by Mia Downing
Ryan reached his pubic hair and nuzzled, not lifting to engulf him this time. No, Ryan kissed around the base of his shaft then took one of his aching balls into his mouth and sucked. Christ, his toes curled on that one. Then Ryan mouthed in the other, the suction perfect.
The underside of his cock got attention next, Ryan’s tongue hot and wet along the sensitive skin, racing to the tip, then back down the shaft, over his balls to kiss his perineum. Jordan tensed, and Ryan placed his hands on Jordan’s thighs, firmly holding him in place as his tongue darted into his puckered hole, swirling, then probing, delighting all those little nerves in that tight rosette.
“Fuck,” Jordan groaned, unable to believe how sinfully good this felt. He wanted to writhe, arch against that talented tongue and lips. He spread his legs wider, his ass open to Ryan’s explorations. Ryan squirted lube, and his thumb explored, caressing the wrinkled flesh, coaxing him to relax.
“Breathe,” Ryan commanded. “Don’t come.”
Jordan’s breath whooshed out, his ass sinking to the mattress. Then Ryan eased his thumb inside to the knuckle and attacked Jordan’s cock, sucking with ruthless abandon. Holy fuck, that was amazing. Jordan jammed his heels into the mattress as white stars of pleasure clouded his vision.
No, he couldn’t come. He panicked and breathed, finding a place with boring tallies and lists, numbers galore. Unsure what to do with his hands, he grasped the sheet in his balled fists and held on tight.
“Put your legs over my shoulders,” Ryan coaxed, his thumb still deep in Jordan’s eager ass.
“Are you going to take me this way?”
“No, I’m going to stimulate your…well, on a girl it’d be like a G-spot. Clinically speaking, your prostate. The orgasm you’ll get should be the best ever, if I let you come.”
“They don’t teach you this shit in health class,” Jordan observed as he slung his legs over Ryan’s strong shoulders, feeling a tad vulnerable, his cock and ass tilted for Ryan’s enjoyment.
“It might be better if they did.” Ryan’s thumb left, and Jordan moaned until he replaced it with a pleasingly rough finger, sliding in deep, the lube warm. Ryan gently explored, the pad of his finger so wet, hot inside of his ass. “Your ass is so tight. Hot. I can’t wait to fuck you. But right now, I’m going to suck you.”
Jesus, the dirty talk did its thing. Jordan went from hard to unbearable, the tightness in his balls and ass promising one hell of an orgasm. Ryan positioned himself so he could suck Jordan’s cock better, taking the full length of his shaft into his mouth, the tip hitting the back of Ryan’s throat.
And then Ryan must have found that sweet spot deep in his ass because desire rocketed through Jordan, ripping through his veins, into every cell, the feeling intensifying with each stroke of Ryan’s fingers and mouth. Ryan worked his free hand against his shaft, stroking in the same rhythm he sucked and stimulated his G-spot. All sane thought fled on the explosive pleasure that receded as Ryan’s mouth lifted.
“Don’t come,” Ryan commanded, his voice deep. Firm.
Jordan panted as he floated on the waves of ecstasy. “What? Shit, how?”
“Just breathe and think about something else. Haven’t ever had to stop yourself from coming?”
Good question. Jordan thought for a moment. “Uh, no.”
Ryan sat back on his heels, still caressing Jordan’s cock and ass with gentle touches that sent little zings of explosive need through his body. “How much do you wish to please me, Jordan? If you come without permission, I’ll be disappointed.”
Jordan’s heart pounded from a mix of excitement and fear. “I don’t want that.”
“Of course you don’t.” Ryan’s hands stilled their journey. “What position do you want for your first time?”
Jordan had never thought of having a choice. He could probably be taken by Ryan in almost any position Jordan could fuck a woman. But after all this incredible pleasure, he wasn’t going to be selfish. “What position would you like best?”
Ryan caressed his chest and thighs, his touch exactly what Jordan needed. “This is about you tonight. I want your first time to be Earth-shattering. That’s why I want you to wait to come. The more you hold back, the better it will be when I set you free.”
Oh, God, yes, he wanted to be set free. He was going with mind-blowing vulnerability so he could fly. “On my knees.”
“Just ask.”
