Chapter Twenty
Ryker
Wes was here. In New York. It was not a
dream, but a perfect surprise. His unanticipated arrival filled
Ryker with a heady mix of shock, arousal, and pure elation.
“I missed you, too. So much,” Wes whispered
in between kisses as his hands moved down to grip Ryker’s waist.
Ryker did the same and pulled Wes in tight, savoring the excitement
of their unexpected reunion. For a short while they stood in each
other’s arms, breathing each other’s air, just taking the moment
in. Ryker’s gut clenched with the realization that something beyond
their physical chemistry was at play. Somehow Wes belonged here,
with him, and Ryker was more than happy to welcome him home.
He wondered how long Wes could stay and how
many times they could make love. Ryker had never understood that
term until now. But with Wes, that was exactly what it was. Their
passion was far deeper and more meaningful than any sex Ryker had
ever experienced.
He crushed Wes’s soft mouth, his tongue
plunging into that hot, sweet essence, savoring the taste of
whiskey and mint. Ryker’s hands moved down Wes’s lower back to cup
his taut ass, rubbing and squeezing those firm muscles as he pulled
their hips into close contact. He punched his hips forward and
rubbed their hard, aching dicks together, not caring if anyone
walked into the hallway to witness their make-out session. They
moaned in unison and finally came up for air, staring into each
other’s eyes. Ryker trailed his right hand over Wes’s jaw and
gently touched his heart-shaped lips, tracing them, trying to
imprint their texture and softness on his memory. Then Wes
playfully nipped Ryker’s finger and the tender moment was gone,
replaced with a powerful need to be as close as possible, skin to
skin.
They needed to get naked. Right fucking now.
Ryker pulled back and drew Wes inside the apartment.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you against the
wall in the hallway, I think my neighbors might complain,” he said
wryly, reaching for Wes again.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. They’d be lucky to
witness such a sexy sight,” Wes said as they continued to kiss and
grope each other.
“You’re supposed to be headed to LA,” Ryker
managed to say between fervent kisses.
Wes slid a hand around the nape of Ryker’s
neck and brought their foreheads together, looking deep into his
eyes. Ryker took a deep breath to let this perfect moment sink
in.
“I had to see you. I couldn’t wait another
week, two weeks. I know this is crazy, but I need you,” Wes
whispered, taking Ryker’s mouth again in a kiss so scorching hot,
Ryker thought he might melt on the spot.
“I know the feeling. You’ve got way too many
clothes on.” Ryker tugged on Wes’s Henley, pulling it up over his
head and tossing it aside. He took a moment to appreciate the sight
of Wes’s golden pecs and defined abs before yanking on the buttons
of his jeans, eager to uncover that big, pulsing cock.
Wes stepped out of his jeans and briefs and
kicked them away. He leaned against the wall, grabbing his dick in
one hand and tugging, his rock-hard erection leaking pre-cum.
Ryker’s mouth watered at the sight of his man, one stray lock of
blond hair hanging over his forehead, tiny beads of sweat rolling
down his neck, those glowing hazel eyes locked onto him. Wes licked
his lips and smiled, offering a grin so full of sinful mischief
that Ryker answered with a smile of his own.
“Take off your jeans,” Wes said as he
continued to stroke himself.
Ryker slowly opened his button fly, taking
his time, teasing, amping up their mutual desire. But before he
could get to the third button, Wes reached out and yanked Ryker’s
jeans open and shoved them down. He stepped out of his pants, and
suddenly Wes lifted Ryker into his arms. Ryker’s back hit the wall
and he gasped in shock, both amazed and turned on at Wes’s
strength, loving the feel of all that warm, naked skin rubbing
against his own.
“No more teasing, baby. I’m too far gone,”
Wes murmured, taking Ryker’s mouth again, nibbling and licking.
“Bed. Now,” he said in that deep, commanding voice. “I need you to
fuck me.”
With that demand, Ryker’s whole body
shivered. Ryker locked his legs around Wes’s waist as Wes carried
him to the bedroom, and they tumbled together onto the covers. He
scrambled to reach the lube and condoms from his bedside drawer and
threw them on the bed as Wes licked his way down his stomach. Ryker
gasped and lay back, spread-eagle.
“Do we need condoms?” Wes asked, running his
big, warm hands up Ryker’s thighs and over to his cock, the touch
setting off flickers of excitement with every movement. “There’s no
one else. We’ve both been tested recently, and I only want
you.”
Ryker’s entire body jolted at the thought,
and he nodded. “No condoms.” He sighed, rubbing Wes’s biceps. “I
can’t wait to watch my cum dripping out of your perfect ass.”
Wes grabbed his own dick. “God, I love your
filthy mouth,” he moaned.
