A Wild Ride (11 page)

Dante shuffled to his feet and moved closer. “That doesn’t sound like dialing things back.”

“Yeah, but Benji was all for everything. I found out that because I wouldn’t do what he wanted, he was seeing someone else… and I loved him.” Ryan shook his head slowly. “The thing was, I thought an article on people dying because they were doing kinky stuff would make him see what he was doing. But it didn’t. Instead, it gave him ideas, and a week later I came home from class and found him half hanging from the upper bed in his room. When I got there he was still alive.”

“Jesus,” Dante whispered.

“Yeah. I got him down and called for help, but by the time anyone arrived, his eyes had rolled back in his head. We tried CPR, but his windpipe was crushed and there was nothing any of us could do. The school classified it as a suicide, and so did Benji’s parents. But I saw the fact that his pants were around his ankles and I knew what he’d been trying to do.”

“But that wasn’t your fault,” Dante said. “You didn’t know he was going to try that.”

“I should have. He tried everything. Anyway, after that I stayed away and kept to myself. The sex I have had since then has been ‘normal’, and I vowed to keep it that way.”

“But you are who you are,” Dante said.

“Yeah, and I was doing fine until I walked into that bar and saw you. The way you looked at me and your body language screamed out to me what you needed. And I wanted it.” Ryan shook off the regret about things he couldn’t change now. “I wanted you. So you see, I’m scared too, and I don’t have all the answers either. I’ve also read and learned a lot about myself and what it is that I want out of a relationship.” Ryan closed his eyes. “I don’t have all the answers and I probably have only a few more than you do, but I know what I want now and I’m willing to admit what I need. Are you?”

Dante held Ryan’s gaze for a few seconds before turning away. “That’s easy for you, you’re the….”

Ryan spun Dante around. “If you say ‘man’, I’m going to smack you,” Ryan told him firmly. “I don’t date women. I love them, but they hold no interest for me that way. I date and love men, period. So get rid of that notion,” Ryan said strongly to make his point. He waited without moving a muscle. Dante squirmed slightly under his gaze, but Ryan kept still and waited. This was the moment when Dante had to choose. He could run, and Ryan knew he’d move on, never bringing the subject up again, or Dante would accept what he needed and ask for it.

“Ryan, I—” Dante said a bit shakily, and then his expression cleared and he straightened. Ryan knew in that moment that Dante had made up his mind. “I want this,” Dante said.

Ryan closed the gap between them, encircling Dante in his arms and then kissing him hard. Dante almost immediately opened for him, and Ryan surged his tongue into Dante’s mouth, tasting him. He cupped the back of Dante’s head and kissed him hard. Dante shivered in his arms, and Ryan kissed him again, harder, more urgently, and the tiny vibrations that worked through Dante’s body became more pronounced, driving Ryan’s desire. He wanted this man so damn bad he could barely think, but he had to keep his wits about him. Breaking the kiss, Ryan gulped for air, and Dante gasped. Within seconds, Ryan kissed him again, and Dante shifted his head backward under the onslaught, beginning the process of giving himself over.

Ryan stepped back, needing a moment to catch his breath and clear his head. He looked around the building and saw a few ropes looped around the beams. Ryan was just able to reach them, and he threw them over the beam until they hung at the right height. “Go ahead and take off your shirt and jeans,” Ryan told Dante, “then grab the ropes. Then put your boots back on.”

“Are you going to tie me up?” Dante asked.

“No. This is where the strength comes in. If I wanted to restrict your movement, I could do that, but in this case, you’re going to restrict your movement by holding the ropes. You can let go at any time, but as soon as you do, I’ll stop.”

Dante nodded, pulled off his T-shirt and laid it aside, then went to work on his jeans and boots. Ryan made sure the door was closed and barred it from inside. “No one will come out here, will they?”

“No,” Dante said.

“Good.” Ryan moved back to where Dante had now grabbed the ropes, stretching his arms and chest taut. “Because for now you’re mine, and I don’t share or put on shows,” Ryan said as he lightly teased one of Dante’s nipples. Dante squirmed, and Ryan felt the bud pebble beneath his hand. “Do you remember the rules?” Dante nodded. “You need to answer.”

“Yes. You’re in charge, and I can’t come until you tell me,” Dante said, looking away, and Ryan gently turned his head until their gazes met.

