A Wild Ride

by Andrew Grey

  Dante shivered and his legs began to jump. “I don’t think this is….”

  “Hey,” Ryan said firmly, but softly, “I would never hurt you.” God, he hoped not. He never wanted to hurt anyone. “But I’m going to give you what you need more than anything right now.” Ryan kissed him and pressed for entrance, and Dante wrapped his arms around Ryan’s neck, pulling him closer, and then opened to him. Up until that moment Ryan hadn’t been completely sure, but he could feel Dante surrendering to him. Ryan surged into Dante’s mouth, possessing him quickly before sucking Dante’s tongue into his own mouth. He kept his weight off Dante for fear of hurting him, and that control, that limited contact, was about the only thing keeping him from losing his cool. Well, that and his memory of the last time something like that had happened.

  Dante moaned softly, and Ryan backed the kiss away just a touch, letting Dante know who was in charge. Carefully, so he wouldn’t collapse onto Dante’s injured body, Ryan reached to Dante’s towel and pulled it open, spreading the fabric out on the bed. Then he slowly gentled the kiss, moved back, and stood up. “Fuck, you’re something else,” Ryan said softly. Dante reached for the towel, probably feeling exposed since he was naked and hard—throbbing, to be precise—and Ryan was still dressed. “No,” Ryan whispered. “I want to see you.” Dante swallowed hard, but he released the edge of the towel.

  “Are these the sort of games you play?” Dante asked through breaths that sounded like he’d just run a race. He might have sounded confused, but his body knew exactly what it wanted. Ryan could see the ripples of energy running through him.

  “I don’t play games,” Ryan said, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt. “You already know that. You felt it in the way I kissed you. That wasn’t a game. That was real.” Ryan locked his gaze onto Dante’s as he finished with his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders, draping it over the back of the chair. “There are only two rules. One, I’m in charge, and two, no matter what, you don’t come until I say so. Understand?” Dante nodded. “You have to say it.”

  “Yes, I understand,” Dante said, shaking.

  “I don’t think you do,” Ryan said as he moved closer, stroking up Dante’s thighs. “This isn’t about you being my submissive or me being your Dom. I hate labels, and they don’t mean shit. This is about you surrendering the control you’re so desperately clinging to for a little while. So while we’re here, I’m in control, and all you’re supposed to do is listen to my voice and feel. Let go of everything.” Dante quivered when Ryan slowly stroked up his chest, lightly bumping his fingers over his nipples. “I will not hurt you, but I will try to bring you as close to nirvana as I possibly can. Okay?”

  Chapter 3

  “YES,” Dante answered quickly, his mind already racing in a million directions. “But why are you still dressed?” he asked.

  “To remind you that I’m in control,” Ryan whispered before leaning so close Dante could feel his breath on his lips. Instinctively Dante knew not to touch, but to wait for Ryan and let him be the guide. “Close your eyes,” Ryan told him softly. “Good.” Ryan took Dante’s hand, moving it upward until it connected with Ryan’s skin. Slowly Ryan moved it back and forth in even, languid motions. “Just feel, Dante,” Ryan said and released Dante’s hand. Dante continued the movement. He traced the thick hair on Ryan’s pecs and then down his belly. He could see in his mind where the jet-black hair he’d seen sculpted and tapered as it reached Ryan’s belt. Smooth skin alternated with soft hair, and then back to smooth.

  “See what your body will show you,” Ryan said. Ryan stilled Dante’s hand, bringing it over his heart, and Dante felt the weight on the bed shift. Then he was being kissed again. “Open for me,” Ryan said, then he surged his tongue into Dante’s mouth. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” Ryan said as his weight shifted off the bed again. The jangle of a belt followed by a zip told Dante what was happening. “Keep your eyes closed,” Ryan said.

  “But I want to see you,” Dante countered softly, his eyes still closed. The room became completely silent—no movement, no sound, nothing other than the air-conditioning.

  “You’ll see me,” Ryan whispered into Dante’s ear. “Your body will see me when I’m fucking you.” Dante’s cock throbbed hard and he opened his mouth, breathing deeply and steadily to keep himself under control. “You don’t need a blindfold, do you? You’ll keep your eyes closed for me?”

  “Yes. As long as you don’t stop, yes,” Dante said.

