by Mia Downing
Shit. Jordan swallowed again, nervous as hell but so damned excited. No one had ever made him ask for anything this much. Not since Kindergarten. “Would you get on the hammock, please?”
“Why, Jordan?” Ryan’s voice was deceptively soft, but Jordan sensed the steel beneath. Ryan’s hand was still wrapped around Jordan’s shaft, stroking, his other hand gently massaging his balls.
“I want to suck your cock.”
“Want?” Ryan chuckled. “I didn’t hear a question or a please in that.”
“Can I please suck your cock?”
“Why, Jordan? Why not take the pleasure I’m offering?”
“I…” How to word this without being demanding? Jordan decided to go with honesty. “I’ve never done it before. I’m nervous, but I want to give you pleasure like you gave me last night. Like you gave me a moment ago.”
“Get up,” Ryan commanded softly.
Jordan slid off the hammock, steadying himself by holding the edge.
“On your knees.”
Jordan sucked in a breath at the mental image. So tempting, so submissive. Scary and exciting all at once. “I’d rather have you in the hammock.”
“Of course, you would. You’d be above me, and you’d still have some power.” Ryan stepped closer, his breath hot on Jordan’s neck. “I want you on your knees, my hands in your hair, and I want you to suck me for everything you’re worth. Every fucking dollar.”
“Christ,” Jordan said on a pant, his veins humming with blood that raced at top speed, his heart hammering out a ferocious pace. “Ryan—”
“On your knees, Jordan. I won’t ask again.”
As badly as he wanted to disobey, Jordan found himself needing Ryan to take control from him. A shiver raced up Jordan’s spine as he tentatively dropped to his knees in the sand, his face at Ryan’s crotch level. Hands trembling, Jordan tugged at the waistband of Ryan’s swim trunks, easing them down, his rock-hard cock snapping free in the moonlight.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes.” Surprisingly, Jordan did, much in the same way he had once relished a woman’s readiness. Ryan’s dick was hard for him, seeping pre-cum in the silver, shimmering light because of him, not someone else. Even in a position of submission, he embraced the subtle power, knowing that when Ryan came it would be his gift, despite being on his knees to get it. But being on his knees made it that much more exciting, the gift that much sweeter.
“Suck me,” Ryan ordered, sinking his hand into Jordan’s shorter hair, guiding his mouth to the tip of his cock.
Jordan closed his eyes, opened his mouth and took in just the head, tasting Ryan’s flesh. The tip of his cock was spongy and salty, tasting very much like the rest of Ryan. Actually, Ryan tasted fucking amazing. Braver, Jordan used his tongue and explored, knowing he could suck Ryan for everything he was worth and then some.
Jordan sucked in a bit more, liking the way the head nudged the roof of his mouth. The skin felt different between his lips, soft and sliding, the steel of the shaft hot beneath his tongue. A vein throbbed along the underside, the pulse increasing with each suck. Could he take more? Jordan sucked in deep, cheeks hollow, mouth almost to the base but he gagged.
Ryan eased out some. “Relax your throat and you can take more, but don’t feel you have to. The best sensation’s at the head. But you know that,” Ryan instructed, his hand still in Jordan’s hair. “It feels amazing just like this. I love your mouth, Jordan.”
Amazing. Jordan had never wanted praise more. Withdrawing back to the tip, he rimmed the corona, his tongue exploring that sensitive vee of flesh, then the slit at the top of the glans. He cupped Ryan’s balls, his thumb massaging the sweet spot underneath.
“Fuck,” Ryan groaned, his hands tighter in his hair, fingers massaging his scalp, and then tugging. “So close,” he uttered, muscles stiffening.
Jordan sucked harder, pulling his shaft deeper, his lips touching his own hand at the base. He worked his thumb on that sweet spot below Ryan’s sac, felt the pulse there growing.
“Keep me in deep. It’s easier to swallow,” Ryan whispered, his words tense. He panted a few breaths. Jordan stroked his hand harder, taking more of his shaft in deeper. So close, because of him. “You ready?”
God, yes. Jordan moaned around Ryan’s thick shaft, wanting to taste him fully, for Ryan to claim his mouth. In the back of his mind floated ‘what if,’ but he shoved it aside. He could do this.
“Jordan,” Ryan moaned and came, spurting deep in the back of his throat, hot and wet.
