by Mia Downing
Jordan’s cock popped free from Ryan’s mouth. In the moonlight, droplets of water sparkled in Ryan’s hair, along his wide shoulders. His hand stroked the base in firm, fucking nice pumps. “Come for me, Jordan. We have all night.”
All night…
Ryan settled his mouth over Jordan’s cock again, going deep, relaxing his throat so the tip hit the back, his lips pressed into the swirl of water at the base. No one had ever deep-throated him like that, and Jordan came, moaning, his cock surging in hot, fierce pulses. He waved his arms in the water to stay afloat when all he wanted to do was pump his hips and fuck Ryan’s mouth.
“You taste great,” Ryan murmured with approval after he sucked Jordan dry as promised. His hand slid from Jordan’s shaft to caress his chest and stomach. “Still with me?”
“Yeah.” Jordan allowed his shaking legs to sink under the water, his dick still semi-hard despite the load he’d shot. He sank his feet into the sandy bottom, in total awe of the man in front of him. “That was the best blow job. Ever.” He remembered Ryan liked his men polite, so he murmured, “Thank you.”
“I’m good at blow jobs. Wait until I get you on a bed.” Ryan wrapped his arms around Jordan’s shoulders and tugged him close, his rock-hard erection like a branding iron along Jordan’s belly.
“Cocky.” He reached for Ryan’s hard shaft and palmed it, braver this time. “Very cocky.”
Ryan groaned and kissed Jordan, his mouth possessive, tasting of his essence, salty and musky. He wondered how Ryan would taste in his throat, and his balls tightened at the idea of returning the pleasure. It couldn’t be that hard to do, right? He knew what he liked.
For the first time in a long time, Jordan felt unsure, and though he’d enlisted Ryan’s help to teach him to relax, he never really intended to give up control of anything. It was terrifying and exciting, all at the same time.
Ryan’s cock wasn’t terrifying, though. Jordan drew in a ragged breath as he reveled in the sensation of satin skin gliding over hard heat in his palm.
Jordan choked out, “I’d like to taste you, but I don’t know if I’d be good at doing this while you float. Fuck, I don’t even know if I’ll be good at this, period.”
Ryan drew him closer in an embrace that was strong, comforting. “Uneven footing, Hill?” he whispered in Jordan’s ear, his breath tickling his skin.
Blake loved the phrase,—uneven footing—and it made Jordan swallow a lump in his throat.
“This whole day has been filled with firsts for me. First time on a horse. First time doing this. I don’t do well in new situations.” Jordan hated this honesty shit.
“You did great on the horse. You’ll do even better loving me.” Ryan kissed him quickly, then pulled away and tugged his hand. “Let’s go inside, have a little more wine.”
Jordan balked. “Don’t you need to come?”
Ryan smiled. “I’m not a teenager. I can wait. And if this is too much for you, I’m fine.”
Was it too much? Ryan was offering him an out. A part of him said yeah, this was way too fucking much. That part said he should run, get on a plane, go home, and forget about Ryan McCale.
Ryan’s steady, calm gaze told Jordan that as intense as things might get, he was safe. Something about Ryan had put him at ease and made him relax, long before the excellent blowjob. He didn’t feel the need to be in control, which was refreshing. This was vacation, damn it, and he was going to have one hell of a boys-gone-wild weekend. He was going to live, for Blake.
“I haven’t been in a position like this, ever. I don’t do uneven footing. But relaxation is what Blake wanted for me, and I have to admit, though part of me is uneasy about where this is going, I am relaxed. So…I’m good.”
Ryan’s smile was slow and filled with promise in the moonlight. “That’s good. So what do you want, now? Just ask.”
Jordan couldn’t remember a time when he’d let his proverbial hair down, ever. Not in high school, not in college. Blake had been the bad boy, into pot and wild parties, way out of control. Blake had eventually gotten his act together, but he’d picked on Jordan for not following in his footsteps. But a wild Jordan would have been way too much for his parents to deal with, and they had enough. Blake had caused enough stress.
This wasn’t that wild, it was just…expressive. Yes, he was finding a new way to express himself, as a man. It was only a weekend. A weekend of pleasure couldn’t unravel years and years of his life.
Jordan drew in a huge breath and took the leap into the most honest he’d ever been with himself. Ever.
