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
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
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