Bare for You: Outback Skies, Book 3 (8 page)

“It’s pre-lubricated,” Ryan said, the matter-of-fact nature of the words belied by the strangled huskiness of his voice. “But I suspect it’s still going to hurt. You’ve got me fucking bigger than I’ve ever been.” Reverent fingers feathered over Jeremy’s anus. “And your hole is so fucking tight.” Those fingers circled the puckered ring of flesh. “And perfect.”

Swallowing again, Jeremy shook his head. “I don’t care if it hurts,” he declared, holding Ryan’s stare over his shoulder. “I want you in me now.”

Nostrils flaring, Ryan nodded. “Okay.” He straightened on his knees, lowering his attention to Jeremy’s groin. Jeremy watched him sheath his cock in the glistening condom. The fact Ryan’s hands shook as he did so only served to push Jeremy closer to the edge of release.

As did the sight of Ryan’s cock, a jutting pole of venous arousal, deep purple with pumping blood and anointed with beads of precome. Precome now trapped by the silicon on the condom.

A whimper of regret fell from him.

At the sound, Ryan raised his stare to Jeremy’s face. “Is there something wrong?”

Jeremy shook his head. “I just realized how much I wanted to taste you.”

The smile that stretched Ryan’s lips sent fresh blood to Jeremy’s groin. “If you think we’re done after I fuck you in the arse, you’re wrong. I’m not planning on taking you back to Broken Downs, or Wallaby Ridge for that matter, until I am completely sated on your body. Until I’ve fucked your arse, your face so many times I can no longer get it up. Until you’ve come in my mouth so often I run the risk of drowning.”

The promise stole Jeremy’s breath. “And when will that be?” he croaked, a heavy spasm claiming his dick.

“I don’t know.” Ryan raised his fingers to his mouth and ran a slow tongue up their long length. “But it’s going to be so good finding out.”

And with that, he wiped his wet fingers over Jeremy’s entry, closed his fingers over Jeremy’s hips, aligned the tip of his erection to Jeremy’s anus and pressed his hips forward.

Chapter Eight

He’d never recover from this. Never.

Penetrating Jeremy, taking possession of his body, unleashing him from the imprisoning denial of his existence, was the closest to heaven Ryan had ever experienced. The closest to nirvana.

The closest he’d ever been to everything he’d ever wanted.

He was not deluded or stupid enough to believe it could be anything more than a one-night stand.

One night of uninhibited, honest fucking, one night of raw, true connection under the ageless Outback sky, and then Jeremy would become the minister of the arts and culture again.

Ryan acknowledged the fact of the situation even as he sank into Jeremy’s tight arse.

Even as concentrated pleasure consumed him.

He was fucked.

The tighter the rings of muscles in Jeremy’s back passage gripped his thrusting dick, the more fucked he was.

It was the most euphoric, torturous, wonderful way to go.

Ryan closed his eyes and smoothed a shaking hand over Jeremy’s back. “It feels so good,” he ground out, slowly driving deeper into Jeremy’s hole, “being inside you.”

For an answer, Jeremy moaned, pushing back into Ryan’s penetration.

Ryan let out his own moan, damn near unhinged by the exquisite inching of Jeremy’s anus along his length.

Torture. It was torture. To not just release his tenuous control and slam into his lover’s arse. But Jeremy’s earlier confession still held Ryan in its powerful hold.
“I haven’t had sex with a man since I was nineteen.”

So he held on to his restraint—barely—and worked his cock into Jeremy’s flesh with wavering control, inch by inch, stretching Jeremy’s entry with his girth, filling the man slowly until he was buried to the hilt.

“Oh God,” Jeremy whispered. His anus clenched the root of Ryan’s erection. One pulsing contraction. Another. Another. “Oh God, yes.”

Drawing a steadying breath, his fingers digging into Jeremy’s hips, Ryan began his outward stroke.