Jordan swallowed, pumping as the stream came again and again, the intensity lessening with each wave, his hand pumping the shaft dry. Intense pleasure rocked through his core, gripping at his groin, joining smug satisfaction at making Ryan come. That was better than making a woman come in his mouth. Tons better.
“My God. You’re worth billions, aren’t you?” Ryan caressed his head lovingly, his hands gentle on his jaw, at his nape. He tugged Jordan to his feet by his hair, his lips closing in once Jordan stood. There was no gentleness in this kiss, either. Ryan’s lips were hard and possessive, tasting of good rum, promising more good things to come.
Ryan broke the kiss and whispered in Jordan’s ear, “You want your reward? I’m going to let you fuck me.”
“Yes. Please.” Jordan trembled at the thought, his dick like throbbing concrete, a command not even his vocabulary at this point. Ryan had said he’d beg by seven. He was ready to start begging, relishing in Ryan’s dominance.
“On the hammock, on your back. Lay diagonally. I’ll be back with lube and condoms.”
Jordan took a quick drink of his rum punch, the alcohol and fruit mixing with the flavor of Ryan’s essence. He liked it. It surprised him, but he liked it. Then he did as he was told, stretching out in the darkness on the hammock, the sound of the waves almost drowned out by the hammering of his heart.
“Good man,” Ryan praised when he returned. He bent, his hand on Jordan’s thigh as his mouth closed over Jordan’s cock, sucking deeply, yanking the orgasm to the surface at the speed of light.
“Fuck, no, stop.”
“Excuse me?” Ryan’s hand closed around Jordan’s shaft at the base, the pace up and down way too quick. “Did you just order me to do something?”
“Please, stop?” So close, way too fucking close this quickly. Jordan grabbed the mesh of rope in his hands, clenching tight. Somehow he stopped the orgasm, beating it back. Jordan panted, trying to wrench his cock out of Ryan’s hand. He wanted to come deep in Ryan’s ass, not all over his hand.
“Beg, Hill,” Ryan whispered. “How bad do you want my ass? I’ll keep you here, on the brink, all night.”
“Fuck.” Jordan moaned, and Ryan returned his talented mouth to the base of his cock, sucking for more than Jordan was worth. Sweat broke out over his body, the dampness chilly in the light breeze. “Please.”
Jordan’s cock popped free, and Ryan’s hot mouth nipped at his inner thigh. Jordan jumped. “Please what?”
“I would fuck your ass if you’d let me, please.”
“I bet you would.” Ryan rolled a condom onto Jordan’s cock and lubed him up. Jordan’s thighs quaked, and he tensed every muscle to keep from losing control. Gently, Ryan climbed on, straddling Jordan’s thighs, the hammock swaying. “If I ride you, will you buck like Trigger?”
“Hell, yes.” Jordan swallowed. “If you want me to.”
“No. You’ll lie still. No bucking. I’ll ride you, at my speed, for my pleasure. If you buck, you’ll dump us out, so don’t move.”
Jesus, his cock was so hard, bobbing in anticipation, hating the control Ryan had, yet loving every second of it.
Ryan must have seen something in his expression, highlighted in moonbeams, because Ryan shook his head. “Give over, Jordan. I want you to moan and scream, and I want you to beg me for release. I’ve come. I don’t care how long it takes. You ready?”
Jordan nodded, swallowing, taking that last mental step to be at
Ryan’s ultimate mercy. Ryan rose on his knees and guided Jordan’s cock between his ass cheeks, slipping the head up and down, lubing his tight hole. He sank down, the tip inching in, past the ring of muscles. Blowing a breath out, Ryan sank again, the hammock swaying ever so gently under the exertion. The tightness, the heat, even through the condom…Jordan moaned, fighting the urge to buck his hips and sink root-deep.
“Be still, Jordan,” Ryan coaxed, his voice as tight as his hard-again cock. He dipped forward, the hardness of his shaft rubbing up Jordan’s stomach.
“I want to fuck you,” Jordan growled, his balls tight.
“I know you do, but that’s a treat you’ll have to wait for,” Ryan soothed. He sank that last inch so Jordan was lodged fully in his tight ass. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”
Jordan tried to buck, and the hammock swayed dangerously.
Ryan laughed and leaned in to nip Jordan’s tight nipple, drawing the tiny peak under his tongue. “Nope, not that way.”