Jordan nearly drooled with anticipation at those two words. Who would have thought asking for anything could be this exciting? “I’d like you to fuck me while I’m on my knees, please.”
“Then get on your knees.” Ryan’s tone was one of authority, hot and hard, and it sparked a tingle up Jordan’s spine.
Jordan struggled into position, his thighs trembling a bit, his body worn already. Need held him upright, his biceps flexing to support his upper body. Damned if his cock didn’t become rock-hard at the idea of being fucked by this incredible man. He closed his eyes, flinching as Ryan’s fingers smoothed down his buttocks.
“Easy. I’m not going to just lunge into you. This won’t hurt. I had two fingers in you, and you wanted more from the way you bucked. I’ll use lots of lube, go very slow. I’m going to talk dirty to you, too. Would you like that? Me telling you how I’m going to fuck you?”
Jordan’s breathing spiked, and his heart jumped in chest. This time when Ryan’s fingers brushed his puckered rosette, he relaxed. “Yes, please, talk dirty to me.”
A foil packet ripped, latex rolled, and lube squirted. Ryan’s thighs brushed his, and he used his knees to spread Jordan’s wider. The tip of his cock was cool and wet, sliding along his crack, his hand going to Jordan’s hip to hold him in the position Ryan wanted.
“Breathe,” Ryan whispered. “Just breathe.”
Jordan gulped and breathed, unsure if it was fear or anticipation that shuddered through him. The pressure was gentle yet insistent, and just the tip breached his opening, then through the ring of inner muscles, his ass burning just slightly as everything stretched. Jordan fought to relax and breathe, instead focusing on how fiercely hard his cock was beginning to throb.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. This is a study of how much control I have. Thank fuck I jacked off before you came over.” Ryan inched a bit deeper, his breathing controlled yet ragged.
“You jacked off?”
“In the shower, picturing you up against the wall, your ass out, my cock deep inside you. The water was warm, sluicing over your pale skin and your firm muscles. I grabbed your cock,” Ryan’s hand slid around and found Jordan’s throbbing shaft, “and pumped in the same rhythm as my thrusts.” As if to demonstrate, Ryan did just that in a bare whisper of movement. It was enough to be intoxicating. “Don’t come.”
“Fuck!” Jordan sucked in as much air as his lungs could take and blasted thoughts of the most boring things he could think—bank statements, baseball stats, lacrosse scores. His balls tightened and everything inside of him seemed to swirl on desire.
“Good, huh?” Ryan gripped Jordan’s cock harder, stroking faster while the motion in his ass remained no more than a vibration. “Imagine what fun we can have. The pleasure. I’ll suck you on the beach, fuck you in a hammock.”
“Yes,” Jordan breathed. Jesus, yes.
Ryan was buried in his ass to the root, and Jordan’s toes wanted to curl on the fullness, the divine burn that started to fade, replaced with the tingling of nerves.
Ryan hips pulsed gently as he kissed Jordan’s back, nipped at his spine. “You can take me under the waterfall, and I’d want you to fuck me hard. I love it rough, your cock so deep you’ll fuck me out my own dick.”
Jordan moaned, the images sinful, almost as wicked as the feel of Ryan’s groin pressed against his ass on a down stroke. Suddenly, he wanted more, harder. Jordan arched backward, pushing against his palms, head down. Sweat beaded on his forehead, coating his skin. “Fuck me harder.”
“Excuse me?” Ryan withdrew a little and stilled.
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“Fuck me harder. You heard me.”
Ryan slipped his shaft out so only the tip pulsed in Jordan’s ass. “No, I don’t think I did.”
Jordan bucked his hips and then remembered the rules. “Fuck me harder, please.”
“Very polite.” Ryan eased back in and Jordan sighed at the fullness. He picked up the tempo, gliding gently in and out, his hand gripping Jordan’s cock in the same rhythm.
“Oh, God. I don’t think I can take more,” Jordan whispered, dropping to his elbows because the pleasure was just too intense, his arms shaking. His balls wanted to combust, his cock needed to detonate, his ass bursting into the most awesome flames. Release would be torture, because that would mean it was over. “Please let me come.”
Ryan faltered in his strokes, panting, his skin blistering hot yet damp against Jordan’s back, ass, and thighs. “I’m there, too. Come with me, Jordan.”
