Chapter Twelve
Wes
The call ended just after seven thirty PM
with no further comedy or drama.
Wes and Ryker talked for almost two hours,
enjoying a bottle of Merlot while discussing potential plot lines
and upcoming work schedules. They talked about authors they
followed, favorite restaurants, and music. Despite Ryker’s
insistence that he didn’t talk much, they hadn’t run out of things
to say. It was almost like a date but better.
Shit, don’t think about the D-word.
You hate dating, remember? Wes reminded himself. Turn
your thoughts to something else.
“Oh, before I forget, here’s my homework,
Mr. Desoumas, as requested. I e-mailed it to you, but maybe you
haven’t had a chance to read it yet, so I printed it out. Do I get
extra points for writing more than five hundred words?” Wes pulled
out a crumpled-up wad of paper and tossed it at Ryker.
“I was kidding about the homework, Wes. I’ve
read your books, so I know the quality of your writing.” Ryker
opened the paper and silently read and nodded a few times, then
finally looked at Wes. “It’s good but not great. You’re just out of
practice.”
“I’m really afraid to try my hand at fiction
again.” He pointed to the paper. “What if I’ve lost my creative
spark? What if good is the only stuff I can churn out now? I want
to be great again.” Wes sighed and took another sip of wine.
“Every writer should strive to evolve. Mac
has been telling me this for the past year, that I need to try
something new. So, you’re not the only one who feels the pressure.
I think you just need quality time to let your imagination unfold.
That means less of the party circuit and more creative exercises.
Maybe a coach can help, too. Or a writing partner.” Ryker paused as
Wes raised one eyebrow. “Yes, I see the irony. Anyway. As I was
saying, you need less outside noise, more internal focus.”
“But what if the focus isn’t with me, Master
Yoda?” Wes joked, and Ryker laughed, throwing his paper back at
him. “Okay, in all seriousness, after the tour, I’ll have more time to write. I’ll take your
advice.” Wes paused. “Thanks. It’s helpful to talk to someone who
knows what I’m going through. Writing can be isolating.”
They continued to chat. Ryker selected some
music, his eclectic tastes evident in the playlist that echoed
softly out of the surround sound speakers—eighties hits, hip-hop,
and jazz. As they sat quietly, the sound of John Legend’s “All of
Me” filled the apartment. Wes felt the energy between them slowly
shift from relaxed to sensuous, the blood pulsing through his body
like the music, his desire for Ryker growing stronger with every
beat. Wes admired Ryker’s mellow pose on the couch—his long legs
splayed wide, his strong hands rubbing those well-defined thighs.
He stared at the line of Ryker’s neck as he leaned his head back,
his thick, silky hair spread out over the velvet surface of the
sofa.
Wes wanted badly to reach out and touch
Ryker, but he was afraid to jeopardize the tentative friendship and
partnership they’d struck up over the past twenty-four hours. All
the stars were now aligned, and Wes was so close to getting what he
wanted. Everything except Ryker.
He needed to leave. Now. Before he did
something stupid that would ruin everything.
“I’d better go. I’ve got an early meeting
tomorrow with Grey, and then I need to pack for my flight to
Atlanta,” Wes said quickly as he rose from the sectional. “Thanks
again for a great day. I’m excited to see what the next few weeks
bring and whether we can come to an agreement on the book deal.
Luca will be in touch with a schedule to get us started.”
Wes paused as Ryker stared up at him. The
tension between them grew thicker. Ryker finally lifted his head
off the sofa and stood up. Taking his glasses off, Ryker sauntered
right up to Wes, so close he could see Ryker’s pupils dilate, the
black becoming ever larger in those big blue depths. Depths Wes
could stare into day and night—they were that hypnotically
beautiful. The now familiar smells of spice and leather filled his
senses, and he watched Ryker’s throat move as he swallowed. So much
smooth skin to explore. Then Wes’s gaze moved south and landed on
the large bulge in Ryker’s jeans.
Without further thought, Wes reached out and
touched Ryker’s face, the skin so hot he felt its warmth right down
to his toes. Wes enjoyed the contrasting sensation of the rough
stubble over smooth cheekbone. Ryker inhaled and closed his eyes,
his chest moving in and out, faster and faster.