“I want you, Ryan. I want one night of the best orgasms of my life. No, strike that. I want one weekend. One boys-gone-wild weekend to press the limits. Please.” As if to seal the deal, to make what he voiced tangible, Jordan leaned in and kissed Ryan. “I asked you to teach me to live the relaxed life. You have a challenge in front of you.”
Ryan’s smile promised that he was more than up to the challenge. “I think this is going to be a fun weekend.”
Jordan grinned. “Natch.”
Chapter Four
Ryan had no clue what to think as they gathered their clothes and he gestured for Jordan to go inside. He extinguished the torches and followed, horny as hell and reeling. The last thing he expected was Jordan to ask to be kissed.
No, the last thing he expected was blowing Jordan in the ocean. It had been hot as hell, so exciting, and he had wanted Jordan in his mouth bad enough to improvise just in case Jordan wanted to bolt. That made him feel a little dirty, but the move paid off.
Jordan was in his living room, naked, working on another erection as he studied Ryan’s painting. So unreadable, and Ryan wondered what it would be like to face this man professionally, across a table, in a conference room. He’d be formidable. Ruthless. Ryan had to remember that, at all times. Jordan Hill, his reluctant business partner, would be nothing like Jordan in bed.
Ryan respected him more now than he ever would have if they’d met professionally, over paperwork. Jordan had been refreshingly honest, admitting his unease when he could have hidden behind that unreadable mask. Not many men would do that, not the deadly sharks in the business world. Definitely not men faced with huge changes in the sexuality department.
He understood how Jordan would be puzzled about his changing sexuality. Ryan’s first love had been in the closet, unable to admit to the world the deep love he felt for Ryan. And they had a great relationship, as long as Ryan remembered to keep it behind doors. It’d been hell at times, when all he wanted to do was shout to the hills how much he’d loved Mark. Ryan had vowed if he ever found another man, there was no way in hell he was hiding it.
But now Ryan found himself back at square one, with a hot guy who had no clue what side of the sexual fence he sat on. He sighed. One step at a time. He’d take a page from Jordan’s desires and give him that boys-gone-wild weekend. Indulge. And worry about the rest Monday.
“Hey,” Ryan said as he entered through the patio door. Jordan turned from the painting on the far wall. “Want a shower? The salt water is great to swim in but leaves you sticky.”
“Sure.” Jordan gestured to the painting of the waterfall over the sofa. “This is an amazing piece of art. Who is the artist?”
“Me.”
“You.” Jordan’s brow flew up, and he appraised the work again, as if it were a whole new piece instead of the same watercolor Ryan had done last year. After a long moment, Jordan glanced back at Ryan with a deeper level of respect glimmering in his eyes. “Wow. This is incredible. It’s in line with Vincelli’s landscapes, with the bold strokes and use of color. I’ve invested in several.”
“Invested?”
Jordan frowned, his brow furrowed. “Why else would one own art?”
“To enjoy?”
“I enjoyed purchasing it, and I really enjoy when it sells at a huge profit.” Jordan snorted and glanced back at the painting with a look almost like longing. “How long did it take to paint?”
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p; “It took a week of riding out there at the same time each day. I didn’t want to work from photos. That’s why Brownie knows the way so well. I took him because he’s quiet and wouldn’t dump my supplies into the ravine.” Ryan fought a blush of pleasure at Jordan’s praise, though it saddened him that Jordan didn’t own art because it moved him. Ryan gestured toward the back of the house. “Shower?”
“Sure.” Again, unreadable, but Jordan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Ryan led the way, down the hall to his bedroom. It was a cozy room, done in ocean blue with dark woods for the furniture and huge bed, the space airy, the side door opening to the patio. He tossed his clothes on a corner chair and turned. Jordan looked unsure yet aroused as hell, and compassion kicked in. “Come here.”
Jordan took a hesitant step forward, his naked form lean and way attractive in the dim light of the ceiling fan. His cock bobbed, lengthening from the dark curls at the juncture of his thighs. “This feels fucking awkward.”
“Yeah, it will for a bit. Pretend it’s a conference room and I’m your adversary.”
“I want you to have sex with me, not oppose me.” Jordan ran a hand through Ryan’s hair, smoothing it back from his forehead, but his eyes lit with fresh desire and lust. “Your challenge. Tell me what to do. I’d like nothing more than to follow your lead.”