Ryker smiled, poured the lube in his hands,
and started to stroke his dick. “Lie back,” he ordered.
They switched places. Wes spread himself out
on the bed, all six feet of his stunning male form on display,
muscles straining, his uncut cock rigid and begging for relief.
Ryker pushed Wes’s legs apart, then bent
forward and swallowed Wes’s dick down his throat in one long,
smooth move, sucking hard and humming to increase Wes’s pleasure.
“Ryker, so deep,” Wes moaned, moving his head from side to side, as
if he couldn’t bear the sensation. Ryker eased off Wes’s dick with
a wet pop and moved lower to his heavy balls, inhaling
deeply, nuzzling his nose into Wes’s musky scent and suckling first
one, then the other. Ryker pushed Wes’s knees back to his chest,
exposing his hole.
“Ryker, please,” Wes panted, and Ryker
obeyed, licking Wes’s taint and then his puckered rim, pushing his
tongue past the tight muscle, easing the constriction, teasing the
nerve endings.
Wes pushed his ass closer, moaning and
writhing. “Yes, more.”
Ryker continued to tongue Wes’s tight hole
while stroking himself, making sure that Wes was nice and relaxed,
edging him until he noticed Wes’s balls tighten.
“Fuck me,” Wes growled. “Hurry!”
Ryker reared up, slathering lube on his
cock. Then he got on his knees between Wes’s legs and pushed his
slick prick into Wes’s hole, watching as his long cock was
swallowed up by Wes’s tight heat. The lack of condom made every
sensation hotter, sharper. Ryker trembled all over with the pure
bliss of the moment.
“So hot. I can feel all of you,” Ryker
whispered in amazement. “It’s so fucking good.”
He moaned, pushing his hips forward. Once
fully seated, he grabbed Wes’s dick and started pumping it in time
with his thrusts. Ryker’s balls slapped Wes’s ass as he pounded out
a rough rhythm, and the dirty sound reverberated in the bedroom,
accompanying their moans of pleasure. Ryker’s senses were suddenly
overwhelmed by every single aspect of their lovemaking, and he
looked down into Wes’s eyes, tears welling up. This man is going
to ruin me, Ryker thought as he continued to piston his hips
frantically, shifting slightly to find the angle that would
hit Wes’s prostate.
“Don’t stop!” Wes pleaded, his voice hoarse
from crying out. “Right there!”
“So close, mi amor,” Ryker whispered
as he continued thrusting, and suddenly he felt Wes’s entire body
tense, his muscles locking.
“Ry!” he yelled, and his hot cum covered
Ryker’s hand.
Ryker watched his beautiful man come apart,
his body shaking, his face lit with pleasure. Wes licked his lips,
his golden eyes capturing Ryker’s, and that was it.
“Mi corazon,” Ryker groaned, the
force of his orgasm spreading to every part of his body, the
feeling so intense, Ryker had salty tears trickling down his face,
mixing with drops of sweat as he rode the wave of satisfaction. He
continued to pump his lover full of cum, wanting to mark and claim
Wes as his and only his.
“Ryker, baby, I can feel you inside me,” Wes
whispered frantically.
As they both floated down from their
explosive climax, Ryker slowed the movement of his hips and
eventually, reluctantly, withdrew from Wes’s body.
“God, my cum dripping out of your sexy ass
is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Ryker said to Wes
as he stroked Wes’s hole, unable to look away from the evidence of
their joining. Ryker leaned over his lover, kissing Wes deeply,
their hands now roaming all over each other, slower now, savoring
each touch and taste as if they were just getting started.
Ryker rolled onto his back as Wes snuggled
up against him, throwing his leg over Ryker’s. “Rest up, Sleeping
Beauty. It’s my turn next.”
****
Wes
Coming here was the right decision, Wes told
himself as his well-used body lay snug against Ryker’s, satiated
and happy. He couldn’t stop rubbing and touching Ryker, his lover’s
lean muscles still warm and supple from their powerful
lovemaking.
In one of the rare moments of his life, Wes
was speechless. He’d never had sex that intense before, like he and
Ryker were trying to forge not just their bodies but their souls
into one being. Then he’d felt the unexpected tears on his face as
he reached his climax and saw the same evidence mirrored on Ryker’s
face. When those blue eyes filled and turned liquid, Wes completely
lost his heart to the quiet man now lying beside him.
I’m in love, he admitted to himself
and couldn’t quite believe it. Shit, this is so fast and crazy,
but so right.
They’d both said they weren’t looking for a
relationship, but it was too late. Wes was too far gone over this
man to turn back. He was going to ride this wave all the way to
shore. He wasn’t completely sure of Ryker’s feelings, and he knew
he’d have to tread very, very carefully. His man liked his routine,
and this relationship was definitely outside of that.
Wes closed his eyes to rest for a few