Just Ask (7 page)

“Fuck the shower,” Ryan rasped against the corner of Jordan’s mouth, unable to deny lust. He backed Jordan to the bed and eased him down, flattening him, settling between those rock hard thighs. Ryan gripped all ten of Jordan’s fingers in his hands and pinned them next to his head, kissing him deep.

Jordan trembled beneath Ryan, bucking his hips, doing so out of pleasure or worry for being pinned, Ryan wasn’t sure. When Jordan moaned under his mouth, Ryan knew for damned sure it was pleasure.

Ryan broke the kiss to explore, starting with Jordan’s jaw, still smooth from a shave, hot under his lips. He slid downward to kiss Jordan’s neck, the rumble of approval in his throat vibrating against his lips. Jordan’s hands settled in his hair, sinking to the scalp, caressing as he worked his way down the cords of his neck, his collarbone, the firm pecs dusted with dark hair.

Ryan nipped at Jordan’s nipple, and Jordan jumped, stiffening, his fingers gripping his long hair tighter. But as he drew the tight, tiny peak between his lips, Jordan sighed and relaxed.

“Do you like pain,” Ryan asked as he toyed with one nipple. He bent his head and gently bit down on the other, then sucked away the sting.

“Yeah. A little.” Jordan’s breath hitched, his stomach tightening. “My kinky friend with benefits liked to use nipple clamps on me.”

A shiver of excitement skipped up Ryan’s spine. He figured Jordan had given in about the shirt to gain advantage. Maybe he’d given in because he craved direction. To be dominated. Ryan loved when his lovers asked him to do things, because it put him in the ultimate power position—to deny or grant that request. “Was she a Domme?”

“I don’t know. She commanded me sometimes, and it was hotter than hell. No one tells me what to do, so to hit the sheets and suddenly be cuffed and at someone’s mercy…it was mind-blowing.”

Ryan followed the dips in Jordan’s stomach with his tongue, riding the waves of muscle, working up a naughty plan in his mind for later in the weekend. But tonight, Jordan just needed the experience, to revel in being loved by a man.

Jordan sucked in a breath as Ryan rimmed his navel. “I don’t mind giving the orders in bed, either.”

Ryan’s cock went from raging to inferno hard, the pain almost too intense to bear as his balls tightened. He raised his head from exploring Jordan’s hipbone to meet his dark, lusty gaze. “Jesus, Jordan. Who knew you’d blow my mind and rock my world at the same time?”

“My preferences excite you?” A flicker of something crossed his eyes, perhaps uncertainty.

“Oh, yeah. I have many naughty challenges ahead for you. You game?”

“Natch.” Jordan sighed again as Ryan’s mouth found the base of his cock. “I used that correctly? I’d hate to abuse the cool lingo.”

“You were perfect.” Ryan kissed the tip, relishing the taste of Jordan’s seeping slit. “You have decisions to make. I want to suck you again, but are you ready for the next step? I want to fuck you in the worst way, but not until you’re ready.”

“Yes, fuck me. Suck me, please. Just do whatever. This all feels amazing. I don’t want it to end.”

Ryan laughed, because Jordan definitely wasn’t the type to roll over and say do me. Yet here he was, doing just that. “We have all night.” He rose from the bed and went to the top drawer in his dresser. “I’m getting a few things, so we don’t break the mood later.”

The last thing he needed was Jordan chickening out. But as he cast a glance over the flush of excitement across his pale skin, he knew Jordan was in the moment, totally.

Maybe he was a great teacher when it came to Relaxation 101.

Jordan licked his lips in anticipation as Ryan turned from the dresser, items in his hands. God, he was magnificent. All deep tan, lean muscles wrought from hard work and even harder play, not from the gym, like his physique. Even his hips were a golden brown, matching the color of his pubic hair. Those abs, thighs, and ass would be strong from logging all those hours on horseback. He was one powerful guy.

That was exactly what attracted him sexually about Ryan—he exuded power. If he were to be honest, the few women he had dated had that same air, one of power. Dominance. Which didn’t make sense. Didn’t opposites attract?

Jordan contemplated Ryan’s body and how excited he grew from just taking him in. Ryan had curves—hard ones. The curve of his buttock as he turned to the drawer for something else, the glutes defined. The curve of his shaft, his erection thick as he turned back, the head of his cock deeper brown, almost purple. The lean curve between his pecs, sprinkled with the same golden tan hair.