Desire that had coiled in Ryan’s stomach unleashed, snapping over his nerves in the most incredible way. Jordan wanted Ryan to be in charge, to call the shots. The challenge was definitely in his court and it was a game Ryan wanted to play badly. “You want me to take control.”
“Yes.” That one yes was weighted and heavy from Jordan’s lips, as if it cost him a million to say it.
“I want to fuck you, Jordan. I want to claim you as mine for tonight.”
Jordan closed his eyes and Ryan would have bet a gypsy a bag of feed that he trembled ever so slightly. “Please.”
“Then just ask.”
Desire glazed over Jordan’s eyes. “Please fuck me.”
Ryan would bet a gypsy a second bag of feed that Jordan had never, ever asked anyone to fuck him before. “Do you want to be claimed, too? I can fuck you without claiming you.”
“I want to be yours for tonight. Please. Let me.”
Ryan took his clothes and set them in the chair, too, and then assessed Jordan with a fresh perspective. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you? Maybe suck those pink nipples of yours?”
“Yes, please kiss and suck me.” Jordan’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the cords of his neck tight.
Ryan drew a finger down Jordan’s chest, through the damp chest hair, down to his navel, Jordan’s stomach muscles twitching. “This time when I suck your cock, you’ll be flat on your back, my fingers deep in your ass. I’ll bring you right to the edge of bliss and then hold you there, many times. You’ll beg, Jordan. You’ll beg me to come. But you won’t.”
Jordan made a noise in the back of his throat, one that wasn’t quite a whimper but bespoke deep arousal.
“Then I’ll fuck you. If you’re good, I’ll let you return the favor. But only if you’re incredibly good. Then you’ll come for me.” Ryan lifted his finger and drew a path along Jordan’s lips, outlining them with a feather-light touch. “But first, I’m going to kiss you.”
“Yes, please, kiss me.” Jordan’s eyes opened then, glittering in the dim light as he met Ryan’s gaze boldly. Jordan parted his lips, wanting that kiss.
But Ryan held his gaze, fighting the almost magnetic pull drawing him in. Yep, Jordan wanted this—pupils dilated, lips parted on shallow breathing, leaning forward, anticipating. A spark of something exciting shot between them, igniting Ryan’s lust, spiking his heart rate. Fuck, he had to have him. Now.
Ryan swooped in and claimed Jordan’s lips, kissing him hard, deep, tugging his hips closer so their cocks met, sandwiched between hard muscled abdomens, clashing, rubbing. Jordan kissed him back, just as insistent. A bead of pre-cum hit Ryan’s stomach, and he moaned at the heat and dampness. Yes, God, yes.
“Fuck the shower,” Ryan rasped against the corner of Jordan’s mouth, unable to deny lust. He backed Jordan to the bed and eased him down, flattening him, settling between those rock hard thighs. Ryan gripped all ten of Jordan’s fingers in his hands and pinned them next to his head, kissing him deep.
Jordan trembled beneath Ryan, bucking his hips, doing so out of pleasure or worry for being pinned, Ryan wasn’t sure. When Jordan moaned under his mouth, Ryan knew for damned sure it was pleasure.
Ryan broke the kiss to explore, starting with Jordan’s jaw, still smooth from a shave, hot under his lips. He slid downward to kiss Jordan’s neck, the rumble of approval in his throat vibrating against his lips. Jordan’s hands settled in his hair, sinking to the scalp, caressing as he worked his way down the cords of his neck, his collarbone, the firm pecs dusted with dark hair.
Ryan nipped at Jordan’s nipple, and Jordan jumped, stiffening, his fingers gripping his long hair tighter. But as he drew the tight, tiny peak between his lips, Jordan sighed and relaxed.
“Do you like pain,” Ryan asked as he toyed with one nipple. He bent his head and gently bit down on the other, then sucked away the sting.
“Yeah. A little.” Jordan’s breath hitched, his stomach tightening. “My kinky friend with benefits liked to use nipple clamps on me.”
A shiver of excitement skipped up Ryan’s spine. He figured Jordan had given in about the shirt to gain advantage. Maybe he’d given in because he craved direction. To be dominated. Ryan loved when his lovers asked him to do things, because it put him in the ultimate power position—to deny or grant that request. “Was she a Domme?”
