Chapter 11 #2
After getting back to our room, I set our bag of desserts on the dresser and opened it. “Want to eat these on the balcony?” I glanced at my suitcase, lying open on the stand against the wall. “And maybe change into some comfy warm clothes?”
“Hell, yes.” He dropped his shorts, unbuttoned his shirt and rummaged in his duffle. “Sweats it is.” Grabbing a pair of grey sweats, he stepped into them and then shucked his shirt off, his lean back muscles flexing in the low light.
Oh hell, he might as well have put on lingerie. My dick twitched. Would he be open to having sex? Hell, I’d bottom for him if he wanted it.
He dropped a black hooded sweatshirt over his head and pulled it down. With a glance, he said, “What? Why aren’t you changing?”
I strutted to him and cupped the satisfying bulge in his sweats. “I’m enjoying the show.” Placing a hard kiss on his mouth, I gave his balls a light squeeze, and his dick plumped against my hand.
As the kiss broke, his eyes grew dark. In a rasp, he said, “Casey…”
“I’m right here. Not going anywhere.” I rubbed my thumb over his lengthening cock. What were we about to do? Oh…“Food, I think we need to eat the desserts.”
“We do.” With a smirk, he flicked his tongue across my lips and strode to the dessert bag. “Does Jack Daniel’s go with crème br?lée?”
“It does now.” I undressed at my suitcase and threw a pair of team sweats on. We should have a discussion about sex while we ate, because why not?
He poured whiskey into plastic glasses, brought everything to the balcony and sat in one of the wooden chairs. “These are nice chairs.” He set both crème br?lées on a small round table between the chairs. “The cushions are nice and thick.”
“Like your cock?” Oh, my dirty mind. Snickering, I met him on the balcony and dropped into the open chair.
Shaking his head, he smirked. “Or yours.” Leaning across the table, he palmed my junk. “Talk about a thick cock.” He pressed a kiss on my mouth and straightened.
As heat tingled my dick, it swelled. Yeah, we were definitely having sex tonight, oral or anal—did it matter? I picked up my dessert and a plastic spoon and tapped through the burnt sugar crust. “So, uh, what do you think about anal sex?” I’d start there.
“I like it.” He dipped his spoon into his dessert and slid it into his mouth. “Damn, this is so good.”
I ate a bite, the creamy vanilla floating across my tongue. “Do you top, bottom or..?” I sipped the Jack. The whiskey complemented the vanilla in the crème br?lée. Who knew?
“I’m vers, but I’ve mostly bottomed.” He drank some whiskey, and his brows shot up. “Damn, this works.”
“It does.” I eyed his dick inside his sweats, pointing toward his hip and at half-mast. This conversation was turning him on.
Good. “I’m vers too, but I’ve mostly topped.
” Even in the bedroom, we were opposites who attracted.
I adjusted my swelling cock to the side.
“So…condoms?” I ate more dessert and washed it down with Jack.
I’d come prepared either way, but bareback was so much more enjoyable.
With a soft huff, he hung his head. “I haven’t had anal with a guy in at least three years.” He glanced at me. “I’ve done nothing with anyone but you in at least three years.”
Lifting my brows, I stared at him. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” Holy fuck, he was almost a virgin.
With a tilt of his head, he scooped more dessert onto his spoon. “Yeah, I never had time for dating or hookups.” He pinched his lips. “I, um, I have a plug at home, so…”
“Shit, you do?” Why hadn’t he pulled it out last night?
“We’ll have to use it next time we’re alone in your bedroom, I guess.
” I sipped more Jack. I should probably tell him what I had.
“I have toys too. Plugs, vibrators, cock rings, whatever.” I ate a bite of dessert.
“I’d like you to come over sometime and meet the guys.
” Yeah, it was time for that. We’d admitted falling for each other.
His cock pushed all the way to his hipbone, and he pressed the heel of his palm on the tip. “Jesus, Casey, I’m fucking turned on right now.” With a shake of his head, he freed a quick chuckle. “The thought of you using those things on yourself…damn.”
My lips tugged at the corner. “Yeah? You want to watch me sometime?” My dick pulsed in my sweats. I was hot as fuck for him. “Or would you rather use them on me and play?” I ate the last of my dessert and set the container on the table.
“Both.” He slipped a spoonful of crème br?lée into his mouth and dragged the spoon from his lips, his gaze scouring over me. “Are you on PrEP or anything?”
“I am, and my last test was about a month ago. I’m strict about that sort of thing.
But if you want to use condoms, I’m okay with it.
” We should, shouldn’t we? I drank some whiskey, then dropped to my knees on the balcony and crawled between his legs, rubbing my fingers along his shaft. “You’re hard as a rock right now.”