Wes dove right in. He plunged his hot tongue
into Ryker’s mouth, tasting wine and Ryker’s own spicy essence.
Ryker grabbed Wes’s ass and pulled him in even closer, crushing
their chests together and grinding their denim-covered cocks
against one another for more friction.
“Wait, wait,” Ryker murmured against his
lips, then abruptly pulled away. “What are we doing?”
“I would think that’s obvious,” Wes replied
as he leaned forward and nipped at Ryker’s lips. “We have hot
fucking chemistry and we want each other. Simple as that.”
“Not simple when there’s our work
partnership to consider.”
Wes sighed and pulled back. Every cell in
his body was telling him to take what he wanted and slake the
desire that this man ignited inside him. But Ryker wasn’t wrong.
They were blurring lines, and adding sex to the mix would only make
things that much trickier. Unless they agreed to get this out of
their system once and for all and then move on with their work
endeavor. They could do that. They were both mature enough.
Maybe.
Ryker closed his eyes and took several deep
breaths, and Wes watched as his body struggled for control.
When Ryker opened his eyes again, Wes could
see the answer to the question neither of them wanted to voice.
“Just one night and we’ll never think or
speak of it again,” was all Wes managed to say, and Ryker nodded in
agreement. Then Wes wrapped his hand around Ryker’s neck and pulled
him in for another scorching kiss. Wes felt like he could come just
from kissing this man. It was that good. And satisfying this
overwhelming desire was well worth any potential fallout.
Ryker moaned and Wes finally came up for
air. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured as he nibbled Ryker’s
neck. “I’m going to kiss and lick and touch every part of you.”
Ryker groaned his agreement.
“Don’t stop,” Ryker whispered urgently.
They stumbled down the hallway to Ryker’s
bedroom, their shirts littering the floor along the journey. It
took a while since they got lost in frantic kisses, but they
finally made it to the bedroom, the small bedside lamp casting a
warm glow on the dark duvet.
“Have you been tested recently?” Wes
asked.
“A month ago. I’m good. My results are in
the bedside drawer,” Ryker said between kisses. “You?”
“Two weeks, no one since then. And I’m on
PrEP.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Wes smiled and crushed Ryker’s mouth again.
Ryker eventually pulled away and dropped to his knees, unzipping
Wes’s jeans. When Ryker looked up at him, Wes almost lost it.
“Those blue eyes of yours are going to do me
in,” Wes admitted as he grabbed the base of his cock to calm
himself down, staving off his orgasm. He wasn’t usually so quick on
the trigger. Fuck, what is this man doing to me?
His other hand reached out, shaking, and
touched Ryker’s soft hair, the long strands sliding over his
leaking cock and teasing him in the best way. The warm lighting hit
Ryker’s smooth chest, showing off his defined muscles and supple
skin.
Without breaking eye contact, Ryker leaned
in. “You’d better brace yourself,” he said in a low, husky voice,
sticking out his tongue slowly to lick the pre-cum off Wes’s
cock.
Wes moaned loudly as he looked down, the
provocative scene before him even sexier than the one he had
conjured up in his hotel shower. Ryker was his dirty fantasy come
to life.
Then Ryker rolled his talented tongue around
Wes’s cock, and Wes knew he was in so much fucking trouble. Lucky
him.
****
Ryker
“Fuck, yes, take it all,” Wes moaned as
Ryker sucked Wes’s cock deep into his throat, swallowing the whole
length. Wes’s cock was uncut and gorgeous, swollen and pulsing. For
him. He was salty and musky and tasted so, so good. Ryker loved
sucking cock almost as much as he loved receiving it, and he moaned
loudly when Wes’s earthy taste filled his mouth.
“Jesus, yes! So good, too good,” Wes babbled
in a hoarse voice, beads of sweat trickling down his cut body.