“You have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. But you have to answer me out loud because nods and signals can be misinterpreted, but you telling me exactly what you want leaves little doubt.” Ryan leaned close, putting his lips right against Dante’s ear. “Besides, I love the sound of your voice. Whenever I hear it, I get hard and want nothing more than to slide my cock deep inside your gorgeous, tight ass.” Dante squirmed and let loose a small moan. Ryan walked around behind Dante and slowly ran his hand down his back. The muscles danced under Ryan’s palms and he moved closer until he was pressed to Dante’s back, his hips right against his butt. Dante pressed back against him and Ryan stepped away. “Stay still. I’ll give you what you need, but when I’m ready.” Ryan pulled off his shirt and then stepped close to Dante again, pressing his bare chest to Dante’s back. A huge sigh from Dante filled the room. “You like being touched, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Dante answered, tugging slightly on the ropes.

“How long had it been since someone other than me touched you like this?” Ryan reached around under Dante’s arms, stroking slowly across Dante’s chest.

“Long time,” Dante panted softly. “Too long.”

“You deserve to be touched and stroked. You deserve to have someone show you how they feel about you.” Ryan moved his hands lightly up and down Dante’s chest and stomach stopping just above the elastic of his briefs. Dante’s breath hitched, and Ryan continued stroking his skin. “I know you want to let go, and I know your cock is ready to rip itself out you’re so hard. I know exactly how you feel.” Ryan lightly ghosted his hand over the sizable bulge. “I also know you want me to give you some relief, and I will, but not right now.”

Ryan knelt down, running his hands over Dante’s strong, throbbing legs, lightly brushing his balls. “Ryan,” Dante moaned and threw his head back in frustration.

“I know,” Ryan whispered as he stroked his way back up Dante’s body. When he was once again standing behind Dante, he lightly kissed his shoulder and then his arm before stroking and kissing his shoulder blade and then down his spine. “Arch your back,” he said, and Dante did, curving his spine, hissing softly when Ryan licked and kissed the small of his back, then pulled the waistband of his underwear lower so he could reach the top of Dante’s butt. He quivered softly, and Ryan could feel the ripples of excitement as they rolled through Dante’s body.

Ryan tugged the fabric lower, licking and sucking on Dante’s skin. “Ryan, God,” Dante groaned, pulling on the ropes.

“Can you take more?” Ryan asked, and Dante groaned.

“Fuck me, yes,” Dante swore.

“Oh, honey, I intend to fuck you hard and well into next week, but not quite yet.” Ryan pulled Dante’s briefs to his ankles. “Step out of them and spread your legs wide.” Dante struggled a bit and Ryan had to help him, but he finally kicked the briefs away and stood in front of Ryan, naked, hard, throbbing, and his eyes filled with pride. “You are fucking gorgeous,” Ryan said.

“Am I going to get to see you?” Dante asked.

“Maybe,” Ryan said as he stepped forward, sliding his hand over Dante’s hot skin and down his belly before wrapping his fingers around Dante’s cock. “Remember the rules?” Dante nodded and threw his head back when Ryan stroked his cock.

“Ryan, that’s not fair,” Dante said.

“Oh, you can come if you want,” Ryan said with another, slower stroke. “But then it’ll all be over.” Dante cried out in frustration, and Ryan released him. Dante’s cock bobbed and jumped, and Ryan knew he was trying like hell to control his body. Ryan knew he could stroke Dante three more times and he’d be coming all over the place, but that wasn’t the objective. He wanted Dante to stay as close to the edge as he possibly could. “You are so fucking hot right now I can barely stand it.”

“Why don’t you get naked so I can see you too?” Dante asked, and Ryan smiled.

“Because I’m in charge,” Ryan reminded Dante. “And I’ll decide when you come, what you see, and what you feel. That’s the deal, remember?” Dante nodded and lowered his eyes to the floor. “Close your eyes,” Ryan said, and Dante did. Without making a sound, Ryan stepped around behind and lightly touched Dante’s shoulder. “Push your butt back for me,” Ryan whispered, and Dante arched his back, sticking his butt up and out. Ryan stroked the smooth skin of Dante’s ass. “Damn, this is beautiful,” Ryan murmured and knelt on the edge of the padding.

Ryan spread Dante’s cheeks and heard him hiss softly as he ran his tongue along Dante’s crack. Dante went up on his tiptoes and moaned something fierce when Ryan zeroed in on his opening, teasing and probing the puckered flesh. When Ryan did it again, he could have sworn Dante’s feet left the floor.

“Ryan!”

“I know. You like that, don’t you?” Ryan asked and then buried his face in Dante’s ass again. He licked and sucked, Dante’s musk filling his senses.