Jordan swallowed as he stared at that cock again, proud, veins protruding, shaft thick. He’d bet Ryan’s dick was throbbing with anticipation to be sucked, to fuck. The strap-on Samantha had used on him, once, hadn’t been nearly that thick, but he’d liked the sensation, the fullness. The orgasm that had hit as he pumped his dick with his hand, along with her thrusts, had been the best ever at that point. But this was a rugged, virile man with a raging hard-on, about to claim his ass.

“Worried?” Ryan asked, as if he’d read Jordan’s mind.

“A bit.” Not worried enough to leave. He could take a little heat to get to the end result.

“Just condoms and lube. Nothing scary.” Ryan held up the two items and then set them on the bedside table. Ryan ran a finger along Jordan’s abs, and Jordan shivered in response, that sensual touch igniting fire in his balls. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Uneven footing,” Jordan said, hoping that explained everything.

Ryan nodded and lay on the bed next to Jordan, the length of his body pressed close, hot and intoxicating. Jordan fought to breathe, to think clearly, every nerve ending tingling with awareness. They met halfway in the space between them, mouths clashing, tongues warring, a kiss so powerful Jordan gripped Ryan’s shoulders tight in a futile effort to not be swept away.

Breath also raging, Ryan broke the kiss and started the journey downward. Who knew Jordan liked his nipples nipped, bitten? Not Jordan, and Ryan was damned good at it, damned good at making him jump with anticipation as his tongue laved a path down his body, lapping his salty, sticky skin clean.

Ryan reached his pubic hair and nuzzled, not lifting to engulf him this time. No, Ryan kissed around the base of his shaft then took one of his aching balls into his mouth and sucked. Christ, his toes curled on that one. Then Ryan mouthed in the other, the suction perfect.

The underside of his cock got attention next, Ryan’s tongue hot and wet along the sensitive skin, racing to the tip, then back down the shaft, over his balls to kiss his perineum. Jordan tensed, and Ryan placed his hands on Jordan’s thighs, firmly holding him in place as his tongue darted into his puckered hole, swirling, then probing, delighting all those little nerves in that tight rosette.

“Fuck,” Jordan groaned, unable to believe how sinfully good this felt. He wanted to writhe, arch against that talented tongue and lips. He spread his legs wider, his ass open to Ryan’s explorations. Ryan squirted lube, and his thumb explored, caressing the wrinkled flesh, coaxing him to relax.

“Breathe,” Ryan commanded. “Don’t come.”

Jordan’s breath whooshed out, his ass sinking to the mattress. Then Ryan eased his thumb inside to the knuckle and attacked Jordan’s cock, sucking with ruthless abandon. Holy fuck, that was amazing. Jordan jammed his heels into the mattress as white stars of pleasure clouded his vision.

No, he couldn’t come. He panicked and breathed, finding a place with boring tallies and lists, numbers galore. Unsure what to do with his hands, he grasped the sheet in his balled fists and held on tight.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” Ryan coaxed, his thumb still deep in Jordan’s eager ass.

“Are you going to take me this way?”

“No, I’m going to stimulate your…well, on a girl it’d be like a G-spot. Clinically speaking, your prostate. The orgasm you’ll get should be the best ever, if I let you come.”

“They don’t teach you this shit in health class,” Jordan observed as he slung his legs over Ryan’s strong shoulders, feeling a tad vulnerable, his cock and ass tilted for Ryan’s enjoyment.

“It might be better if they did.” Ryan’s thumb left, and Jordan moaned until he replaced it with a pleasingly rough finger, sliding in deep, the lube warm. Ryan gently explored, the pad of his finger so wet, hot inside of his ass. “Your ass is so tight. Hot. I can’t wait to fuck you. But right now, I’m going to suck you.”

Jesus, the dirty talk did its thing. Jordan went from hard to unbearable, the tightness in his balls and ass promising one hell of an orgasm. Ryan positioned himself so he could suck Jordan’s cock better, taking the full length of his shaft into his mouth, the tip hitting the back of Ryan’s throat.

And then Ryan must have found that sweet spot deep in his ass because desire rocketed through Jordan, ripping through his veins, into every cell, the feeling intensifying with each stroke of Ryan’s fingers and mouth. Ryan worked his free hand against his shaft, stroking in the same rhythm he sucked and stimulated his G-spot. All sane thought fled on the explosive pleasure that receded as Ryan’s mouth lifted.

“Don’t come,” Ryan commanded, his voice deep. Firm.

Jordan panted as he floated on the waves of ecstasy. “What? Shit, how?”

“Just breathe and think about something else. Haven’t ever had to stop yourself from coming?”

Good question. Jordan thought for a moment. “Uh, no.”

