Chapter Thirteen
Wes
Wes had a lot of experience with sex.
Hook-ups, threesomes, foursomes, bathroom
blowjobs—you name it, he’d enjoyed it. He was, after all, a healthy
sexually active man in his thirties. But last night he’d reached a
whole other level of satisfaction. Every touch and taste between
him and Ryker had been so potent, so electric, he wondered if he’d
dreamed it all up. It was better than good. It was the best he’d
ever had.
After their first mutual orgasm, they’d
shared a steamy shower, and Wes had enjoyed returning the favor by
getting on his knees and worshiping Ryker’s cock. Then they’d
finished up in Ryker’s gigantic bed. Wes kept replaying that part
in his mind. Probably would for a long time to come.
…Ryker left the shower first, and Wes
watched his small but perfect ass flex as he dried himself off.
Ryker’s back was smooth and sinewy, with a large tattoo of the moon
and other planets spread out between his shoulder blades, along
with a comet with a blazing tail. He was curious about its meaning
but decided to hold off on the questions. He didn’t want to break
the spell of this one perfect night.
Wes finished drying off and entered the
bedroom a few minutes later. His breath hitched at the sight of
Ryker lying on his back, legs splayed wide, with his feet flat on
the dark duvet.
Ryker’s blue eyes glittered in the low
light, his smooth chest covered in a fine sheen of sweat, all that
long, dark hair spread out over the pillow. Stroking his erect cock
with one hand, Ryker had a lubed-up dildo in the other and was
moving it in and out of his hole. The sight was so wanton and sexy
that Wes wanted to drop to his knees again. Ryker’s cock was cut,
the large head red and swollen. Wes moaned, recalling how, in the
shower, he’d sucked on the head and slid it down to the back of his
throat, humming his pleasure and ripping it out of Ryker in a
scream so loud he was sure it had woken all the neighbors.
Wes watched Ryker’s hand move faster and
faster, the toy sliding in and out of his ass as his moans grew
louder.
“Come here and fuck me,” Ryker
said.
How could Wes resist? At this point, he was
totally lost to this man, caught in a sensual trance. Wes hurried
over to the bed and grabbed the condom and bottle of lube from the
nightstand. He quickly suited and lubed up, stroking himself.
“It’s my turn now. Give me the toy,
Ryker,” Wes demanded, his voice deep from the hunger rocking
through his body.
Ryker took his time removing the dildo,
teasing and taunting Wes. “Like what you see?” he asked with a
mischievous smile.
Wes couldn’t take any more. He went to his
knees in front of Ryker just as Ryker tried to roll over onto his
stomach. Normally, Wes didn’t care which position he fucked in, but
tonight he wanted to see Ryker’s deep blue eyes when they reached
their climax together. He grabbed Ryker’s legs before he could move
and hitched them over his shoulders, pulling his ass in the air and
entering Ryker in one long, smooth thrust. God, so perfect.
“Just like that. Harder!” Ryker writhed
under him and gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands. “Dios
mio, se siente tan bien,” he muttered fiercely.
Fuck, just when Wes thought Ryker couldn’t
get any sexier, he had to start speaking Spanish and drive Wes out
of his mind.
Sweat dripped down Wes’s back as he smoothed
his hands down Ryker’s thighs, massaging the sinewy muscles and
taking in every smell, sound, and taste of this moment.
“Ryker, you… I…”
Wes couldn’t form any more words after that
point. His hips moved faster, thrusting even deeper into Ryker’s
hole. Wes bent his knees and changed the angle of his hips, his
balls slapping Ryker’s ass.
“Right there!” Ryker shouted.
Their pace
grew frantic. Wes firmly gripped Ryker’s cock with one hand,
sliding and tugging, determined that his sexy angel would come
first. Wes glanced at Ryker’s face, and his heart stopped when he
saw the raw expression of hunger in those big blue eyes. Suddenly,
Ryker’s hole spasmed tightly around his dick.
“Wes!”
Wes thrust once more before his vision
shattered and he was lost to overwhelming pleasure. Aftershocks
rolled through him, and his hips finally slowed their movement.
Eventually, he found the strength to open his eyes. He took in
Ryker’s satiated form, lying there with his arms out, cum all over
his stomach and chest, and a smile on his beautiful, swollen
lips.