“Jesus,” Dante said as he pulled and yanked on the ropes. Ryan felt every tug and every throb that went through Dante’s body, but he continued rimming the hell out of him. “Not gonna last,” Dante warned, and Ryan backed off.

“Open your eyes and let go of the ropes,” Ryan said, and Dante lowered his hands, but didn’t move otherwise. “Go ahead and lie down on the pad.” Dante did, and Ryan smiled. “I love you wearing nothing but your boots,” Ryan told Dante as he stroked the worn leather and then slipped off his own shoes and dropped his pants.

“I hope you got something,” Dante said, and Ryan fished out his wallet and found a lubed condom. He opened the package and rolled it on before settling between Dante’s legs. He pushed his cock to Dante’s opening and then stopped. “Jesus, please just do it,” Dante said, and Ryan pushed forward. Dante’s body resisted at first and then opened around him. Dante swore up a storm. “Before you, I only rode bulls,” Dante gritted out.

“Well, if I’m the bull,” Ryan began, and he pushed deep into Dante’s body, “then you’re one hell of a ride.” The air whooshed out of Dante’s lungs as Ryan went deep, burying himself inside. ”Do you think you can take it?” Ryan wasn’t sure if even he could. Dante’s body gripped him so tight he could barely draw enough oxygen, and the heat was almost overpowering. Dante was a furnace, and Ryan basked in his warmth.

“Take what?” Dante asked, and Ryan pulled out before sliding back into Dante’s body in one long, deep stroke. “Motherfucking hell,” Dante bellowed and reached down to touch himself. Ryan pulled out and stilled with his cock right at Dante’s entrance. He didn’t move until Dante looked at him, a bit confused at first, and then he removed his hand. Ryan drove back into Dante’s body, stilling once again as his own cock jumped and throbbed. “Jesus God, you’re a mean bastard!”

“Not mean at all,” Ryan said evenly, but his own mind felt light enough to float away. “Just want to make you fly,” Ryan explained, and then he began to move, driving deep as Dante moaned with each and every stroke. He loved the way Dante lay under him, eyes closed like he was absorbing the feelings. “Look at me, Dante,” Ryan whispered, and Dante opened his deep eyes and stared at him. “You’re an amazing man.”

“So… are… you…,” Dante answered as Ryan pistoned into him. “Fuck… me… fuck… me,” Dante chanted just above his heaving breath. His words degraded to babble, but Ryan understood that Dante was reaching the precipice of where he could push him. And Ryan was quickly losing the last of his own control. “Want it, God, I want it, need it. No one but you makes me….” Dante moaned and stretched his arms over his head. Ryan watched, enraptured, as he gripped Dante’s hips, his cock disappearing over and over into Dante’s body. It blew him away how much Dante seemed to need him, and he could feel how much he was coming to need the strong, proud bull rider. Ryan wondered who was really in charge right now. Ryan reached down and took Dante’s bobbing cock in his hand and stroked him hard and fast. “Can….” Dante asked.

“Are you there? Are you flying?” Ryan asked, watching as Dante rolled his head back and forth on the padding.

“God, yes,” he whimpered. “Please let me….”

“Then yes… come for me now,” Ryan said, and Dante shook and his cock throbbed. Dante’s body tightened, gripping Ryan’s cock like a vise as he came over Ryan’s hand and his own stomach, screaming himself hoarse and filling the entire building with the ecstasy and joy of his release. Ryan lasted a few thrusts and then he came as well, his head floating and his vision doubling as he emptied himself into the condom.

Ryan felt the last of his energy slip away and fell forward. Thankfully, Dante caught him and held him tight. He let his body float for a while and held onto Dante. “That was something,” Ryan murmured, and Dante groaned what sounded like agreement.

After a while, Dante shifted. “Am I too heavy?” Ryan asked. He started to get up, but Dante pulled him back.

“You’re perfect,” Dante told him, and Ryan smiled.

“Do you feel better about what we did? No guilt?” Ryan asked, tilting his head so he could look into Dante’s eyes. “That’s good, because you’re one of the strongest men I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t feel strong sometimes,” Dante admitted.

“You don’t have to,” Ryan said, getting up to take care of the condom. He also found a rag that he used to wipe Dante’s skin before settling back on the padding next to him. “None of us feels strong and in control all the time, and we all need someone who’ll take care of us.” Ryan went quiet and closed his eyes. He was wandering into territory he didn’t think Dante was ready for. Hell,
he
wasn’t ready for it.