“What are you smiling at?” Drew’s voice was a little gravelly.
He walked back to the sofa, drawn by the sexy sound. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to live here, where it’s so beautiful. I love listening to the night sounds.” He knelt next to Drew, then slung one knee over to straddle the long legs. Resting his ass on muscled thighs, he let his hands play with the snap on Drew’s jeans.
“You’re lucky here. Back home, before I moved to my condo on the lakefront, I’d hear trucks, buses, cars with gangbanger music blasting from the windows, you name it.” Drew rolled his head on the sofa back, sliding a glance toward the windows. “It really is peaceful. I noticed that first off.”
“Yeah? So, you do like it?” Was Drew actually going to say that he liked something about Asheville?
Drew pursed his lips, considering. His fingers were aimlessly sliding over Ridge’s T-shirt-covered torso. “Hmmm, I like how green it is. I can’t get over that. I’m so used to seeing asphalt and concrete around me. It really is different.” His hands slid under the T-shirt, and his fingers played.
Ridge sighed a low moan as those fingers pinched and pulled his tender bits. His head tipped forward so he could watch, teeth biting his lower lip. “What... what else do you like?”
“Well... I have to say I like southern cooking, now that I’ve discovered it.” Drew cocked his head, the expression on his face contemplative. “Huh. What else do I like?”
There was definitely a sly gleam in the turquoise eyes. Ridge was breathless as he struggled to stay upright on Drew’s lap. Those fingers were twisting and pulling and rubbing his tits, sending shafts of heat to his belly. “What -- a-about... the people -- here? An-anybody special so far?”
Drew met Ridge’s gaze as the long fingers stopped their teasing. His hands slid around to Ridge’s back, bringing Ridge flush with his chest, their lips just inches apart. “Yeah. There’s somebody special, all right.” One hand slid up through the neck of Ridge’s T-shirt to grab the back of his head, bringing their lips together. “One somebody special.” Their lips met as their eyes held each other.
Ridge felt a thrill run through him before his lids dropped and he began kissing Drew in earnest. He wrapped his arms tightly around the strong neck, driving his fingers through the silky, dark hair.
Drew rolled them both to the side, stretching out on the sofa, working his way between Ridge’s legs. “I do have to say, I don’t know what it is about you, but... I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m not sure I like that.” He propped himself up, elbows on either side of Ridge’s shoulders. “Why do you stay in my head?”
“Hmm. As in, I’m bothering you -- or as in, you’re helplessly, hopelessly attracted to me and you can’t stay away?”
With a groan, Drew frowned at him, then leaned down to kiss him thoroughly again. “As in, I wish I knew what the fuck I was doing.”
Pulling Drew’s stubborn head down again, Ridge whispered against the closed lips. “Quit bitching. You’re doing exactly what you want.” Opening his mouth, he pressed forward quickly, his tongue tangling briefly with Drew’s before retreating. “I kind of think you always do exactly what you want.” He claimed Drew’s mouth, tongue fucking deep. He slid one hand down to cup a muscled ass cheek, pulling Drew tightly to him.
Drew resisted stubbornly for several seconds before surrendering with a groan, his own tongue challenging as he ground his cock into Ridge. He reached back with his arms, one at a time, to pull Ridge’s knees up around his waist. Head lifting just a bit, he moved his mouth to the point between Ridge’s neck and shoulder, and his teeth played with the skin and muscle there. When Ridge gasped in anticipation, Drew pulled the skin up between his teeth and starting sucking strongly.
That got a grunt from Ridge, and Drew shoved one hand under Ridge’s back, sliding up to capture his hair and hold his head in place. Drew nipped and licked a path to the other side, and Ridge jerked his head a little, trying to give himself room to move.
“Drew!” he whimpered. He wrapped his legs around Drew, heels digging into the muscular ass. He lifted his hips up rhythmically, trying desperately to get the friction his cock needed. He pushed his hands down to rip open his jeans, succeeding in getting his zipper down and his hand around his cock. His lover lifted up enough to push Ridge’s hand away.
“Let me.” His dick was grasped and carefully tugged free. “Here... here. Don’t you want some of this?” The playful words were accompanied by a firm grip sliding up and down from base to tip, over and over.