Ryker took a moment to admire Wes’s
physique. He was broad, with solid muscles and big biceps, and
Ryker wanted those strong arms wrapped around his body. He touched
the soft blond hair that scattered over Wes’s firm pecs and abdomen
and surrounded his big cock. Ryker liked that Wes didn’t shave or
wax but rather embraced his natural state. Wes’s hazel eyes glazed
over, so bright they were almost feverish in their intensity. His
blond hair was messy, tendrils falling across his forehead, sweat
slowly dripping down his face, over his lips. Those lips, so soft
and plush, and Jesus, what he could do with them. Shit, Wes was the
hottest fucking kiss Ryker had ever experienced.
“Touch yourself,” Wes ordered Ryker. “I want
to see you come.”
Ryker scrambled to unzip his tight jeans,
pushing his briefs quickly under his ass to release his long cock,
which was aching and flushed. Ryker rubbed his pre-cum over the fat
head, then added spit to create a slicker glide. He then leaned
back in and drew Wes’s cock slowly into his mouth again, licking
and sucking hard, until his lips met the base and he could feel
Wes’s pulsing hardness all the way down his throat.
“Yes. More.”
Ryker rubbed his stubbled cheek on Wes’s
thigh and felt him tremble. He pulled off and took Wes’s balls in
his mouth one at a time, then trailed his tongue lower to touch
Wes’s taint. Wes trembled harder. “Keep going.”
Ryker moved one hand up, sliding it ever so
slowly over Wes’s firm ass cheek, then back down the crease.
Touching lightly. Teasing. Tormenting.
“Yes, do it,” Wes ordered, and Ryker groaned
at the encouragement.
Ryker sucked several fingers in his mouth,
wetting them real good. He leaned back in and sucked Wes’s cock
down his throat again while touching his finger to Wes’s puckered
rim, rubbing and circling, then gently tapping.
“Yes,” Wes pleaded, his voice so deep that
it reverberated through Ryker’s body.
Ryker finally pushed one slippery finger
gently into Wes’s hot, tight hole. He plunged his finger in and
out, fucking him repeatedly while sucking his cock until Wes tapped
Ryker’s head. “Pull off now if you don’t want to swallow my load,”
he said.
Ryker added a second finger and crooked
them, hitting Wes’s prostate as Wes cried out his pleasure. “Yes,
don’t stop!”
Ryker continued to work Wes’s tight hole,
and it clamped harder around his fingers as Wes’s cock twitched in
his mouth. With a strangled cry, Wes’s orgasm unleashed, and jets
of hot, salty cum hit the back of Ryker’s throat.
Ryker swallowed all of it and licked Wes
clean. He used his other hand to tug at his now painful erection,
his gaze roving all over Wes’s beautiful body as he stood there
gleaming and flushed from his orgasm.
Wes continued to stoke the flames of desire
raging inside of Ryker. “That’s it, Ry. Come for me, come on me.
All over me.”
Ryker could come just listening to Wes’s
hypnotic commands. Standing on shaky legs, he braced himself with
one hand on the wall next to Wes’s head. The buildup grew stronger
and stronger as Wes continued to urge him on—then total bliss as he
jerked once, twice, and shot his load all over Wes.
“Dios!” Ryker groaned, cursing as his
orgasm went on and on, pulling him under like an immense tidal
wave.
Ryker stood there and swayed, his jeans and
briefs tangled around his ankles, sweat trickling down his face,
his body. He rubbed a soothing hand across his chest, taking in
deep gulps of air as his body continued to tremble from the
powerful orgasm.
Wes slid a finger through the cum on his
abs, then slowly lifted it to his mouth, sticking his tongue out to
taste him. “Addictive.”
Ry leaned forward and kissed Wes, nipping
and tugging at his lower lip to gain entrance. When he finally
plunged his tongue inside, he tasted both of them, and what a
turn-on that was. He felt his cock stir again, getting ready for
round two. Normally, after he came, he was itching to leave his
playmate, but in this case, it was way too good to stop. He didn’t
know if he’d ever get enough. He quickly dismissed that thought and
the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around Wes and never let
go.
Ryker reluctantly released Wes’s sexy mouth
for a moment and looked into his gold eyes, softer now but still
glowing.
“One night, remember?” Wes said.
Ryker nodded in agreement. “Then we’d better
make the most of it.”