“Fuck,” Jeremy groaned, a shudder quaking through him. “Fuck, I think I’m going to come already.”

Ryan stilled.

Jeremy moaned, quivering on his hands and knees, his hot, stretched flesh sucking at Ryan’s cock.

Withdrawing just an inch, Ryan pressed his stomach to Jeremy’s lower back, reached around his thigh and took possession of Jeremy’s cock with a firm hand. “Not yet, Minister,” he admonished, before biting the back of Jeremy’s neck with a not-so-gentle nip. “Not until I say so.”

Once again, Jeremy moaned, nodding his head and rotating his hips as he did so. “O-okay.”

His unquestioned trust and surrender to Ryan’s mastery of his body sent liquid electricity through Ryan.

Grinding his teeth, Ryan nipped the back of Jeremy’s neck again, his shoulders, his back. All the while, he slowly pumped Jeremy’s rigid dick with a tight fist and withdrew from Jeremy’s anus until the rim of his cock head stretched the man’s ring.

Another shudder rocked Jeremy. Another moan tore from his chest. “Oh yeah…”

Ryan repeated the move twice. No matter how hard he tried to keep the pace the same, the perfection of Jeremy’s body enveloping his and the velvet steel of Jeremy’s arousal in his hand scraped at his control.

By the third time he buried himself into Jeremy’s arse, his head was spinning and dark blotches of base pleasure were swimming in his vision.

“R-Ryan…I need…” Shifting on the blanket, Jeremy wrapped a fierce hand around Ryan’s grip on his cock. “I’m going to…”

Heart pounding, balls throbbing and swollen, Ryan pressed his cheek to Jeremy’s warm back. “Tell me to fuck you hard,” he beseeched on a hoarse whisper. “Tell me you’re ready for me to—”

“Fuck me,” Jeremy said, desperate lust turning the words to a snarl. “Fuck me hard and fast. Now.”

Letting out a roar, Ryan unleashed his restraint, pulled out as far as the rim of his cock head and slammed into Jeremy. In one savage, fluid thrust.

“Harder!” Jeremy cried, planting both hands on the blanket and shoving back into Ryan’s stroke. “Harder.”

Ryan did so, pumping Jeremy’s cock with equal force.

“Harder.”

Heart wild, the base of his spine a searing world of building pleasure, Ryan punched into Jeremy’s body again.

And again.

And again.

Until both their bodies were slicked with sweat. Until Jeremy’s arse sucked at Ryan’s cock with sublime accommodation. Until their words and utterances were little but mingled moans of euphoric pleasure and need.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come,” Jeremy cried, just as his cock began to spasm in Ryan’s hand. “I can’t…I can’t stop…too good…too…”

He threw back his head and bowed his spine, the words turning to whimpers as his seed spurt from him. The moment the hot fluid wet Ryan hand, the moment Jeremy’s body succumbed to the force of his pleasure, Ryan came.

Existence shattered. Replaced with the pure rapture of release.

And yet, even as his seed filled the condom sheathing his cock, Ryan knew this orgasm was unlike any he’d ever had before.

This orgasm was the most honest.

The truest.

He rode it, still pumping Jeremy’s cock, still thrusting into his lover’s tight flesh.

Gave himself over to it.

They both collapsed on the blanket, panting, Ryan pressed to Jeremy’s back, his pulsing cock—spent but still deliciously erect—buried deep in Jeremy’s body.

“That was—” Jeremy shifted beneath Ryan just enough to cast Ryan a drained sideways smile, “—incredible.”

Closing his eyes, Ryan pressed his lips to the middle of Jeremy’s back. “It was,” he agreed, drawing a slow breath.

The salty scent of Jeremy’s sweat and skin threaded into Ryan’s being. Around his cock, Jeremy’s anus clenched in a soft pulse.

“Thank you.”

At Jeremy’s low murmur, Ryan raised his head and looked at the man he feared he’d bloody well lost his soul to. “For what?”

