Just Ask (12 page)

They’d spent the day together, and in lot of ways, the easy friendship he was forming with Ryan was a lot like the one he had shared with Blake. Snorkeling in the cove had been everything the travel ads said it would be, but better. Before they’d gone out, Ryan had coated every inch of him with sunscreen, which had been just as sexy and left him hard and lusty.

Ryan in a swimsuit was erotic in his own way, since Jordan knew what lay beneath but his imagination had to fill in the blanks. They had gone too far away from the cove to go naked, and Ryan didn’t want Jordan’s lily-white ass burned—Ryan’s words. It was worth wearing a swimsuit. All of the beautiful fish, the coral reef, the crystal clear waters, Ryan’s patient voice teaching him how not to drown himself. He’d taken lots and lots of great photos with Ryan’s underwater camera.

After, they’d gone riding down the beach, Ryan again patient as he instructed Jordan on the finer points of riding. Somehow Jordan had managed to get Brownie to do more than eat jungle plants and plod along, and the gallop down the beach had been exhilarating, especially watching Ryan handle Trigger’s antics with skill and ease.

They’d stopped to rest the horses under the shade of a few coconut trees, and Ryan had kissed him, the touch of his tongue brief but electrifying. Then Trigger had spooked at a passing jet ski and that was the end of that. But Jordan’s mouth had tingled all the way back and had left him wanting more.

When Ryan told him he’d done well for his second time on a horse, he ate up the praise like a starved man. Him, needing praise. It was odd and refreshing, unbalancing in a weird way that felt right.

“Here you go.” Ryan returned, barefoot and bare-chested, still in his swimsuit.

“No umbrella?” Jordan accepted the frosty glass filled with a bright yellow liquid.

“You want five star, go back to the hotel.” But Ryan grinned and sat on the end of the hammock, his feet firmly planted in the sand to keep the thing from flipping or swinging. “It’s rum punch, more of a Jamaican thing, but I like rum.”

Jordan sipped and liked, despite never being much of a rum sort of guy. But he liked the fresh fruit juice blended with the alcohol and found it refreshing after their afternoon of fun. “Wow.”

“Yep,” Ryan agreed. “Two of those and you’ll feel nothing.”

“Then don’t bring another. I plan on feeling everything.”

Ryan shot him a slow smile, one that lit his eyes with turbulent fire, like the sun dipping into a sea of blue. “I want to feed you first. I have fish in the oven.”

The breeze kicked up, heavenly across his skin in the growing darkness. Jordan sipped more, the rum seeping into his limbs, relaxing him that much further. His tongue loosened, and Jordan found it easy to meet one part of Ryan’s challenge. “You said I’m to ask if I need something.”

“Sure.” Ryan gave him an encouraging smile.

Here it goes
. “What do you get out of me being here? Besides the sex?”

“Oh.” Ryan blinked and stared out at the ocean, his profile visible in the light of the moon overhead, shining brighter now that his rival, the sun, had gone to bed. “I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting sex, that’s for sure.”

“But Blake wanted you to meet me, too.” That was part of the specifications. He had to meet Ryan outside of a business meeting. No doubt Blake knew Ryan would be the key to finding the waterfall, but he suspected something else.

“I think he thought we’d be friends. I’m not sure if he suspected you might want more, because he never said. But this afternoon was a lot like the time I would spend with Blake.” Ryan sighed and took a sip of his own drink, ice cubes rattling in the darkness. “I didn’t realize how much I missed him.”

“Yeah,” Jordan said softly. He rubbed Ryan’s back with his foot, loving the feel of those muscles. “I know you loved him, too.”

Ryan nodded, his back muscles tensing, and Jordan sensed it had nothing to do with the contact. “He was a special man.”

“So are you.” Jordan couldn’t believe the words slipped out, but there they were, hanging on the current of electricity between them. His naked dick hardened, and he fought to keep from hiding it, like he usually would.

Ryan swallowed audibly and turned to Jordan, the growing darkness obscuring his expression. He eased Jordan’s drink from his hand and set it with his own on the little table at the base of the coconut tree.

“I want you.” Ryan leaned in and kissed him, his lips anything but gentle. His mouth was possessive and hot, demanding Jordan to surrender, to submit. Jordan did just that, opening his mouth so Ryan could plunder at will. They kissed for a moment more and then Ryan’s lips shifted along Jordan’s jaw to nip at his neck.

Jordan moaned and slipped his fingers into Ryan’s hair, sinking to the scalp, wanting to pull him closer but afraid they’d flip the damned hammock. Or break it. “Is this rated for us?”