  “Sweetheart, I have no intention of stopping,” Ryan whispered and then kissed him hard once again. This time Ryan seemed to be holding back, and Dante let his tongue explore, taking in the nearly overwhelmingly deep, rich, and slightly minty flavor. Dante brought his arms up and around Ryan’s neck, using them to lift himself so he could get more of what he needed. But it was Ryan who pulled away and eventually broke the kiss.

  Ryan climbed on the bed—Dante felt it shake—and then Dante felt Ryan’s hands on either side of his shoulders. Dante jumped when Ryan licked down his chest to a nipple and then began sucking and lightly scraping the skin with his teeth. “Fuck,” Dante moaned, thrusting his hips forward, wanting his dick to get in on the action.

  “I’m in control, remember? You’ll get what you want when I’m ready to give it to you. When you’re ready for it.” There seemed to be a hint of amusement in Ryan’s voice, and he went back to his torture of first one nipple and then the other.

  Ryan’s tongue disappeared from his skin and the bed shifted once again. “Are you trying to torture me?” Dante asked. He knew that Ryan had his knees on either side of his head, spread apart—he could feel them. Which meant Ryan’s cock was right above Dante’s face. He could probably open his mouth and stick out his tongue to taste the heavenly flesh, but he didn’t. Instead he inhaled. “Fuck,” he moaned at the intense musk that threatened to overwhelm his senses.

  “Not yet,” Ryan said. “But I am going to taste you. Remember, you aren’t to come until I say, and if you open your eyes, I will get up and you’ll immediately get dressed and leave, understand?”

  “Yes,” Dante breathed, and he thought he felt Ryan quiver.

  “Good,” Ryan said before licking down Dante’s stomach and then sliding his lips around the head of Dante’s cock. Dante tried to resist the urge to thrust, but couldn’t help himself. Ryan’s lips slipped away. “If you want to thrust, that’s okay, but you are not to come under any circumstances.”

  “Fuuuuck,” Dante growled when Ryan took him deep, swirling his tongue around the head and shaft. “How can anyone not come?” Dante asked as he gripped the bedding, pressing his head back into the mattress. In his mind’s eye he could almost see Ryan’s cock just above his lips. He longed to tilt his head upward and swallow it down. He also longed to watch his own cock disappearing between Ryan’s full, sculpted lips. He wanted to fuck that mouth while running his hands through Ryan’s thick hair. His body damned near went into overdrive, and he could already feel his control slipping. Then Ryan backed away.

  Dante wasn’t sure if he should groan or sigh. He was already balancing on a knife’s edge and his blood raced in his ears. “Roll over right where you are,” Ryan said as he climbed off the bed. Dante complied, and even though he’d heard Ryan’s footsteps, he still jumped a little when Ryan touched his leg. “That’s it,” Ryan whispered into his ear before sucking on it. “That was the appetizer.” Ryan kissed down his neck, across Dante’s shoulders and down his spine. The energy and zing increased as Ryan kissed lower and lower.

  “What are you doing?” Dante asked even as he lifted his hips off the bed.

  Ryan gripped Dante’s butt cheeks, massaging them, licking them, biting them. “Damn, you have a great ass,” Ryan whispered, sucking on one of his cheeks, and Dante moaned loudly, the sound echoing in his ears. Ryan spread his cheeks, and Dante felt Ryan’s tongue slide down the small of his back and along his crack to….

  “Jesus fu
cking Christ!” Dante cried as he nearly came unglued. Somehow he remembered to keep his eyes closed and to breathe as Ryan probed him deep and hard. “You….” He gasped. “You’re….” He gasped again, trying to get his mind around what Ryan was doing to him and how he was making him feel. “How?”

  Ryan stopped. “No one has ever done this to you before?” Dante shook his head. “Then hold onto the bedding, because I’m taking you to the moon.” Dante felt Ryan bury his face. He cried out loud and steady as Ryan fucked him deep, hard, hot, and wet with his tongue. Dante was shaking so badly he didn’t know which way was up.

  “Fuuuucck,” Dante moaned long and loud as he collapsed flat on the bedding. “Please, Ryan, I don’t know how much more I can take.” Dante’s cock throbbed with each touch, and the bedding rubbed him just right. There was no way he could hold on. He tried thinking unsexy thoughts, but then Ryan would bury his face on Dante’s ass again and that was all he could think about, all he could concentrate on, and he was going out of his mind. Dante reached up and grabbed a pillow. He buried his face in it and screamed as Ryan’s tongue was replaced by a long, thick finger sliding deep into him and then pulling away. “Are your eyes still closed?” Ryan asked softly.