“For seeing who I was. For wanting who I was.”

Tormented happiness cut the words. It tore at Ryan’s heart. He stared into Jeremy’s eyes, seeing in their blue depths the man’s turbulent frustration.

Ryan withdrew his now flaccid cock from Jeremy’s back passage and—after allowing himself a quick moment to discard his condom—stretched out on his side beside his lover.

His lover. What would he give to be able to permanently use that term to describe Jeremy?

As if sensing Ryan’s own haunted grief, Jeremy gave him a wry smile, his cheek resting on the blanket, his hair flopping over his eyes in a tousled mess. “Is this the bit were we get mopey? About me being a straight member of federal politics and you being a gay cowboy in the Outback?”

Ryan chuckled, brushing the back of his knuckle over Jeremy’s cheekbone, his jawline, his lips. “I think it is, I’m afraid. Was hoping it wasn’t going to happen, but it seems not the case.”

“So it’s not just me?” Jeremy gazed at Ryan with unblinking intensity, his warm breath fanning Ryan’s lips. “Thinking this is…was more than just sex?”

Ryan didn’t miss the correction. A strange tension wrapped his chest. A heavy knot churned in his gut.

You knew the second you landed, this could never be anything more than a night of sex, Taylor. You knew that. Don’t go getting morose that Jeremy knows the same.

“It was something beyond description,” he answered, forcing his voice to sound calm. At ease.

Jeremy studied him, an unreadable tension claiming his eyes. “Ryan…do you think…I mean, if I came back to Wallaby Ridge every now and again…”

Ryan kissed him silent, a soft brushing of lips.

With a low moan, Jeremy threaded his fingers into Ryan’s hair and deepened the kiss. Stroked his tongue over Ryan’s, coaxed it into his mouth.

Ryan surrendered to the assault, too weak to deny himself.

He’d given himself one night with the minister. One night to indulge in a desire so deep it had blindsided him. Knowing the pain that would surely come with the rising of the sun, and the emptiness that would follow when Jeremy flew back to Sydney would not stop him indulging in that desire again. In fact, it only made that desire, that need all the more powerful.

Growling into Jeremy’s mouth, he moved, rising just enough to flatten Jeremy to his back on the blanket.

He grabbed the other man’s wrists as Jeremy shifted beneath him, pinning them to the blanket either side of Jeremy’s head.

A deep groan of appreciation and excitement vibrated in Jeremy’s chest. He thrust his hips upward, grinding his groin—no longer soft, but not quite rigid—into Ryan’s.

With a sharp bite on Jeremy’s bottom lip, Ryan lifted his head and stared down into Jeremy’s eyes. “I don’t think I can be as gentle as I was the last time. Are you ready for that kind of—”

Before Ryan could finish the guttural declaration, Jeremy flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips, knees pressed to his ribcage, hands holding his wrists to the blanket. “Who said it’s your turn to be in charge?”

Searing lust shot through Ryan at the dominating tone of Jeremy’s voice. And the unexpected strength imprisoning his body.

Lowering his head closer to Ryan’s, Jeremy rolled his hips, mashing their groins together with a pressure borderline painful. Ryan could barely draw breath for the carnal pleasure shooting through him at the action.

“It’s my turn,” Jeremy declared, his lips curling. He raked one hand down Ryan’s arm, his blunt nails scoring lines of hot pleasure into Ryan’s skin, before capturing Ryan’s nipple and pinching.

Tight heat flooding into his groin, Ryan stared up at Jeremy. “Is it now?”

Jeremy nodded.

And without another word, he crushed Ryan’s mouth and made love to his mouth.

It was physically impossible to be this aroused, this hard so soon after blowing his load. Nevertheless, that’s exactly what Jeremy was.

Hard.

Fully erect.

Ready.

So ready.

By the time he’d finished worshipping Ryan’s mouth with his tongue, teeth and lips, his cock had flooded with impatient steel once again.

