like that.”
The steady stroke of Ryan’s dick over his tongue, going in deeper every time, had desperate noises escaping as Braxton gasped in air. Precum wet the tip of his dick, cooling in the soft breeze coming from an open window somewhere.
Ryan’s dick throbbed and he pulled away, gripping the base of his dick and holding still for a few beats before stroking the tip over Braxton’s lips. “So good. I’d keep going, but you’re ready to be fucked, aren’t you? Unless you’d rather I come now and torture you until I’m ready to go again.”
That sounded like the best and worst thing and Braxton wasn’t sure how to answer. Knowing he could give Ryan that kind of pleasure made his chest swell and chased away all his insecurity. He loved the taste of Ryan, but he wanted to feel him everywhere. He could have both…
He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and gazed up at Ryan. “I need to know what you want from me.”
Stroking his hair, Ryan nodded slowly. “I see that. Come.” He held out his hand, taking hold of Braxton’s wrist and drawing him to his feet. “I want you in my bed where I can take my time with this gorgeous body. You’re testing my control and we can’t have that.”
Braxton grinned as Ryan tucked himself into his jeans without zipping them and led the way to his bedroom. Like the rest of the house the room was sparsely decorated, all natural colors, dark greens and rich browns, the furniture solid and efficient, wood and metal, meant to last. A hint of cologne lingered in the air, a deep, musky undertone with a warm aroma he couldn’t quite define, but breathed in every time he was close to Ryan. A scent that reminded him of cool nights sitting close to a campfire, the ocean in the distance along with the leaves and the trees all combining to make every inhale part of an experience that stayed with him long after he’d returned to his real life. Just thinking of the scent could trigger a wonderful memory.
After tonight, he had a feeling the memory would change to include the man who drew him to his bed and eased him onto the soft, forest green comforter.
Laying over him, hands braced by his shoulders, Ryan smiled. “Much better. Are you comfortable?”
“Very.” Braxton closed his eyes as Ryan’s lips drifted down his neck, then to his collarbone where a flick of his tongue sent a shiver of pleasure along every nerve. He tried to hold still as Ryan continued down to his chest, but he needed more. His dick was painfully hard. Ryan taking his time was driving him insane. He bit back a smile, keeping his tone light. “I could take a nap right now. Your bed is awesome.”
Lifting his head, Ryan gave him a dark look. “Ah, so you’re a bit of a brat, are you? If I had more time I’d punish you for trying to rush me, but instead I’m going to make you decide what happens next.”
“But…” All right, that was not what Braxton wanted. He’d thought teasing Ryan a bit would be fun. Instead, he’d gotten all the pressure back on him. And Ryan had stopped kissing him and was just…waiting. He groaned and shook his head. “I loved you fucking my mouth and seeing you so close to losing control. I want to know I can do that to you. That you want me so much you can’t hold back.”
Ryan’s lips slanted. “I never lose control, Braxton. But if you think I don’t want to fuck you right now, you’re wrong. I simply want to make sure you’re ready.”
Swallowing hard, Braxton considered what would happen if he told Ryan he didn’t need him to be so careful. If he told him he was ready.
He met Ryan’s eyes. “I am.”
Pushing away from him, Ryan reached over to slide open a drawer on his nightstand. He grabbed an open box of condoms and a bottle of lube, dropping them on the bed at Braxton’s side. “Have you played with your ass before Braxton? Or let anyone else do it?”
Cheeks burning, Braxton shook his head. His pulse quickened as his dick gave another painful throb.
“A shame, I think you’d enjoy it.”
“Aren’t you going to—”
“Yes, impatient one. But if you’re going to enjoy this, I
have to prepare you.” Ryan’s tone was rough as he opened the lube and pressed Braxton’s thighs apart with his own. “Look at that tight little hole. I can’t wait to stretch you open around me. Let’s see how much you can take.”
Gaze fixed on Braxton’s face, Ryan stroked one slick finger around his rim, smirking when Braxton tensed and hissed in a sharp breath. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to jerk away or press forward.
He did neither. His whole body shook as he focused on Ryan, lips parting as Ryan’s finger eased in.
“Oh fuck…” The slight burn didn’t distract from the pleasure. If anything, intensified it. The need, the excitement, the desire to make sure Ryan enjoyed him in every way. “Should I move?”