  “Yes,” Dante whined like a child. He felt Ryan lean over him, and then Ryan kissed him.

  “You’re one handsomely beautiful man,” Ryan told him as he rubbed up and down Dante’s back. He felt Ryan’s breath in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, and you aren’t to come until I tell you.”

  “Yes,” Dante said.

  “Do you want me like this?”

  Dante tried to answer, but his voice escaped him. Ryan tugged him down to the end of the bed, and Dante heard a foil package tear. Ryan slid one finger, slick and cool, into him, and Dante hitched his breath in blessed anticipation. When Ryan slipped the finger away, Ryan pressed to him. Dante held his breath as Ryan breached him and then slowly slid into his body.

  “Mother of God, I wasn’t expecting to be fucked by the bull,” Dante cried, arching his back. “No wonder the fuck you wouldn’t let me see it.” He let his mouth fall open as Ryan filled him fuller than he’d ever been in his life. “Ohhh fuuuucking God,” Dante drawled long and low as he felt Ryan settle all the way inside him and then hold still.

  Ryan spread his body over his, and Dante felt him kiss his neck. “You can feel everything, can’t you?” Ryan whispered. “Feel my mouth on your cock, my tongue on your perfect, tight hole, my cock inside you. You can feel all of it right now all together, can’t you?”

  “Fucking hell yes,” Dante answered as Ryan slowly began to move. Dante arched his back, and Ryan held him, stroking his chest. His senses had long ago gone into overdrive. Ryan licked his skin and sucked on Dante’s ear as he fucked him faster and faster.

  “You remember the rule?”

  “Fucking hell, yes,” Dante ground out between his teeth as Ryan moved faster and faster, fucking him so hard and deep he’d feel it into next month. “Please,” Dante begged. “I gotta come.”

  “Not yet,” Ryan told him, sliding his hand down Dante’s belly before closing his fingers around his cock. “You can come if you want, but if you hold out, I’ll swallow you whole.”

  Dante shivered as Ryan dragged his cock over his prostate, and even though his eyes were still closed, he saw fucking stars. “Jesus Christ,” Dante cried, sweat breaking out all over him as he remained balanced on the knife’s edge like he had for what seemed like the past hour. Ryan’s breathing became ragged and his thrusting irregular. He thrust deep and then stilled, his cock jumping inside Dante’s body.

  Ryan collapsed forward onto the bed and didn’t move at first, but then he slowly pulled out of Dante’s ass. They were both breathing like marathoners, and every inch of Dante’s skin tingled. “Please,” he gasped.

  “Roll over,” Ryan told him softly. “Open your eyes.”

  Dante cracked his eyes open for the first time in God knew how long. Ryan leaned forward, kissing him hard before backing away. Dante got his first look at Ryan naked, but he already knew everything, from Ryan’s sculpted chest hair that narrowed toward his clipped pubes to his massively thick cock. He already knew what Ryan looked like and smelled like, even what he tasted like.

  Slowly, Ryan leaned forward. Dante watched open-mouthed as Ryan paused over his cock. “Come for me, Dante,” Ryan said and then swallowed his cock in one swift movement. Dante was so hyped up, so on fire, that within seconds he screamed and filled Ryan’s mouth with his release as every nerve in his body fired all at once. Tears filled his eyes and he shook uncontrollably as his orgasm went on and on.

  Dante wondered if the intensity would ever end. He floated, and for a long time, his eyes remained closed, this time because he didn’t have the energy to open them. The bed shifted, and he still didn’t move. Ryan lightly stroked his chest, and he didn’t move. All he did was breathe and let his mind drift. The aching bruises and pain from his shoulder were gone, masked by waves of endorphins that flowed through his body. God, he wished he could always feel this way, this free and relaxed, this safe and happy.

  “I have you,” Ryan whispered, and then Dante felt him gently lifting his head before cradling it. “Just relax and go with it.” Ryan stroked his hair, and Dante might have made some sound of agreement, he wasn’t sure. He meant to, but it might not have come out.

  Dante started slightly as the pain began to return. He wasn’t sure how long it had been gone. It was difficult to remember a time when he hadn’t felt pain, but his constant companion had just disappeared at least for a while.

