Chapter 16 #2
Ryder might have rolled his eyes at his twin running off for wild sex but, in this, Ryder seemed more like Roper than not. He knew the cowboy was angry, but he didn’t want that energy in their bed.
He needed to change the narrative a little.
He grabbed Ryder’s wrists and pulled them away from his ass, holding on tight. “You’re mine right now, cowboy. This is my room. Nobody else belongs here.”
“What?” He got an utterly confused glance. “I don’t understand.”
“You’re angry, and I sympathize. I want to make sure you’re leaving that at the door.”
Ryder stepped back, sighed. “Oh. Oh, right. I—Maybe I should take a shower before we get busy.”
He eased up on Ryder’s wrists and curled an arm around the cowboy’s back. “Maybe we can start this with a shower together.”
“Sure. Totally.” Ryder sat in the chair and started toeing off his boots.
“Have I hurt your feelings? I want you, Ryder. Absolutely. And I want us to be present with each other.”
“No. No, I’m just…” Ryder sucked in a breath, then let it out. “Ramped up. I’m just really ramped up.”
“I know, and I don’t mind. But I want you ramped up over me. So let me do what I promised and make sure I’m all you’re thinking about.” He toed off his shoes and tugged his shirt over his head.
Ryder stripped down, carefully hanging his dress shirt and jeans, undershirt, briefs and socks stowed away.
He wished he understood better what Ryder needed.
He had this awful feeling that he wasn’t doing enough right now.
“You handled yourself so well tonight. You stood your ground, you helped your brother make a good decision, and you didn’t rip that awful man’s head off.
I can see that it wasn’t easy for you. I’m proud of you. ”
“Thank you, Sir. It wasn’t. He’s a skeeze, but it’s done now.”
“It is. It’s done. And now we can enjoy each other.” He caught Ryder’s chin in his fingers and tried a smile. “Unless you’d rather finish the M they were curious and careful. “I love how you touch me.”
“I like being able to touch. You have a fine body.” It didn’t sound like an empty compliment.
Ryder still looked like he could get on a bull tomorrow. “Thank you. Your abs are like concrete.” He slid a hand over them, appreciating the ridges.
Ryder flexed for him, belly rolling so well that his fingers got caught for a second.
It was difficult to grasp that someone this beautiful, and this compatible, had just fallen into his path. He took a kiss, wanting more connection. The hot water was soothing his soul, but his body needed so much more.
Ryder was right there with him, kissing him slow and easy, letting things heat in a steady stream.
He placed a hand on Ryder’s chest and pressed him against the shower wall as their kiss grew deeper and hungrier.
He ached in the best way but made himself be patient a little longer.
Ryder’s cock, which had been flagging, began to fill for him, swelling and nudging his lower belly.
It made Charles smile, that hunger, the way Ryder gave him what he needed.
He’d meant what he’d said about being Ryder’s whole world. He wanted everything Ryder could see and Ryder’s every thought to be of him. He wasn’t selfish, and he’d make sure Ryder got absolutely everything he needed—all of himself in return.
He straightened up, and their hips met, cocks sliding together, and neither of them fought the urge to press closer.
“Think this is gonna become my favorite thing, ever,” Ryder murmured. “Showering with you.”
It did seem to do them both some good. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” The heat and the steam set the mood, but they could get clean together later too. “We can’t stay here forever, though. I have plans for us.”
Ryder gave him a wicked little grin. “Do you, now? I do like…plans.”
“Mhm. I’ll give you three guesses, and the first two don’t count.” He shut the water off and reached for their towels.
Ryder was absolutely, one hundred percent focused on him, eyes watching him like a hawk.
He wrapped one towel around his waist mostly to get it out of his hands, then spent a little time toweling his cowboy off. “This is really just so we don’t get the bed all wet.” And it let him keep touching and keep his lover warm.
“You’re spoiling me. I thought that was my job.”
“I suppose it is your job, but it’s absolutely my pleasure. And remember, we’re just us this weekend? You insisted.” He winked at Ryder, dropped the towel he was holding on the floor and unwrapped his.
“Mmhmm. You fired me. Now I’m just yours, all the time.” Ryder cupped his balls and rolled them, playing with him.
That made his toes curl, and he sucked in a breath. “That’s right. All the time.” He took a step, backing Ryder toward the bathroom door. “You don’t know how much I want you.”
“Show me?” Oh, that was…those two words, mixed with the way Ryder stared at him, made his heart pound.
“Uh-huh.” Charles looped an arm behind Ryder, lifting him slightly off his feet and set the cowboy down next to the bed. He was out of words, and he didn’t think it mattered. Nothing he could say would tell Ryder as much as his hands could.
As his kiss could.
As his cock could.
Ryder crawled up onto the bed, kneeling up tall, hands holding his head as they devoured one another.
He caught Ryder’s prick in his hand and stroked it slowly as they kissed. It was silky to the touch, warm and hard under the soft skin, and a little damp at the tip, enough that he could work it around with his thumb.
Ryder’s kiss began to get more heated, more hungry, the need obvious as hell.
They didn’t need to work up to anything; they were both already there. He pushed Ryder over, and he landed on his back among the pillows. He reached out his longer arms and grabbed the lube, tossing it next to Ryder.
Opening the box of condoms felt strange. He and Tad had never used them, and he was definitely out of practice.
“Is everything all right?” Ryder opened the lube, pulling the safety lid off.
He chuckled softly. “Oh, yes. I’m just an idiot. I haven’t used one of these in a very long time.”
“Would you like me to put it on you?”