Jordan jerked, the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking him. He thought he’d come hard before… This was ball-aching, toe curling, muscle-cramping hard, and if Ryan’s cock weren’t anchoring him to the bed, he would have shot off and launched into the sky, landing on the moon. His cum spurted into Ryan’s hand, up his belly, the pleasure more than intense.
Behind him, inside, Ryan stilled, trembling, his breath held. Then he lurched forward, thrusting harder, faster, the tip of the condom filling with an explosion of heat.
“Jordan,” Ryan moaned, hand biting into Jordan’s hip. He pumped a few more times and then curled around Jordan’s back, holding him close. They fell to the side, Ryan still lodged deep, cock twitching, his arm slung over Jordan’s waist.
“That was fucking incredible,” Jordan said, awash with euphoria, kissing Ryan’s hand. Incredible didn’t describe how he felt. “I’m definitely relaxed.”
“Told you I’m a good teacher.”
“Cocky.”
“Yep.” Ryan grinned against his back. “You staying?”
The night? Jordan had never slept with anyone before, not a woman. Definitely not a man. Well, with Blake in a camper, but that didn’t count. He’d been ten. But the idea of sleeping with Ryan, waking up to his cocky smile in the morning light…yeah. “You going to wake me up in some kinky fashion that will relax me further?”
“I plan on fucking you all weekend. You’re mine, Hill. But I won’t make you stay.”
The deep, possessive quality of Ryan’s voice was the signature on the deal for Jordan. The fact that Ryan wanted him yet offered freedom if this was too much made him that much more sure. “Then I’m staying.”
Chapter Five
The next morning, Jordan woke slowly, the air conditioner too much on his skin. The breeze was chilly and slightly salty in scent, like the ocean. Why had he turned it up so high? But the other side of his bed was warm. He slid over to that heat until his body came in contact with hot flesh that seemed to fit into the curve of his torso too perfectly. He inched closer, satisfied, his hand wrapping around a waist, his fingertips brushing the tip of a soft cock.
Cock.
Jordan jumped back, fully awake, rubbing his eyes, struggling to remember the evening. The cold was from the ocean breeze that had kicked up, blowing in through the open patio door, the gauzy drapes blowing outward. The room was dimly gray, the bed a wide expanse, the man next to him tanned and curled up on the edge of the far side. Ryan.
Oh, God. Yes. Ryan.
A jumble of feelings rushed in, much like the waves crashing outside. He’d slept all night with a man. He’d been blown and fucked by a man. It was so shocking, sinful. Wrong.
No, it was right. So right. All of it.
The admission let his breath sag from him, relief poring through his veins and over tense muscles. Maybe it was all right because it wasn’t just any man. Ryan was special, something Blake knew when he’d taken him on as a partner.
Jordan rose, naked, and padded over to the patio door. He gently shut it, blocking out the wind. The sea was turbulent as a storm rolled in, the clouds dark and ominous. He turned and studied Ryan’s sleeping form, wondering what had he meant to Blake? Had they been lovers? He wracked his mind, trying to remember.
As a teen, Blake had been fairly tight-lipped about his preferences, but Jordan had caught him jacking off with an all male porn magazine. Jordan hadn’t cared. It just meant less competition with the ladies. Blake had been too pretty for his own good, all dark haired and dark eyed, with a flashing smile and quick wit. Women had fallen at his feet.
But they’d grown apart during the college years, Blake going south to Texas, Jordan going north on his scholarship. Then Jordan had hit it big with a business gamble, buying with his savings and borrowed money a company he planned to break apart and sell. The turnover had netted him his first million. That was all it had taken to be hooked. Hooked and rich, but after a relaxing evening of the best sex ever, he wondered if the price he’d paid over the years—the loneliness, the stress—was worth it.
“Awful serious for this hour,” Ryan commented from the bed. He’d rolled, the sheet bunched around his lean waist. He leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head as he studied Jordan with serious eyes. “Having doubts?”
“No. I was thinking about Blake.” It was the truth.
Guarded blue eyes regarded him much in the same way Blake would look at someone, as if he were peeling back the layers of a tropical fruit, going deeper for the tender flesh, or in this case, his soul. “It would be normal to have doubts. Be shocked as hell.”