“Fuck me,” Jordan whispered, panting, desperate. His cock needed movement.
“Still sounds like a command. Commands mean I inch off.” To prove his point, Ryan rose on his knees again, Jordan’s shaft leaving the sanctuary of his tight hole inch by inch.
Jordan licked his lips, terrified in a turned-on way. “Please? I would like you to move.”
“I was moving,” Ryan taunted, sliding off another inch.
“Please sink down on me. Please, Ryan. My fucking balls can’t take much more.”
“Well, if your fucking balls are begging…” Ryan laughed and sank down fully, his own balls nestled against Jordan’s groin. He pitched forward and laced his fingers in Jordan’s, pinning him down. “You ready? Because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“God, yes, please.” Jordan’s cock pulsed in response, greedy to be ridden.
“Lay still,” Ryan warned and claimed Jordan’s lips in a hot, all tongue kiss. His hips began the ancient slide, his ass coursing up and down Jordan’s slick shaft. Up, down, the muscles squeezing, gripping Jordan’s cock like a hot iron fist that refused to let up.
Jordan tensed, the hammock swinging, his hands clutching Ryan’s in frank desperation. He felt as if a tidal wave was looming, just off the beach, ready to sweep in and claim them both, and only Ryan’s ass kept him anchored.
So helpless under Ryan’s hard body, his muscular thighs gripping his hips tight, his chest pressing down, trapping Jordan. Ryan’s mouth offered its own brand of sweet punishment, his tongue lashing, tangling, dueling, demanding he keep up the pace. Jordan’s tongue was the only thing he was allowed to move, to control.
Jordan willed the orgasm to surface, but Ryan’s talented hips knew when to hold off, so only the gentle sway of the hammock stimulated motion.
Ryan broke the kiss, panting. “Beg for release.”
“Fuck, no.” Jordan fought it, panicking for just a moment at the depth of control Ryan held over him. Too much. Way too much.
“Think how good it will feel to come, to fill my ass? I know you want to. Let loose, Jordan. Give me the power.” Ryan kissed his lips quickly. “Look at me.”
Jordan met his gaze, the moonlight offering just enough to see the lust and need in Ryan’s eyes. He needed this control as much as Jordan needed to release it. Jordan gripped Ryan’s fingers tighter, clenching as his cock begged silently for the release his mouth refused to ask for.
“You can do this,” Ryan breathed in his ear, sliding again, stirring his orgasm to new heights. “Give me the power. I promise not to abuse it. Only give you the sweetest pleasure. Give in, Jordan.”
Jordan could do this, too. He wanted to, so badly, to let Ryan in. It felt right. The pleasure would be fucking amazing. Every bone, muscle, tendon in Jordan’s body relaxed, and he closed his eyes. “Let me come, please,” Jordan managed. He trembled, his balls tightening until they felt blue and suffocated, wanting to explode. “Please. I’m yours. I’ll do anything. Please.”
Ryan kissed him, this time in a gentle press of hard lips, more of a reward than anything. “Come for me, Jordan.”
Jordan groaned and the tidal wave crashed. His ass clenched as the wave overtook him, the pleasure greater than any orgasm he’d ever experienced. He bucked just once, enough to seat Ryan deep as he shot into his quivering, spasming ass.
“Ryan,” he moaned, unable to help himself, needing to hear his lover’s name, to remind him who owned him at this split second in time.
“Fuck, yes.” Ryan came, too, his cum hot on Jordan’s stomach. Ryan grunted and leaned forward, their fingers still intertwined, kissing his lips with something that tasted like reverence.
Fucking amazing, all of it. Ryan kissed Jordan’s neck and then tucked his head there on Jordan’s shoulder. They lay like that for what seemed like forever, lulled by the gentle crashing of waves. Ryan’s breathing finally returned to normal in soft puffs across his chest.
“Thank you,” Jordan said when he wasn’t quite so overwhelmed by the emotions.
“See how good it can be when you meet the challenge?” Ryan asked, his tone smug as he kissed Jordan’s lips.
“It was fucking amazing.” Jordan didn’t want it to end but felt his cock softening, still lodged in Ryan’s ass. Maybe someday, they could do this without a condom, and Jordan could fall asleep, his cock still deep in Ryan’s ass, or vice versa. “Did we burn dinner?”