“Mm. Sexy and helpful.” Charles handed one to Ryder. He was perfectly capable of putting on a condom, but Ryder liked helping, making things easier for him. And yes, the whole idea was hot besides.
Ryder opened the package and eased the condom over his cock, smoothing it down, fingers moving slowly over his shaft.
That steady touch was maddening, and it was all he could do not to thrust into those hot hands.
He looked between Ryder’s hands on his prick and the look of concentration on Ryder’s face, unsure which was more of a turn on.
He put a little pressure on Ryder’s knees, and the cowboy opened for him, then he picked up the lube and poured some on his fingers. “Just warming this up for you.”
God, he sounded like he’d been swallowing gravel.
“Mmhmm… I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” Ryder’s cock was bobbing over his belly, and his thighs were trembling under his touch.
“Soon, pup.” He winked at Ryder and dropped a hand between them, slick fingers gliding lightly over the cowboy’s ass. Keeping his self-control now would be a challenge, but Ryder deserved a slow, steady hand.
Ryder groaned, a dark, dull flush climbing up that perfect belly. “I’m so ramped up it’s like I’m fixin’ to ride.”
“You can if you like. Next time.” He added pressure with one finger and it slid up against Ryder’s tight little muscle so he worked that spot with the lube and more pressure until Ryder started to relax. “That’s it, I need to get you ready for me, cowboy.”
Ryder nodded slowly. “Been a while. So glad it’s you.”
He nodded, because otherwise he’d probably grunt or something. But it had been a long while for him too, and he hadn’t imagined he’d ever be with anyone he cared about like this again.
He added a second finger, and his cock leapt at the gentle stretch, making him moan. “We’re going to be so good together. I know it.”
“Uh-huh. Please. Don’t stop, okay?”
“I won’t.” He wasn’t going to stop unless Ryder changed his mind, and that didn’t seem likely given how the cowboy’s whole body was flushed and ready for him. He pressed his fingers deeper and twisted them slowly.
“Please…” Ryder rocked down, trying to take more.
Needy boy.
He let Ryder drive a little, giving his lover more until his fingers were flush against that sweet ass. Then he pulled back and added a third finger, watching Ryder’s face and admiring that pretty grimace.
“I—damn, love. I feel that deep inside.” Ryder’s voice had gone husky, rough and raw.
“Fuck.” His patience was at an end. Charles pulled his fingers back and caught his aching cock in his fist. “I want you feeling me.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. Please.” Ryder tugged one leg up and out, spreading wide.
If that wasn’t consent, he didn’t know what was. He lined up, his prick twitching impatiently in his fist, and moved over Ryder and rocked his hips, breaching his cowboy nice and slow.
Maddeningly fucking slow.
Ryder’s lips parted, his eyes rolling back in his head. It was beautiful, the way need was painted on Ryder’s face.
Charles took a breath and continued with care, even though his balls were screaming at him. He needed to be sure Ryder was okay, that his lover was ready for more.
“Mister Charlie. Love. Please.”
That was what he had needed.
He blinked for just a second at the nickname and that lovely four-letter word, but he couldn’t focus on either.
They were overshadowed for the moment by the word “please.” He gave in, hips pressing up against Ryder’s ass for just a second before his need took over.
He wanted to say something in return, but everything came back to, “God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Yes!” Ryder bucked up, driving up toward him, taking his cock to the root.
He braced himself near Ryder’s head and let go, hips driving hard, taking what he needed. His thighs were tight, and his balls pulled up, and he shifted to wrap one hand around Ryder’s cock. He was too fucking close, Ryder needed to come along on this ride.
Ryder bared his teeth, his entire body gripping Charles’s cock like a fist, milking his prick.
Ryder was so beautiful, even more than usual, if that was possible. He tried to focus on Ryder—working the cowboy’s erection through his fingers, keeping up a steady pace—and not on his own orgasm, which was threatening to overwhelm him. “Fucking gorgeous, cowboy.”
“Close. So close. So close.” Ryder panted, lips parted, chest heaving.
“You, then me.” He wanted to feel Ryder’s orgasm around his cock. Then he’d let himself go.
“Uhn.”
Charles assumed that was a yes, because Ryder’s body clenched, and he shot, spunk pouring over Charles’s fingers.
Ryder was so pretty when he came, the cowboy’s expression somewhere between sweet agony and pure bliss.
He looked down between them as his fingers slipped along Ryder’s length and groaned, then braced himself as his need took over, commanding the moment, sending him deeper and harder into his lover.
“Yes…” Ryder whispered. “I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he replied with a growl, right on the edge. He buried himself in Ryder as he shot, holding himself there and rocking gently through it until he could get a breath. He used it to whisper, “Mine,” then took a deep kiss because words weren’t easy or enough.
Ryder opened up to him, offering himself up, nice and easy.
His arms started to tremble as that deep, satisfied kind of exhaustion set in and he rolled off Ryder, sinking like a stone into the pillows. He started to protest the gentle fingers on his prick until he realized Ryder was once again dealing with the condom for him.
So sweet, how the cowboy took care of him.
Ryder cleaned him up, tucked him in, and then cuddled in next to him.
“Come here.” He pulled Ryder in close and kissed him. “Thank you.”
“You’re something special, I swear.” Ryder licked his bottom lip, humming low.
“You’re unlike anyone I’ve known. You’re unique. Beautiful.” And that was tangled up with complicated emotions he wasn’t looking very carefully at tonight.
He needed to talk to a friend. A peer. Someone like River or Victor who could explain…all of this to him and help him process it.
Tonight was for Ryder though. He had his arms full and he was happy.
He just needed to hold on tight.