Shifting onto one forearm, Drew moved back far enough to jerk up Ridge’s T-shirt, then grabbed Ridge’s cock once again. He lowered himself, his teeth seeking out and finding one flat nipple, tonguing the ring there.
Ridge’s body arched up in response, a hoarse cry coming out of his throat. God, he loved it when Drew bit and played with his tits. He’d never before realized how sensitive they were and how revved this kind of sport could get him. He grabbed Drew’s shirt, pulling on it in his excitement. “More... God, yes -- unh!”
“More what?” Drew transferred his mouth to the other teat, nibbling it and then sucking it into his mouth to soothe the burn.
“God! Drew, when you -- oh, God, more... bite me -- jeez, I love it when you do that!” His hands came up and grabbed Drew’s hair, meeting the heated turquoise gaze, jumping in with both feet. “Bite me, spank me -- make me take it,” he babbled desperately.
“Holy shit.” Drew jackknifed off the sofa and grabbed one of Ridge’s hands, yanking him up. He was dragged into the bedroom.
Drew halted at the side of the bed and started yanking off his clothes while he tersely ordered, “Get rid of those clothes -- now!” His eyes were a little wild.
Throwing their clothing to the floor, they finished at just about the same time. Drew once again grabbed Ridge’s hand and jerked forward, and Ridge ended up across his lap as he dropped to the side of the bed.
Ridge fell forward with a grunt, hands coming out to catch himself on the floor. He gulped at feeling so vulnerable, over Drew’s lap, with his ass in the air. “Uhh... oh, God, what am I doing?” Am I crazy? Drew’s hand came down with a sharp smack. “Ow! Ohhhhhh,” he moaned. “Stings!” And made his cock harder. He wriggled, trying to get some friction for his dick against Drew’s thigh. Another smack followed, then another. He moaned and groaned at each one, but his cock was leaking and he’d never been more excited in his life. He struggled to push his ass higher into the air.
Drew groaned. “God! The way you ask for it -- I... that’s it, baby, spread some more so I can... see -- oh, yeah, there...”
Ridge received a light smack along his crease, just above his balls. “Shit!” God almighty!
Drew rubbed his hand over Ridge’s hot cheeks, caressing where he’d just hit, then ran his fingers down the crease, pressing against Ridge’s fluttering hole. Knowing -- hoping -- more was coming, Ridge held his breath, head up as he looked blindly at the floor in front of him. When Drew’s hand came down again, it was in a little tap just touching his opening. Ridge yelled hoarsely, his head dropping down as he panted.
“Whoa!” Drew grabbed him as he almost slid to the floor and hauled him up onto the bed, shoving him onto his back, spreading his legs wide. Lunging for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, Drew moved back to kneel between Ridge’s bent knees.
Their eyes met. Ridge felt the burn of Drew’s gaze as it went down his body and back up again, pausing at his quivering dick, his taut belly, his chest rapidly lifting with his breaths. “Oh, you are so ready for this, aren’t you?” Drew palmed his cock, tugging it a couple of times as he stared at Ridge knowingly.
Ridge held his breath. “What are you...?” His words trailed off in a small screech as Drew lightly slapped his dick. “Oh, God!” He couldn’t believe how perverse that was and yet -- God, it made him hot!
Ridge shoved his hips up off the bed, spreading his thighs as far as they would go.
“God, you’re a lit
tle slut, aren’t you?” Drew said admiringly. “What do you want, baby?” He grasped Ridge’s cock and squeezed, milking it. “Christ! I love the way you ask for more.” He tugged once more. “What else can I give you?”
Ridge whispered one word. “Everything.”
With a groan, Drew dropped forward onto one arm, covering Ridge’s lips, fucking them with his tongue. His hand continued tugging and caressing, his thumb catching Ridge’s pre-come and spreading it around the silky soft head. “God...”
He sat back on his heels again, grabbing the lube, and this time dumping some on his fingers. He set two fingers against Ridge’s hole, pressing, “I like how you watch me.” His voice was low, and his gleaming eyes burned into Ridge as he pressed forward a little. “Do you want this? Huh?”
