Chapter Fourteen #2
The unspoken words hung in the air for several seconds while Rory worked up his courage to make more than his body vulnerable to Ivan.
He pulled his foot free from Ivan’s hand and retracted the other from between Ivan’s legs.
Rory sat up and cupped the back of Ivan’s neck, but he didn’t need to pull his conqueror down for a kiss because Ivan was reaching for him too.
Before their lips touched and Rory lost his train of thought, he placed his hand over Ivan’s heart and stilled his descent.
“I’m coming to realize that anything and everything is on the table where you’re concerned,” Rory said. “There isn’t a spot on your body I don’t want to explore intimately.” There wasn’t a part of the man Rory didn’t want to know, but that admission might not be as welcome.
Ivan palmed the back of Rory’s head and tangled his fingers in Rory’s hair. “You make me want so damn much.”
“Then take it.”
Their lips met in a hungry meld of tongues, teeth, and shared breaths.
Hands roamed, exploring planes and valleys.
Ivan didn’t break the kiss to remove Rory’s shirt, he just shoved it up to his armpits.
Their lips remained fused while they removed Rory’s underwear, repositioned his legs, and aligned their cocks—flesh to flesh—and nothing had ever felt so good.
Rory moaned, and Ivan swallowed it. As hot as they were for one another, neither seemed in a hurry to advance to the next phase.
Rory slid his fingers into Ivan’s armpits and smiled through their kiss when the big man shivered.
His lust tasted better than any dessert Rory had ever sampled, and he was dying to explore the parts Ivan had kept to himself.
He hadn’t meant to push the issue, but his hands had a mind of their own.
Rory slid them around to fondle Ivan’s ass and learn the curve of the taut globes, but his curious fingers got sidetracked in his ass crack, bisecting the cheeks instead.
Ivan’s dick, already slick with precum, jerked against Rory’s as Ivan thrust his hips forward in short bursts.
If that little caress cranked his gears, then pegging his prostate would turn him into a rutting beast. There was suddenly nothing Rory wanted more, but this position wouldn’t allow it.
He wanted Ivan at his mercy, but he didn’t want to push him too far too fast.
Rory finally broke their kiss to look up at him. Ivan’s lips were red and swollen, his cheeks flushed with desire. “Do you trust me?”
Ivan swallowed hard. “More than is probably wise.”
Rory smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips because he understood.
What had started out as a simple agreement between two horny men suddenly felt more…
profound. So Rory eased out from under Ivan and slid over to the next cushion.
He patted the one he’d vacated, and Ivan claimed the spot without hesitation.
Rory swung his legs over to straddle his thick thighs, and Ivan’s hands immediately went to his ass, gripping and separating the cheeks.
The movement stimulated his own pucker, making Rory hungry for the drooling cock pressed against his own.
The position was temporary, though. Rory just wanted more kisses before working his way south.
He kept his hips still because frotting would generate friction that would end their fun too soon.
When Ivan fully relaxed against the cushions, Rory began a slow descent down his body, taking time to kiss, lick, and nuzzle his face in Ivan’s tummy hair.
He couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore the eager beast jutting from a thatch of trimmed auburn curls.
Rory kneeled between Ivan’s thighs and swirled his tongue around the crown, capturing his essence on his tongue.
Then he leaned up and reclaimed Ivan’s mouth.
The big man growled and gripped Rory’s head in a firm hold and deepened the kiss to taste his honey on Rory’s lips and tongue.
When Rory pulled back, he grabbed the lube off the sofa cushion.
While he didn’t brandish it like a game show host, he took his time opening the cap to give Ivan time to object, but he only parted his thighs wider.
Instead of going knuckle deep right away, Rory relied on seduction and finesse.
He focused his attention on Ivan’s dick first, licking and sucking the crown into his mouth, slowly working toward the base.
Ivan slid a hand into Rory’s hair but didn’t guide his head up or down.
He seemed to be holding on for the ride or possibly anchoring himself to the earth.
Rory would’ve grinned if not for the mouthful of cock. Baby, we’re just getting started.
When Rory’s lips stretched around Ivan’s thick base, he circled Ivan’s puckered rim with a slick fingertip.
Ivan sucked air between his teeth, and his cock jerked in Rory’s mouth.
In case Ivan’s lusty moan wasn’t enough to encourage Rory to be bolder, he lifted a leg up and propped his heel on the edge of the couch.