Ryan shifted and let Jordan’s cock fall free. “No, I took the food out when I went in for lube.” He kissed Jordan again, his lips lingering and gentle. “Let’s swim quickly to rinse off, and then eat.”
Though he had just had the most incredible orgasm, a part of Jordan wanted more. More of Ryan and his commanding tone, more submission. More…freedom. “You think it’s seven? I think my dick will spring up like Pavlov’s dog at seven, just because.”
Ryan laughed. “I’ll fuck you after dinner again, greedy man. Like I said, it’s seven somewhere.”
“Keep this up, and I may come around to your way of thinking.”
Ryan smiled and slid off the hammock, reaching for Jordan’s hand. “One can only hope.”
Chapter Eight
Ryan woke first, the early morning breeze too much for his bare skin. He rolled and covered Jordan with the sheet, careful not to disturb the intertwining of their legs with his movements. Jordan, so handsome, conflicted, and sad. Definitely sad, and echoes of Jordan’s grief could be seen and heard often, in a fleeting flicker of pain, in the hoarseness of his voice.
Ryan wanted to stroke Jordan’s cheek but resisted. Already his face was taking on a healthier glow instead of that pale, translucent look from too much florescent lighting. His laugh had come quicker yesterday, his sense of humor delightfully warped. Jordan had been courteous to everyone, polite. He took direction well even when way the fuck out of his element, like at the coral reef or as he galloped Brownie down the beach for the first time, his eyes alive with pure joy.
And Jordan was generous, especially with his body. The fact that Jordan Hill, powerful business mogul was submissive and had given up his sexual power was beyond mind-blowing. Touching, because Ryan would bet a case of kava root it wasn’t something Jordan had done before. Maybe he’d come close with his fuck friend, but he’d never totally submitted.
Jordan was a guy, so he had his faults. Bossy. Quick to judge at times. Smug. Neat freak. But down deep, Jordan was a good man, one that Blake had trusted with his life, had loved deeply, beyond the familial bond. Ryan felt all this, felt the aching hole in his heart healing and filling in with something huge. He hadn’t felt this since Mark’s death, and it was scary. That something wonderful was like cake icing to his heart, oozing over it in such a short amount of time that it left him breathless and doubtful.
Unfortunately, Ryan knew he was fucked.
Today, they’d set Blake free. Ryan had planned a bit of a ceremony, something Blake would want to make his homecoming perfect. Ryan would make love to Jordan one
last time, and then he’d send Jordan back to the hotel. One more night wouldn’t change a damned thing except for smoothing out the sweet frosting Jordan had used to patch Ryan’s damaged heart back together.
Then Monday, Jordan would bring the paperwork to sell everything.
Ryan studied Jordan, feeling so raw. Tomorrow he’d feel worse. Not enough time. Not nearly enough time to show Jordan how to live, to let him see that the island was his dream. Blake had known time was critical, had told him this before he’d gone off to the States to die. Ryan wished Jordan could be his dream, too. Though they’d joked about Jordan living here, the idea of the house being empty Monday morning unsettled him. He’d been alone for so long, and now that his heart and space were filled with joy, he wanted more. Selfishly.
“Hey,” Jordan whispered, his eyes sleepy and sexy, all at the same time. They’d made love several times last night after the hammock, reaching for each other when arousal hit, easing the need until they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. A perfect way to spend a Saturday night.
“Hey, yourself.” Ryan cleared his throat, his voice a little raspy as he rolled onto his stomach, pinning his growing hard-on underneath him. He would allow himself the luxury of Jordan’s company for the day, revel in the closeness so he’d have memories to keep when he was shifting his life to somewhere else. He didn’t know if the tentative bonds of friendship would last through the sale, but the memories would satisfy his cock. “Ready for shower sex?”
Jordan rolled onto his stomach, mirroring Ryan, and stretched. “I hope you drop the soap.”
“Hoping to ogle my ass, are you?” Ryan reached over and slapped Jordan’s ass, loving how his cheeks clenched, the muscles firm.
“I’m ogling now.”
“I don’t think you asked permission for that,” Ryan chided softly.
Jordan grinned and smacked Ryan’s ass with his palm, the sting making his cock jerk. “Nope. I’m taking my pleasure on this one. Got an issue with that?”
“No.” Ryan rose and held out a hand to Jordan. “But later, I just might.”