Nodding rapidly in desperation, Ridge sighed when Drew pushed both fingers in.
“Oh, that’s it, Ridge, let me in.”
Ridge was struck by the look on Drew’s face. He would have sworn that his lover was as caught up in this moment as he was. The intense concentration -- the focus, yeah, Drew could be obsessive about things, he’d seen evidence of that already, but this felt like... more.
Grunting as Drew pushed those fingers as deep as they would go, scissoring them and twisting, Ridge cried out again as Drew’s thumb rolled over his balls, gently pressing, pushing them in their sac.
“Another one?” Drew wiggled his fingers meaningfully.
Ridge nodded silently, his breath heaving in his chest. Reaching out blindly and grabbing another pillow, he shoved it behind him so he could see better.
He groaned when the third finger was pushed into his ass, loving the burn and the sensation of fullness. He loved the feel of all those fingers spreading him, opening him for his dominant lover. He rolled his head on the pillow as Drew took long minutes to stretch him open.
When Drew’s eyes rose to his again, he silently mouthed the word, “More.”
Swallowing deeply, Drew pulled his hand back and added more lube. He dropped one hand to the bed beside Ridge as he brought four fingers to bear.
Ridge’s head arched back and his arms spread on the bed as Drew pushed them slowly, so slowly, inside. He moaned at the feeling of fullness, the pinch and burn. “Oh, God. You... oh, God.” His hips rolled continually, fucking himself on Drew’s big fingers. He hissed in a breath as Drew nudged his prostate repeatedly.
“Christ, you’re hot,” Drew muttered. He pushed his fingers in and out, over and over again. “I can’t get enough of this, Ridge. I love how you let me open you up, how you take whatever I want to give.” Drew looked up and their eyes met again. “More, baby?”
Ridge struggled to answer, panting and writhing on the bed, feeling taken, mastered.
One word was all he could get out.
“More.”
Chapter 15
Love is a many splintered thing.
Ridge Huntington
At that one word, Drew felt his cock harden even further, the head leaking pre-come, dripping onto the comforter below.
“Holy shit.” He swallowed with difficulty. This man was his for the taking. God, he wanted to fuck Ridge so badly. He was shaking with it.
“God, the way you look.” He marveled at the sexual feast laid out before him. “I could... I need... God, you’re amazing. I have to--”
Ridge whimpered as Drew pulled back abruptly.
Drew scrambled to find a condom. “I know, shhh.” God, Ridge was burning him up. His blond lover was panting and moaning.
Suiting up in record time, Drew quickly lubed his dick with two swipes, then repositioned himself, using a hand to widen the spread of Ridge’s legs. “Keep them up.” He pushed one knee, then the other, up toward Ridge’s chest. Lowering his body, he lined up. He could feel the burning heat against the head of his dick. With a breathy moan, he began pressing inward, and he groaned, almost with a pained sound, as his dick passed through the tight ring guarding Ridge’s ass.
Gusting a sigh, he lowered his weight, one elbow at a time, then dropped his head to kiss Ridge as he slid further inside.
Just before their lips touched, Ridge whispered, “I love you.”
Shocked to his core, Drew could only stare helplessly. The tightness was back in his chest and he couldn’t breathe. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he hung there, frozen.
Ridge watched him with a tiny smile, pretty brown eyes searching.
He finally dropped his head to Ridge’s shoulder, hiding his face in the smooth skin there. “God, Ridge, I... I don’t... I need...” Just what in the hell was he supposed to say to that?
His cock knew what it needed though, as his hips began moving again, dick seeking relief. “Sweetheart, I... I really, really, need to be inside you right now.” He knew what to do for that. “I need to fuck you so bad,” he mumbled.
Ridge spread his legs, opening himself more. “It’s okay. I need it, too.”
Was Ridge comforting him? Shaken, Drew covered his man fully with his weight and slowly began driving his cock forward and back, balancing on his elbows, his thighs spread below Ridge’s. He felt Ridge’s hands slide down his back, caressing him, encouraging him to move faster.
One hand slid to his ass, the fingers feathering over his opening.