By the time Ryan surrendered to the desire consuming them both, by the time the heli-musterer moaned into Jeremy’s mouth and wrapped one long, thick, muscular leg around Jeremy’s hip, Jeremy was close to erupting again.

Breaking the kiss, he ground his balls to Ryan’s erection, holding the man’s stare as he slowly trailed his fingertips from one of Ryan’s nipples to the other and back again.

“I don’t carry condoms on me,” Jeremy stated, pinching and then flicking Ryan’s right nipple.

Ryan closed his eyes, arching into Jeremy’s far-from-gentle caress. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat. “There’s another one in my wallet.”

A wild, lust-fuelled part of Jeremy wanted to say to hell with the condom. What would he give to feel Ryan’s flesh sliding over his in the most intimate, exposed way? The rational side of him told him it was too soon. The very fact he had a rational side at this feverish state of arousal surprised him.

Still without his glasses, he squinted at the blanket around them, searching for any sign of Ryan’s wallet. His heart thumped fast. His blood roared in his ears.

There.

He leaned to the side, refusing to demount Ryan as he reached for the slim, black shape to the left of his knee.

“Got it,” he muttered as his fingers connected with worn leather.

Beneath him, Ryan chuckled. “Do you have any idea how good that felt? Your balls rubbing against my dick as you reached for that?”

Repositioning himself back on Ryan’s hips, Jeremy lifted an eyebrow. “Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I sink my dick into your arse.”

In response, Ryan groaned. “I may explode before then.”

Jeremy ground his groin harder to Ryan’s. “Where’s that famous Outback resilience and strength we city folk hear so much about?”

He held out his arm and wriggled Ryan’s wallet at him.

Ryan shook his head. “You can get it.”

It was a simple thing, and yet it detonated fresh pleasure and happiness in Jeremy’s soul. No other man he knew would willingly allow another guy to go through his wallet.

It meant…something. Something Jeremy feared even as he craved to explore completely.

But you can’t. Not if you still plan on being the prime minister one day.

A heavy tension claimed him. He swallowed, watching Ryan’s face as he flipped open his wallet.

“In the middle section,” Ryan instructed on a husky whisper. “Under the photo of my mum and dad.”

Jeremy closed his eyes. Damn, could the man be any more perfect? More wonderful?

Ryan snorted, the sound wry. “Yeah, I’m that clichéd. Sorry.”

Slipping the condom packet free, Jeremy returned his gaze to Ryan and shook his head. “Clichéd was not the word I was thinking of.”

“What was?”

Smiling, Jeremy opened the foil square with his teeth, coaxed out the prophylactic and unrolled its slick, lubricated sheath over his erection. “Mine,” he answered.

A ragged, “Hell, yeah,” fell from Ryan’s lips.

Without speaking, Jeremy placed himself between Ryan’s hard thighs, smoothed a hand along the man’s right leg and inched it up off the blanket. Raising it until Ryan’s bent knee drew level with Jeremy’s jaw.

“Fuck,” Ryan choked out as realization dawned Jeremy intended to enter him face-to-face.

“Mine,” Jeremy repeated, the truth of the title flooding his groin with fresh steel. “Mine.”

Pressing Ryan’s leg closer to the man’s body, he aligned the tip of his cock to Ryan’s anus and pushed.

Two things happened at once.

Ryan’s arse opened to Jeremy’s penetration, circling his erection with a tight ring of slick muscle.

And absolute pleasure consumed Jeremy.

“Fuck me, that’s good.” Rapture etched Ryan’s face.

It was. So good. Better than Jeremy could fathom. Better than he’d anticipated. The deeper he sank into Ryan’s entry, the more intense and incredible it became.

The fact he could watch Ryan’s face as he entered him only made it more so.

All his years of sex with women, imagining they were someone else, an unknown man of rugged beauty and masculine power, and now he was finally with that man.