The question seemed to please Ryan, because his eyes warmed. “No. Lift your arms above your head and clasp your hand to your wrist. You’re mine right now, Braxton. I’ll enjoy toying with you for a bit. I don’t think it’ll take much to get you begging.”
At first, Braxton tried to obey, but as Ryan eased his finger in and out, keeping his hands in place got harder. As a second finger joined the first he reached down and grabbed Ryan’s shoulders, lifting his hips to take him in deeper.
Ryan swiftly grabbed his hands, shoving them back and holding his wrist in a firm grip as he maintained the steady pace of his fingers penetrating Braxton’s ass. He used the pressure of his body on Braxton’s thighs to open him more, while holding him still.
“You were doing well, pressing against me and letting me in, but you’re tightening up now. Relax and let me have you. You won’t regret it.”
Relaxing was almost impossible when he was this turned on, but Ryan’s voice, the control in his tone, settled him into the rhythm of his deepening touch. Ryan rewarded him by adding more lube and pressing his fingers in all the way, curving them until he hit a spot that tore a cry from Braxton’s throat.
The pleasure was deep and intense and not moving got even harder. His eyes teared as he fought the urge, gasping as Ryan focused on that one spot.
“Pleasepleaseplease!” Braxton wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, only that he was going to come and he wanted more than Ryan’s fingers inside him when he did. “Stop… Don’t…Please…”
“Shh, just a little more. You’re almost there.”
Another finger. Braxton’s whole body jerked. Precum spilled over the head of his dick. A rush of sensations gathered as his balls lifted and his muscles tensed.
Ryan circled the base of his dick, and beneath his balls, with his thumb and forefinger, making a tight ring that held back the release that had been so close. He’d let go of Braxton’s wrists, but there was no way Braxton could move now. He was locked in the fierce grip of heightened arousal, nothing but Ryan’s hold keeping him from falling apart.
“Deep breath. There you go. You’re lucky I’ve decided to play nice.” Ryan’s tone took on a wicked edge as he languidly fucked Braxton with three fingers, still gripping his cock. “I’d love to teach you to hold back on your own. To wait for me to let you come. If I decided to at all.”
That sounded painful. And scary. And amazing. Giving Ryan that kind of control over him? Fuck, he’d do anything to make that his new reality. To know he could have this and more, long after tonight.
Maybe…maybe he could. Maybe Ryan was saying that because his resolve was fading. If Braxton pleased him, this wouldn’t be the end.
Rising up, Ryan drew out of Braxton and shoved down his jeans. He grabbed a condom, rolling it on, then slicking his dick with lube. “You should see how fucking hot your shiny little hole looks. Fuck…” He pressed the head of his dick against Braxton’s ass. “Still so tight. Do you think you can take me, Braxton? Press back like you did before. Let me see that ass open for me.” He lifted Braxton’s knees, hooking them over his forearms as he eased in a bit more. “The next time I fuck you, it will be hard and fast. But now, I want you to feel every inch of me filling you up. Do you feel it, pet? How hard you make me?”
Braxton couldn’t make his mouth form words. The stretching, the pressure, the heat of Ryan inside him stole the ability to do more than absorb each erotic sensation as his body adjusted. When Ryan stopped moving, Braxton gaped up at him, panting.
“Tell me, Braxton. I want to hear how much you like being my little slut for the night. How much you want me to use this tight ass.”
Licking his lips, Braxton nodded. He wasn’t sure how Ryan made ‘slut’ sound like such a good thing. Wasn’t sure why his chest tightened when he’d called him ‘pet’. But he wanted it all. And he knew he had to say something to get it.
“I want you to use it until I can’t feel anything besides you. Until you’ve marked every part of me and I can’t imagine being a slut for anyone else.” He groaned as Ryan drew out, then pressed back in, stretching him more. “Oh God, your dick feels incredible. I need it. I need it all.”
Ryan made a soft, please sound. “You’ll have it, but I’m enjoying the view.” He lifted Braxton’s legs higher, to his shoulders, freeing his hands to curve under Braxton’s ass, spreading his cheeks as he kept his gaze fixed on where his dick slid in further. “You’re made for this. Fuck, I’m going to pound this ass so hard before I’m done with you.”