Drew couldn’t even find it in himself to tense up, though no other man had gained entrance there. Ever. He actually spread himself further, giving Ridge more access. He raised his head and met Ridge’s gaze, letting his lover know he was opening himself in every way.
“Drew.” Ridge responded swiftly by gathering him tighter to the lean body, then brought one hand up to Drew’s mouth, resting one finger against his lips.
Drew breathed in sharply through his nose before slowly relaxing his lips and opening up. His hips paused their motion. The lone finger pressed inside, and Drew sucked on it, watching Ridge as he did so. Then Ridge pulled out, that hand again sliding down his back to his ass. That wet finger pressed against his hole and, in a deliberate motion, stepping past his fear, Drew lifted his ass into the pressure, wanting Ridge to breach his hole.
His hips started to move again as he fucked Ridge, but now his ass was pushing back toward that finger on every stroke. His belly clenched in excitement at what he was doing, and he kept fucking helplessly as that finger slowly pushed inside him, opening him up.
When Ridge twisted it and hit his prostate, he screamed hoarsely and shot his load into the condom, jerking and groaning. His hole clamped down on that finger, and Ridge kept massaging his prostate all the way through his orgasm. Drew shuddered and moaned continually, his face buried once again in Ridge’s shoulder.
He tried to keep moving, to bring Ridge off, but he was held immobile by the pleasure cascading through him. “I can’t...”
Ridge pulled his finger out and used his other hand to grab his own cock, yanking rapidly. “Just -- just, God, right there, right there!” Panting, he kept pulling, while Drew tried to push deeper.
Sweating, head hanging just over Ridge’s face, Drew gritted his teeth and shoved one last time. When Ridge froze and grunted repeatedly, his ass spasming, Drew sighed gustily, dropping his full weight on Ridge, his strength completely gone. Christ.
***
Late the next morning, Ridge was still smiling when he woke. His body felt well used but replete; his mind was floating. They’d gone at it twice more during the night, Drew waking him up again to take him, this time from behind, and, just before dawn, Drew had awakened him with a blowjob. Drew. Giving him a blowjob. The mind boggled.
He was spread-eagle on the bed, the midday sun shining on his face and the cool air from the ceiling fan wafting over his naked body. He rolled his head to the side to search for Drew.
He didn’t see him, but he could hear pans banging in the kitchen. He arched his body in a stretch, groaning in pleasure as his ass moved on the bed.
“God in heaven.” Had he really blurted out how he felt? “That was either the dumbest thing I’ve eve
r done... or... I don’t really know what could be dumber.”
Sure, the sex was great -- okay, maybe monumental, not that he’d been such a player that he had a lot to compare. But still, was he now the world’s biggest idiot?
What was he going to see when he found Drew? The other man could be so unpredictable. “Makes me kind of wish I had a back door.”
Last night, the emotions from Drew had run the gamut from jealousy to anger to need -- to vulnerability. The whole night had been a first for Ridge.
“He was pretty much on the ropes last night.” He contemplated Drew and vulnerability -- the two didn’t seem to go together. “Well, maybe now they do.” He was going to be positive about it. “You don’t ask, you don’t get.” Ridge had definitely learned that life lesson.
I mean, really. The man let me in last night -- in more ways than one. How else could he describe the way Drew had looked at that moment when all the camouflage had fallen away and he’d seen the real man?
Convinced he was on the right track, Ridge rolled to his side and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He paused a moment, feeling twinges everywhere, his body reminding him of just how acrobatic they’d been the night before. Allowing himself a satisfied smirk, he sat a minute or two, absorbing the quiet and the sunshine of the summer morning before he pushed himself to his feet and headed to the bathroom. Ridge groaned again at the feeling in his ass; the ache and the memory of why it ached sent a tingle to his balls. His breath hitched for a moment.
Walking to the shower, he reached in and turned on the water before stepping over to use the toilet.
When the water had warmed up, he pulled open the clear glass door and stepped in. He turned under the hot spray, soaking his hair and lathering it up with shampoo. He couldn’t be bothered to move too quickly, so his fingers slide slowly back and forth on his scalp, massaging. Finally turning to rinse his hair, he grabbed the loofah and poured gel onto it.
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