Wes gently pulled out and disposed of the
condom, then sauntered back into the bedroom with a warm, wet cloth
for Ryker. They cleaned up silently. Wes lay down on the bed,
unsure of what to do or say next, if anything. Once again, he was
at a loss for words around this man.
Ryker rolled onto his side, head propped up
on his hand, and looked down at him with those intense eyes. Wes
shivered in reaction. He watched as Ryker leaned in and kissed him
softly, then with increasing urgency. Would he ever get enough of
his tempting mouth? He let out a sigh, closing his eyes briefly as
Ryker continued to seduce him.
And now it was Tuesday, and Wes was boarding
a plane to Atlanta for his book tour. He should be thrilled. He’d
gotten everything he wanted with none of the day-after drama. So
why was his stomach tied up in knots?
He’d left early in the morning, leaving a
note instead of waking Ryker. Was that a shitty thing to do? Maybe.
But he feared that waking together would only lead to a repeat of
the sexy night they’d shared. And they had agreed to one night
only. It couldn’t interfere with their work. So he’d left without
saying goodbye in person, fighting his inner voice that said don’t
do it. They’d expended their mutual passion, and now it was time to
get back to their normal routines. No problem, since neither of
them was looking for anything else.
What else was there? Wes had everything he’d
ever wanted.
He finally got to his seat and settled in,
then stared out the window as the plane taxied down the runway ten
minutes later. Oblivious to his seat mate or others on board, he
let his mind wander to the night before and wondered why the memory
of leaving Ryker without saying goodbye left him feeling so
bereft.
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Ryker
Ryker woke around ten thirty AM. His bedroom
was dark, and the air was heavy with the lingering smells of sex
and sweat. He reached across the bed to wrap his arm around Wes,
but the only thing he felt was the cold sheet.
He rubbed his eyes and searched for his
glasses, realizing he’d left them in the living room last
night—last night, when he’d reached out to Wes and their chemistry
ignited in a sensuous dance that blew every other sexual experience
he’d had away.
He reached into the bedside drawer for his
spare glasses and perched them on his nose, then noticed the paper
leaning against a glass of water.
I didn’t want to wake you. I don’t know what
to say. I guess I’m still having writer’s block. Or maybe it’s just
that I’m used to texting and not writing longhand anymore. Probably
best I don’t say anything about last night except that I had an
amazing time.
I’m looking forward to working with you.
Text or call anytime.
Wes
P.S. I fed Spock and took him for a walk at
seven.
P.P.S. Ship me two dozen Sadie’s bagels, pls
and thanks.
P.P.P.S. I adopted Rudy from the shelter.
Luca is arranging to have him flown up next week and will stay with
him until I return from my book tour. Bringing a little bit of New
York City home with me.
Ryker smiled at the last item.
“You’ve got a soft spot, Wes Stewart,” he
said to himself. “Too bad it’s not for me.” Though he appreciated
the note, Ryker couldn’t help but feel slighted that Wes didn’t
wake him to say goodbye in person. His feelings were ridiculous,
really, since they both agreed they would move on after last
night.
The apartment was quiet, as per usual. The
only sound was that of Spock snoring gently on the dog bed in the
corner of the bedroom. Normally, Ryker welcomed the silence, but
this morning it felt different. Empty. Lonely even. Funny how
having Wes in his space for even a short period of time upended
Ryker’s routine and left him feeling out of sorts. Wes was a
temporary distraction, though, and it was time for Ryker to put
this ridiculous sense of disappointment to rest and get back to his
usual regimen of work and more work.
Ryker moved his body slowly, stretching out
his muscles. He was sore in all the right places. He ran his hand
over his puffy lips and glanced down at his skin littered with love
bites. His ass felt tender, too, but he’d slept so soundly that he
ignored the aches. He’d had a memorable night and he didn’t have to
deal with any awkward morning-after bullshit. They were both adults
who were only interested in physical pleasure. And now that was
done, so they could move on. All is good and normal today.
Right?
Ryker reached out and grabbed the pillow on
the other side of the bed, bringing it up to his face. The unique
blend of orange, musk, and salt hit him,
and he closed his eyes, savoring it. Ryker recalled every sight and
sound from last night, but especially the look of pure pleasure
that had come over Wes’s handsome face when he climaxed.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Ryker
stripped the bed. He was determined to lock everything from last
night—including Wes’s lingering scent and euphoric face—in a memory
far behind him.