“Yes.” Ryan lifted his head from Jordan’s neck. “Lay diagonally across the hammock, it’s more stable.”

Jordan shifted, so fucking turned on he thought he’d come just from the images of Ryan taking him here in the hammock. Ryan bent and without any preamble sucked Jordan’s throbbing cock into his mouth. Pleasure jolted through Jordan, rocking him from the tips of his toes to his scalp, every nerve on fire.

“It’s not seven,” Jordan noted as he arched his back, jamming his feet into the rope mesh, wanting to fuck Ryan’s mouth in the worst way. He held back, though. It seemed…rude.

Ryan lifted his head and kissed Jordan’s stomach, his hand stroking Jordan’s shaft in firm yet lazy swipes. “It’s seven somewhere. I’m ready to make you beg. We have time before dinner’s ready.”

Jordan stared, surprised, then pissed. Damn that man. “I could have had you much earlier with that reasoning.”

“Stupid you for not coming up with it.” But Ryan grinned against Jordan’s hip, and then he kissed the skin there, lapping a path to the base of Jordan’s dick.

“Stupid me?” Jordan grabbed Ryan by the hair and tugged, lifting his lips from their exploration. God, his cock was on fire, but he wanted to please Ryan more than he wanted to come. “Get on the hammock, McCale.”

Ryan caressed Jordan’s jaw, sending shocks of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching inside Ryan’s hand. “Bossy, aren’t you? You should be too relaxed to be this bossy. You should be asking nicely.”

Shit. Jordan swallowed again, nervous as hell but so damned excited. No one had ever made him ask for anything this much. Not since Kindergarten. “Would you get on the hammock, please?”

“Why, Jordan?” Ryan’s voice was deceptively soft, but Jordan sensed the steel beneath. Ryan’s hand was still wrapped around Jordan’s shaft, stroking, his other hand gently massaging his balls.

“I want to suck your cock.”

“Want?” Ryan chuckled. “I didn’t hear a question or a please in that.”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

“Why, Jordan? Why not take the pleasure I’m offering?”

“I…” How to word this without being demanding? Jordan decided to go with honesty. “I’ve never done it before. I’m nervous, but I want to give you pleasure like you gave me last night. Like you gave me a moment ago.”

“Get up,” Ryan commanded softly.

Jordan slid off the hammock, steadying himself by holding the edge.

“On your knees.”

Jordan sucked in a breath at the mental image. So tempting, so submissive. Scary and exciting all at once. “I’d rather have you in the hammock.”

“Of course, you would. You’d be above me, and you’d still have some power.” Ryan stepped closer, his breath hot on Jordan’s neck. “I want you on your knees, my hands in your hair, and I want you to suck me for everything you’re worth. Every fucking dollar.”

“Christ,” Jordan said on a pant, his veins humming with blood that raced at top speed, his heart hammering out a ferocious pace. “Ryan—”

“On your knees, Jordan. I won’t ask again.”

As badly as he wanted to disobey, Jordan found himself needing Ryan to take control from him. A shiver raced up Jordan’s spine as he tentatively dropped to his knees in the sand, his face at Ryan’s crotch level. Hands trembling, Jordan tugged at the waistband of Ryan’s swim trunks, easing them down, his rock-hard cock snapping free in the moonlight.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes.” Surprisingly, Jordan did, much in the same way he had once relished a woman’s readiness. Ryan’s dick was hard for him, seeping pre-cum in the silver, shimmering light because of him, not someone else. Even in a position of submission, he embraced the subtle power, knowing that when Ryan came it would be his gift, despite being on his knees to get it. But being on his knees made it that much more exciting, the gift that much sweeter.

“Suck me,” Ryan ordered, sinking his hand into Jordan’s shorter hair, guiding his mouth to the tip of his cock.

Jordan closed his eyes, opened his mouth and took in just the head, tasting Ryan’s flesh. The tip of his cock was spongy and salty, tasting very much like the rest of Ryan. Actually, Ryan tasted fucking amazing. Braver, Jordan used his tongue and explored, knowing he could suck Ryan for everything he was worth and then some.

Jordan sucked in a bit more, liking the way the head nudged the roof of his mouth. The skin felt different between his lips, soft and sliding, the steel of the shaft hot beneath his tongue. A vein throbbed along the underside, the pulse increasing with each suck. Could he take more? Jordan sucked in deep, cheeks hollow, mouth almost to the base but he gagged.