“I did thirty seconds of that while you were sleeping. I’m not a man who usually regrets his decisions. I know what I want, I go after it, and if I’m not happy with the outcome, I make it change until it’s what I want. That’s the beauty of owning half of the free world. It bends to your needs.”
Ryan nodded but didn’t look convinced. “So what were you thinking about Blake?”
Jordan sat at the edge of the bed, wanting to climb in, unsure how to go about that, since Ryan didn’t seem to be inviting him back. “How did you meet him?”
“Oh.” Ryan stared straight ahead, unable to look at Jordan as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He had anticipated this conversation at some point, but it wouldn’t be easy. Especially now. Sex with Jordan had been intense, and it rattled him some to recall Mark this morning, as if a part of him had cheated somehow, despite Mark’s deathbed wish for Ryan to move on, find another love. “I was Mark’s life-partner.”
“Mark.” Jordan thought for a moment, brows knitted together, and sucked in a shocked breath. “Mark Levine. Blake’s best friend through high school. They went to college together.”
“They were lovers, firsts for each, but it didn’t work out. But you know Blake. He didn’t care that it had ended, and his thought was, once friends, always friends. I met Mark through Blake, because Blake and I were in classes together.”
It hadn’t been uncomfortable, the three of them together. Blake had been too much of a free spirit to settle on one man once he’d ended his relationship with Mark.
Jordan shifted on the bed, reclining on an elbow, his lean form graceful in the simple movement. “I never knew they were a couple. They hid it well.”
“Mark wasn’t open. It was hard on our relationship, because I didn’t care who knew. He cared too much.” It had been the cause of many a fight, not because Ryan was a whiny bitch and wanted PDA, roses, and declarations of love. But Mark had analyzed every touch, every glance, and it made Ryan uncomfortable, as if Mark were ashamed to be seen with him, even as just a friend.
“Mark passed away. Cancer, right?”
Ryan nodded, unable to say more. He’d never kissed Mark goodbye. Too public, even at the end.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Jordan looked it, too.
Ryan nodded again, in thanks, and it took a long moment to find his voice again. “After Mark died, I struggled and just went through the motions until Blake called with a business deal. He took me up to that waterfall—we hik
ed—and he told me about his vision. Mark had left me money, and combined with what I had, it was enough to start a whole new life.”
“That had to have been rough.”
“At first, yes, because I was all suits and business, like you. It took a while to settle down, learn to relax and just enjoy as we built on to his successful business.”
Jordan cleared his throat. “Did you and Blake—”
“No, never,” Ryan said quickly, heading off that line of thought. “I had a quick thing with a friend who came down for a bit a year ago, but that’s it since Mark.”
Silence descended. Well, if you could call it silence, with the ocean crashing against the beach, the breeze hammering a nearby wind chime. Jordan cast a glance outside at the storm-raged beach. “It’s too stormy to put Blake to rest.”
Ryan waved a hand toward the beach in dismissal. “This will pass quickly. It will be beautiful this afternoon, and the weather will be perfect tomorrow. We’ll go then.”
“And today, mighty King of Relaxation? What challenges lie in store for us today?”
“Well, I don’t have to go to the stable unless I want to.” And they were going to spend the weekend doing the last thing Ryan expected them to do—having sex. No, they couldn’t do that. Damn responsibility. Ryan knew his duties too well, hammered home by Blake. Get Jordan on their side. “I took the weekend off, knowing you’d be here. I wanted to show you around personally.”
“You knew? I was very discreet in my arrangements.”
“Yeah, you were. But I had the hotel staff notify me when you called, and I also had your PA’s phone number. Angela was all too happy to let me know her uptight boss was taking a well-earned vacation.”
Jordan chuckled. “Good thing I found a relaxation coach. Blake always said he wanted to shove coal up my ass and make it a diamond. Maybe we should make sure your dick hasn’t turned into one.”
“Maybe you should.” Ryan grinned and opened his arm, welcoming Jordan to him. After the discussion of Mark, Ryan needed to feel Jordan’s warm body and hold him. A bi-curious male wasn’t going to be so brave in public, but Ryan needed to know where the limits started. “Come, I dare you to kiss me in broad day light.”