The position exposed his hole to Rory’s hungry gaze and curious touch, but he still didn’t push in.
Rory continued sucking Ivan off while teasing his crinkled entrance until the hand in his hair became more urgent.
Only then did he push a slick digit beyond the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck,” Ivan groaned.
Rory angled his head to glance up at Ivan’s sexy body.
He’d thrown his head back against the couch, arching his neck.
Firelight flickered against his skin, revealing a thin sheen of sweat.
Rory pushed his finger in farther, sucked Ivan’s dick deeper, and reveled in the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard swallows.
Ivan slung one arm over the back of the couch and kept the other hand fisted in Rory’s hair.
He was the epitome of a man lost in pleasure, and Rory had never been prouder of himself or more turned on than he was in that moment.
To have Ivan, someone so private and borderline repressed, freely give himself and his pleasure over to Rory was…
dizzying and addictive. Rory wanted more moans, surrender, and…
more everything. He slowly bobbed up and down on Ivan’s dick, keeping the suction light but his dick sloppy wet.
He took his time introducing Ivan to anal penetration, easing the slick finger in and out in shallow strokes.
Rory tasted his arousal and felt it thrumming through Ivan’s powerful body like an electrical current.
And to think he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.
On the next gentle surge forward, Rory bent his finger and pressed against Ivan’s prostate.
“Fuck!” Ivan roared. Rory fought the urge to wriggle in triumph as Ivan tightened his fist in Rory’s hair and thrust deeper into Rory’s mouth. “Christ, baby…” Ivan panted. “Do that again.”
So Rory did, again and again, adding a second finger and stronger suction until Ivan had both feet propped on the edge of the couch.
He’d slung both arms over the top of the sofa, opening himself fully and completely to anything and everything Rory wanted.
And what he wanted—needed—was to claim that virgin ass for his own.
Rory had never cared about that kind of thing until he met Ivan.
But he fucking cared now. Too damn much.
Rory eased his fingers free and let Ivan’s dick slip from his mouth. Their eyes locked and held while Rory slid on a condom and slicked it with more lube. “You can say no at any point, and I promise to stop,” Rory said.
“I won’t.”
Rory grabbed one of the back cushions from the couch and tucked it under his knees to give him a little more height, then he lined his dick up with Ivan’s primed hole.
He leaned forward to capture Ivan’s mouth in a torrid kiss and slid all the way inside him.
So much tight heat. Ivan groaned low and slow but relaxed into Rory’s penetration instead of fighting it.
Rory expected Ivan to grab onto him, but he kept his arms on the back of the couch and his feet and legs splayed.
But Ivan wrapped his lips around Rory’s tongue, sucking on it the way his tight pucker clenched Rory’s dick.
He’d wanted to go slow, to draw out their pleasure, but Ivan’s complete submission was his undoing.
Rory snapped his hips forward and reached between their bodies to stroke Ivan’s dick with slick fingers.
Ivan ground his hips to meet each thrust, and they rutted and groaned like animals as they chased their climax together.
Rory came first, filling the condom with breathless thrusts until he felt dizzy.
His hand on Ivan’s dick briefly faltered, but he renewed his rhythm and leaned forward to capture a hard nipple with his lips.
Ivan’s entire body tensed and his cock jerked in Rory’s hand.
Hot cum splattered between them, and Ivan grunted in equally short bursts.
The hot clench of his ass tightened around Rory’s sensitive dick, but he didn’t pull free yet.
Rory leaned forward and swiped his tongue through the mess Ivan had made all over his chest. Ivan growled hungrily and met him halfway, capturing his mouth and sharing the taste of his release.
When the kiss broke, Rory collapsed on Ivan’s chest. Strong arms and legs folded around him, holding him in place, not that Rory could’ve moved if he wanted to.
Ivan ran his fingers through Rory’s hair and kissed his temple, his cheek, and finally, his lips again.
Ivan said so much with the tender kisses he gave Rory and in the way he couldn’t seem to let go.
Rory eased his dick free after a few minutes and rested his head against Ivan’s pounding chest. “I know,” Rory whispered in response to Ivan’s unspoken thoughts.
Neither of them had worked the other out of their system.
Their intensity gathered steam each time they came together instead of dissipating like they’d expected.
“Give it time,” Rory whispered, then placed a kiss against Ivan’s sternum.
“You’ll be sick of me in no time, and I’ll be out of your hair. ”
Ivan said nothing, but his tightening grip on Rory revealed everything. Dare I hope?