Ryan eased out some. “Relax your throat and you can take more, but don’t feel you have to. The best sensation’s at the head. But you know that,” Ryan instructed, his hand still in Jordan’s hair. “It feels amazing just like this. I love your mouth, Jordan.”

Amazing
. Jordan had never wanted praise more. Withdrawing back to the tip, he rimmed the corona, his tongue exploring that sensitive vee of flesh, then the slit at the top of the glans. He cupped Ryan’s balls, his thumb massaging the sweet spot underneath.

“Fuck,” Ryan groaned, his hands tighter in his hair, fingers massaging his scalp, and then tugging. “So close,” he uttered, muscles stiffening.

Jordan sucked harder, pulling his shaft deeper, his lips touching his own hand at the base. He worked his thumb on that sweet spot below Ryan’s sac, felt the pulse there growing.

“Keep me in deep. It’s easier to swallow,” Ryan whispered, his words tense. He panted a few breaths. Jordan stroked his hand harder, taking more of his shaft in deeper. So close, because of him. “You ready?”

God, yes.
Jordan moaned around Ryan’s thick shaft, wanting to taste him fully, for Ryan to claim his mouth. In the back of his mind floated ‘what if,’ but he shoved it aside. He could do this.

“Jordan,” Ryan moaned and came, spurting deep in the back of his throat, hot and wet.

Jordan swallowed, pumping as the stream came again and again, the intensity lessening with each wave, his hand pumping the shaft dry. Intense pleasure rocked through his core, gripping at his groin, joining smug satisfaction at making Ryan come. That was better than making a woman come in his mouth. Tons better.

“My God. You’re worth billions, aren’t you?” Ryan caressed his head lovingly, his hands gentle on his jaw, at his nape. He tugged Jordan to his feet by his hair, his lips closing in once Jordan stood. There was no gentleness in this kiss, either. Ryan’s lips were hard and possessive, tasting of good rum, promising more good things to come.

Ryan broke the kiss and whispered in Jordan’s ear, “You want your reward? I’m going to let you fuck me.”

“Yes. Please.” Jordan trembled at the thought, his dick like throbbing concrete, a command not even his vocabulary at this point. Ryan had said he’d beg by seven. He was ready to start begging, relishing in Ryan’s dominance.

“On the hammock, on your back. Lay diagonally. I’ll be back with lube and condoms.”

Jordan took a quick drink of his rum punch, the alcohol and fruit mixing with the flavor of Ryan’s essence. He liked it. It surprised him, but he liked it. Then he did as he was told, stretching out in the darkness on the hammock, the sound of the waves almost drowned out by the hammering of his heart.

“Good man,” Ryan praised when he returned. He bent, his hand on Jordan’s thigh as his mouth closed over Jordan’s cock, sucking deeply, yanking the orgasm to the surface at the speed of light.

“Fuck, no, stop.”

“Excuse me?” Ryan’s hand closed around Jordan’s shaft at the base, the pace up and down way too quick. “Did you just order me to do something?”

“Please, stop?” So close, way too fucking close this quickly. Jordan grabbed the mesh of rope in his hands, clenching tight. Somehow he stopped the orgasm, beating it back. Jordan panted, trying to wrench his cock out of Ryan’s hand. He wanted to come deep in Ryan’s ass, not all over his hand.

“Beg, Hill,” Ryan whispered. “How bad do you want my ass? I’ll keep you here, on the brink, all night.”

“Fuck.” Jordan moaned, and Ryan returned his talented mouth to the base of his cock, sucking for more than Jordan was worth. Sweat broke out over his body, the dampness chilly in the light breeze. “Please.”

Jordan’s cock popped free, and Ryan’s hot mouth nipped at his inner thigh. Jordan jumped. “Please what?”

“I would fuck your ass if you’d let me, please.”

“I bet you would.” Ryan rolled a condom onto Jordan’s cock and lubed him up. Jordan’s thighs quaked, and he tensed every muscle to keep from losing control. Gently, Ryan climbed on, straddling Jordan’s thighs, the hammock swaying. “If I ride you, will you buck like Trigger?”

“Hell, yes.” Jordan swallowed. “If you want me to.”

“No. You’ll lie still. No bucking. I’ll ride you, at my speed, for my pleasure. If you buck, you’ll dump us out, so don’t move.”

Jesus, his cock was so hard, bobbing in anticipation, hating the control Ryan had, yet loving every second of it.

Ryan must have seen something in his expression, highlighted in moonbeams, because Ryan shook his head. “Give over, Jordan. I want you to moan and scream, and I want you to beg me for release. I’ve come. I don’t care how long it takes. You ready?”