  “You’re okay,” Ryan whispered, and then Dante felt Ryan’s lips on his, the kiss gentle and soft. “Shift up.”

  Dante did as he was instructed and the bedding covered him. Dante heard Ryan moving around the hotel room, and then the light switched off. He opened his eyes and watched as Ryan’s figure moved in the darkness, lifting the covers before climbing into the bed next to him. “I should….”

  “Close your eyes and rest. That’s what you need. Everything else will wait until morning,” Ryan said very softly as he rolled onto his side and gently curled to Dante’s back. With the lights out and the room quiet, Dante shivered and then began to shake. If he felt it, Ryan didn’t say anything, but he did hold him a little closer, and only then did Dante risk wiping the moisture that ran down his cheeks.

  DANTE dozed off a few times, but otherwise spent time listening to Ryan’s soft snores. He half expected the other man, Jacky, he thought his name was, to come in, but no one disturbed them. Eventually, Ryan rolled over and away from him, and Dante figured this was his chance. He had to get out of here. There was no way in hell he could face Ryan in the harsh light of day. Not with the way he’d completely come apart in Ryan’s arms. Fuck, he’d actually cried, for Christ’s sake. How on earth could he handle that in the morning over coffee or something? No fucking way. As he thought about what they’d done and how it had felt, he felt his eyes begin to water again, and he wouldn’t let anyone see him that way.

  He carefully lifted the covers and slowly got out of the bed, making sure he made no quick or jarring movements. Ryan continued his soft snoring without interruption. Once Dante had put the covers back in place, he hurried to the bathroom to retrieve his clothes, thankful he wouldn’t have to try to hunt them up from the floor. Dante silently closed the door and felt his way into his clothes. Once dressed, Dante opened the bathroom door and quietly made his way toward his escape.

  “Didn’t anyone teach you any manners?” Ryan asked groggily from the bed, and Dante stopped in his tracks, swallowing hard. There was no way he could explain why he was leaving and keep his dignity intact. He’d completely come apart for Ryan and… Dante shook his head and slowly moved back toward the bed.

  “I didn’t want to wake you, but I have to go,” Dante whispered without providing any explanation. Ryan sat up, the white bedding slipping away from his chest.

  “I understand,” Ry
an told him with a soft sigh, and the thought that he might really understand and see what was bothering Dante scared him half to death. Why was it this guy seemed to see inside him? All he could think was that he had to get out, away, and back to the familiar, back to where he was in charge. Ryan reached for him, and Dante went without thinking and was engulfed in a warm hug. “I hope you find what it is you’re looking for and what you need.” Ryan then kissed him, and Dante felt Ryan stroke along his cheek with his thumb. Dante pulled away and swallowed hard as he hurried toward the door. “Good-bye, Dante,” Ryan said as Dante opened the door.

  He paused, the light from the hall spilling into the room. He actually considered walking back into that hotel room, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Dante knew who he was: a bull rider and one of the toughest guys out there. He could take whatever life dished out, no matter what. Hell, he’d already been through hell more than once and come through it alive. But the thought of what Ryan represented scared the shit out of him. A stranger, a perfect fucking stranger, had not only gotten through his defenses, he’d acted like they weren’t there at all.

  Dante slowly walked down the hotel hallway to the elevator and pushed the button. As he waited, he turned around, looking back toward Ryan’s door. Part of him hoped Ryan would come out, hurry down the hall, and lead him back.

  The hallway remained still, and the elevator dinged as it reached the floor and the doors silently slid open. Dante stepped inside and pushed the button for the ground floor. The doors slid closed and the car began to descend. Dante closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, breathing deeply and steadily, trying to catch his breath, but he couldn’t seem to. Once he reached the lobby, he hurried out to his truck as fast as he could. By the time he pulled open the door and climbed inside the truck, his chest felt as though it were being squeezed. Dante leaned on the steering wheel, breathing hard and deep, forcing air into his lungs as he pushed away the abyss of loss that threatened to overwhelm him. He’d only met Ryan a few hours ago, and yes, they’d had sex that had completely fried his brain… but how could he feel like he was doing something he’d regret? “It was only sex with a near stranger,” he told himself, trying to get the words to sink in, but it didn’t work. Dante kept breathing, and the wave of panic eventually passed. He’d had an incredible night, but it was over, and it was time for him to return to reality.