“And your dick is tenting your sweats.” He finished his dessert, set the cup aside and bent, grabbing my cheeks and devouring me in hungry kisses, a gruff moan ripping from his throat.
Fondling his balls, I slipped my hand into my sweats and gave myself a few lazy tugs, cradling myself in pleasure.
He rocked his hips, keeping one hand on my cheek and grabbing the base of his cock with the other, squeezing it. “Fuck me, Casey. I want you.” He left my mouth and brushed his lips across my cheek and then nibbled on my earlobe, his breath tickling my ear.
“Don’t have to ask twice.” As goosebumps lifted across my neck and shoulder, I lowered the band of his sweats and freed his thick cock, the tip glistening with precum. My mouth watered as I lowered over him, sucking his solid dick to the back of my throat.
With a hiss, he shifted his hips forward and tipped his head back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair. “Oh God, Casey, yes…”
Pumping his cock with my mouth, I stroked faster on my dick, building tension inside me. Tonight, I’d have all of him. I’d been too young and stupid to do this with Nelson, but Ryker might be the first guy I’d fuck who I had feelings for.
As his dick pulsed against my tongue, he pushed my head away. “Stop. I’m getting too close.” He panted over me, his red and plump lips parted.
“Then let’s go inside and undress.” As I stood, I snatched his hand and lifted him with me. “Condoms. Do you want me to use one?” We’d never answered the question. “I don’t mind.”
“No, I trust you.” He stopped at the foot of the bed and faced me, brushing his knuckles down my cheek, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I can trust you, right?”
An ache wound through my chest. “You know you can.” Hooking my arms around his shoulders, I hauled him into me and nuzzled his hair. Holy hell, I was a goner. “I would never put your health at risk or hurt you.”
He murmured, “Okay.” As he stepped away from me, he kept his gaze on mine and slowly undressed, tossing his hoodie to the floor and stepping out of his sweats and underwear. His mouth-watering cock stood tall and leaked precum at the tip.
“Oh my fucking God, Ryker. You’re stunning.” Dropping to my knees again, I licked the precum from the tip of his cock and wrapped my lips around the crown.
With a groan, he pushed me off him. “Stop. Do you want me to come right now?” He gave me a wicked grin.
“Hell no. We have a few things to do first.” After pulling my sweatshirt over my head, I tossed it on the floor and then dropped my sweatpants and underwear. “I brought lube.” I ran my gaze down his lean but muscular body.
“So did I.” Quirking the corner of his mouth, he stepped to his duffel and pulled out some lube. “I would have placed it on the nightstand, but I didn’t want to look desperate.” A sharp laugh left him.
Stepping behind him, I brushed my fingertips up his arms, pressing my aching dick into his crack and kissing where his shoulder met his neck. “I like a desperate Ryker. In fact, I would have spent less time at dinner if I’d seen you put lube on the nightstand.” I bit his shoulder.
His breath caught, and his dick bobbed, spilling precum down his shaft. “Let’s do this.” He turned in my arms, squirted lube on his fingers and pushed his hot cock against mine. “But first...” Wrapping his fist around both of our dicks, he rutted against me and stroked us. “Aw, fuck.”
I claimed his words with a blazing kiss, my tongue slipping inside him and gliding across his. Tension coiled in my gut as sensation grew in my dick. Digging my fingers into his ass cheeks, I pulled them apart and then ducked my finger into his crack, teasing his hole with pressure.
With a whimper, he dragged his mouth from mine. “Bed. Now.” He left me and crawled over the bed on his elbows and knees, his puckered hole exposed to me.
“Now that is a command I can’t turn down.” I half chuckled before a surge of need spiraled up my spine. I crept to him on my knees and grabbed the lube from him. “When’s the last time you had something inside you?” I should be gentle with him. Unless he liked it rough. I smirked.
“Probably last week.” He turned his profile to me.
“Last week? You mean you jacked off with a plug when we couldn’t get together?” I slicked my fingers and circled his hole while pressing my aching dick on his ass cheek. His hole clenched and opened against my touch. God, he was like a dream come true.
He gasped and hung his head between his arms. In a gravelly voice, he said, “I did. I couldn’t wait.” He rocked into my fingers. “I imagined you were fucking me when I did it.”
“Holy shit.” With a shock of pleasure, my cock pulsated against him and dribbled precum.
“I, uh, think you almost made me come.” Any more talk like that and I would.
Hell, now I’d have to call him midweek and see if we could fit a session of phone sex in.
I bent over his back and placed lazy bites between his shoulder blades while slipping my finger inside him.