“I don’t know. She commanded me sometimes, and it was hotter than hell. No one tells me what to do, so to hit the sheets and suddenly be cuffed and at someone’s mercy…it was mind-blowing.”
Ryan followed the dips in Jordan’s stomach with his tongue, riding the waves of muscle, working up a naughty plan in his mind for later in the weekend. But tonight, Jordan just needed the experience, to revel in being loved by a man.
Jordan sucked in a breath as Ryan rimmed his navel. “I don’t mind giving the orders in bed, either.”
Ryan’s cock went from raging to inferno hard, the pain almost too intense to bear as his balls tightened. He raised his head from exploring Jordan’s hipbone to meet his dark, lusty gaze. “Jesus, Jordan. Who knew you’d blow my mind and rock my world at the same time?”
“My preferences excite you?” A flicker of something crossed his eyes, perhaps uncertainty.
“Oh, yeah. I have many naughty challenges ahead for you. You game?”
“Natch.” Jordan sighed again as Ryan’s mouth found the base of his cock. “I used that correctly? I’d hate to abuse the cool lingo.”
“You were perfect.” Ryan kissed the tip, relishing the taste of Jordan’s seeping slit. “You have decisions to make. I want to suck you again, but are you ready for the next step? I want to fuck you in the worst way, but not until you’re ready.”
“Yes, fuck me. Suck me, please. Just do whatever. This all feels amazing. I don’t want it to end.”
Ryan laughed, because Jordan definitely wasn’t the type to roll over and say do me. Yet here he was, doing just that. “We have all night.” He rose from the bed and went to the top drawer in his dresser. “I’m getting a few things, so we don’t break the mood later.”
The last thing he needed was Jordan chickening out. But as he cast a glance over the flush of excitement across his pale skin, he knew Jordan was in the moment, totally.
Maybe he was a great teacher when it came to Relaxation 101.
Jordan licked his lips in anticipation as Ryan turned from the dresser, items in his hands. God, he was magnificent. All deep tan, lean muscles wrought from hard work and even harder play, not from the gym, like his physique. Even his hips were a golden brown, matching the color of his pubic hair. Those abs, thighs, and ass would be strong from logging a
ll those hours on horseback. He was one powerful guy.
That was exactly what attracted him sexually about Ryan—he exuded power. If he were to be honest, the few women he had dated had that same air, one of power. Dominance. Which didn’t make sense. Didn’t opposites attract?
Jordan contemplated Ryan’s body and how excited he grew from just taking him in. Ryan had curves—hard ones. The curve of his buttock as he turned to the drawer for something else, the glutes defined. The curve of his shaft, his erection thick as he turned back, the head of his cock deeper brown, almost purple. The lean curve between his pecs, sprinkled with the same golden tan hair.
Jordan swallowed as he stared at that cock again, proud, veins protruding, shaft thick. He’d bet Ryan’s dick was throbbing with anticipation to be sucked, to fuck. The strap-on Samantha had used on him, once, hadn’t been nearly that thick, but he’d liked the sensation, the fullness. The orgasm that had hit as he pumped his dick with his hand, along with her thrusts, had been the best ever at that point. But this was a rugged, virile man with a raging hard-on, about to claim his ass.
“Worried?” Ryan asked, as if he’d read Jordan’s mind.
“A bit.” Not worried enough to leave. He could take a little heat to get to the end result.
“Just condoms and lube. Nothing scary.” Ryan held up the two items and then set them on the bedside table. Ryan ran a finger along Jordan’s abs, and Jordan shivered in response, that sensual touch igniting fire in his balls. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Uneven footing,” Jordan said, hoping that explained everything.
Ryan nodded and lay on the bed next to Jordan, the length of his body pressed close, hot and intoxicating. Jordan fought to breathe, to think clearly, every nerve ending tingling with awareness. They met halfway in the space between them, mouths clashing, tongues warring, a kiss so powerful Jordan gripped Ryan’s shoulders tight in a futile effort to not be swept away.
Breath also raging, Ryan broke the kiss and started the journey downward. Who knew Jordan liked his nipples nipped, bitten? Not Jordan, and Ryan was damned good at it, damned good at making him jump with anticipation as his tongue laved a path down his body, lapping his salty, sticky skin clean.