“Don’t be. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“I know.” Ryan drew out, added lube yet again, then let his dick glide in all the way. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
The burn was gone, leaving behind nothing but a fullness and heat and pressure, driving Braxton higher and higher as though there was no limit and he’d simply be in this zone, wrapped up in lust and pleasure, forever. With Ryan moving into him, faster and faster, stroking his thighs and whispering encouraging words as he positioned Braxton almost bent in half so he could drive in even deeper.
Without warning, the sensations rolled over Braxton, bursting from the base of his spine as he came, shouting and shaking as spurts of cum hit his chest. He clenched and Ryan cursed, slamming in one last time and gripping Braxton’s hips as his dick pulsed within.
He leaned heavily on Braxton’s legs, letting out a rough laugh before letting his dick slip free from his ass. “No control, but I showed less than I usually do, so I can't complain. Next time I won’t be so generous though.” He removed the condom, put it in the foil package, and tossed it in the trash under the nightstand. “We’ll see how long you can last.”
With a sleepy smile, Braxton pulled himself up to rest his head on the pillows. “So you’re not kicking me out yet?”
“No. I told you, we have one night.” Ryan lay down beside him, leaning over to kiss him, idly stroking his side. “And I’m not close to done with you.”
Chapter 3
After lazing around in bed far longer than he’d usually allow himself, Ryan quietly slipped away from Braxton, biting back a laugh when the young man rolled over and hugged his pillow tight. Damn, those disheveled, light brown curls, that slightly tanned, flawless skin, those thick lashes resting on cheeks that had the faintest touch of freckles…Ryan couldn’t lie to himself, Braxton looked good in his bed. Yes, he wanted to fuck him again, but that wasn’t why he hadn’t handed him cab fare yet.
Maybe he’d been working too much and the company was nice. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent time with anyone outside of work. Sure, he had lunch with his sister now and then, but Laura being an officer at the same station meant they didn’t talk about much besides work and her relationship.
He was happy for her, he really was, but he couldn’t imagine managing his job and a person who’d expect time and attention every single day. Or even a few times a week. He’d tried dating, years ago, and no matter how much effort he’d put in it hadn’t been enough. He’d figured dating another detective would be easier, that since they both knew the lifestyle their limited time together would be special. And it had been special to him.
To Detective Simon Ackman, lim
ited time and being closeted meant an opportunity to…explore his other options. How fucking cliché that Ryan had caught Simon fucking some random guy on a night he’d finished early and showed up to surprise his boyfriend.
Almost two years of trying to find a balance between work and a relationship, only to have it thrown in his face that Simon needed more. Of course, he should have communicated as much—Ryan refused to take all the blame for how badly things had ended between them—but the point was, after being hurt and angry, he realized he simply didn’t have the time or energy to invest in the kind of relationship he wanted.
He’d have known he couldn’t trust Simon if he’d treated him like he did the subs he played with at the clubs. They’d only done light kink though and Ryan hadn’t had the experience he’d developed since. Five year later and whenever he saw Simon he wondered how he’d missed how fake the man’s smile was. The way his gaze shifted before he told lie after lie to make himself look good. How he strategically made friends and used them for his own gain.
For two years he’d managed to hide that side of himself from Ryan.
Or maybe Ryan had been so infatuated with the idea of being in love he’d refused to see it. He wasn’t that man anymore and never would be again.
Spending a few hours making sure a sub wasn’t being honest with his limits and emotions was one thing and he only allowed himself to play that way once or twice a month. Picking up someone for a quick, no-strings-attached fuck was simpler.
Except when it came to someone like Braxton. Because he could see himself enjoying Braxton at the club. Drawing out his submissive side, working over that body Ryan couldn’t tear his eyes away from with a flogger, tying him up and edging him until he was crying and begging in that sweet voice of his.
Which will never happen.
At the BDSM club Ryan only scened with experienced subs—for the same reason he avoided taking home gaybies with more hormones than common sense. Braxton had needed this though. Needed the kind of experience that made having to hide who he was were a little easier to bear. From what Ryan knew of the hockey team the young man likely played for, The Dartmouth Cobras, there were enough players out and proud that it should’ve been easy for Braxton to claim his identity.
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