Ryan sat back on his heels, still caressing Jordan’s cock and ass with gentle touches that sent little zings of explosive need through his body. “How much do you wish to please me, Jordan? If you come without permission, I’ll be disappointed.”

Jordan’s heart pounded from a mix of excitement and fear. “I don’t want that.”

“Of course you don’t.” Ryan’s hands stilled their journey. “What position do you want for your first time?”

Jordan had never thought of having a choice. He could probably be taken by Ryan in almost any position Jordan could fuck a woman. But after all this incredible pleasure, he wasn’t going to be selfish. “What position would you like best?”

Ryan caressed his chest and thighs, his touch exactly what Jordan needed. “This is about you tonight. I want your first time to be Earth-shattering. That’s why I want you to wait to come. The more you hold back, the better it will be when I set you free.”

Oh, God, yes, he wanted to be set free. He was going with mind-blowing vulnerability so he could fly. “On my knees.”

“Just ask.”

Jordan nearly drooled with anticipation at those two words. Who would have thought asking for anything could be this exciting? “I’d like you to fuck me while I’m on my knees, please.”

“Then get on your knees.” Ryan’s tone was one of authority, hot and hard, and it sparked a tingle up Jordan’s spine.

Jordan struggled into position, his thighs trembling a bit, his body worn already. Need held him upright, his biceps flexing to support his upper body. Damned if his cock didn’t become rock-hard at the idea of being fucked by this incredible man. He closed his eyes, flinching as Ryan’s fingers smoothed down his buttocks.

“Easy. I’m not going to just lunge into you. This won’t hurt. I had two fingers in you, and you wanted more from the way you bucked. I’ll use lots of lube, go very slow. I’m going to talk dirty to you, too. Would you like that? Me telling you how I’m going to fuck you?”

Jordan’s breathing spiked, and his heart jumped in chest. This time when Ryan’s fingers brushed his puckered rosette, he relaxed. “Yes, please, talk dirty to me.”

A foil packet ripped, latex rolled, and lube squirted. Ryan’s thighs brushed his, and he used his knees to spread Jordan’s wider. The tip of his cock was cool and wet, sliding along his crack, his hand going to Jordan’s hip to hold him in the position Ryan wanted.

“Breathe,” Ryan whispered. “Just breathe.”

Jordan gulped and breathed, unsure if it was fear or anticipation that shuddered through him. The pressure was gentle yet insistent, and just the tip breached his opening, then through the ring of inner muscles, his ass burning just slightly as everything stretched. Jordan fought to relax and breathe, instead focusing on how fiercely hard his cock was beginning to throb.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. This is a study of how much control I have. Thank fuck I jacked off before you came over.” Ryan inched a bit deeper, his breathing controlled yet ragged.

“You jacked off?”

“In the shower, picturing you up against the wall, your ass out, my cock deep inside you. The water was warm, sluicing over your pale skin and your firm muscles. I grabbed your cock,” Ryan’s hand slid around and found Jordan’s throbbing shaft, “and pumped in the same rhythm as my thrusts.” As if to demonstrate, Ryan did just that in a bare whisper of movement. It was enough to be intoxicating. “Don’t come.”

“Fuck!” Jordan sucked in as much air as his lungs could take and blasted thoughts of the most boring things he could think—bank statements, baseball stats, lacrosse scores. His balls tightened and everything inside of him seemed to swirl on desire.

“Good, huh?” Ryan gripped Jordan’s cock harder, stroking faster while the motion in his ass remained no more than a vibration. “Imagine what fun we can have. The pleasure. I’ll suck you on the beach, fuck you in a hammock.”

“Yes,” Jordan breathed.
Jesus, yes.

Ryan was buried in his ass to the root, and Jordan’s toes wanted to curl on the fullness, the divine burn that started to fade, replaced with the tingling of nerves.

Ryan hips pulsed gently as he kissed Jordan’s back, nipped at his spine. “You can take me under the waterfall, and I’d want you to fuck me hard. I love it rough, your cock so deep you’ll fuck me out my own dick.”

Jordan moaned, the images sinful, almost as wicked as the feel of Ryan’s groin pressed against his ass on a down stroke. Suddenly, he wanted more, harder. Jordan arched backward, pushing against his palms, head down. Sweat beaded on his forehead, coating his skin. “Fuck me harder.”

“Excuse me?” Ryan withdrew a little and stilled.

“Fuck me harder. You heard me.”

Ryan slipped his shaft out so only the tip pulsed in Jordan’s ass. “No, I don’t think I did.”