Jordan swallowed, trembling with excitement both at the idea of a blowjob from a hot guy and being told what to do. “Ryan, would you suck me dry?”
Ryan pulled away and arched a brow. “Magic word?”
“This isn’t a fucking preschool.”
“But it doesn’t hurt to be polite.” Ryan kissed a path down Jordan’s chest, each touch of his lips a jolt of electricity on Jordan’s damp skin. “I like my men polite.”
Jordan felt a desperate tug of lust at the idea of being one of Ryan’s polite men. He tentatively reached beneath the waves and wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s shaft, thick and long, skin-covered steel nudging his palm. “Ryan, please suck me dry.”
“Very polite, Jordan.” Ryan groaned as Jordan’s thumb swept over the head of his cock. His breathing was ragged. “Can you float?”
“Yeah, it’s been awhile.”
“Start floating.”
Jordan tipped his head back and let his feet come up off the sandy floor, bobbing in the moonlight, unsure what Ryan was about. His cock popped above the gentle waves, and Ryan leaned forward to swallow the head.
“Shit!” Jordan dropped beneath the surface, that sweet, gentle suction almost unmanning him. He’d never reached the near point of no return that quickly before, ever.
Ryan laughed. “If you want me to blow you, stay up.”
“I didn’t expect it to feel that good.” Jordan breathed deep, shaken. So turned on. “I don’t know if I can if you do that. It feels too fucking good.”
“Think of the challenge. You floating, keeping from coming in my mouth too quickly, me giving you head…”
“That’s a trifecta challenge all on its own.” Jordan shook a bit as he stretched out in the water again. He liked getting blowjobs, but Ryan’s mouth was sinful. Ryan swallowed in the tip again, running his tongue around the head, sweeping over his slit leaking pre-cum. A hand slipped to the small of Jordan’s back, pressing upward, helping him to stay afloat as Ryan drew his shaft in deep.
“Oh, shit,” Jordan hissed, paddling his arms so he didn’t have to leave the heaven that was Ryan’s mouth. Awesome. Fucking awesome.
Ryan’s laugh rumbled around the root. He pulled upward, the suction strong, his mouth wrapping around just the head, tongue twirling around the corona. In, out, shallow, deep, his mouth tight on the out stroke. Heaven. Jordan stiffened and almost sank, fighting the wave of orgasm from surging.
Jordan’s cock popped free from Ryan’s mouth. In the moonlight, droplets of water sparkled in Ryan’s hair, along his wide shoulders. His hand stroked the base in firm, fucking nice pumps. “Come for me, Jordan. We have all night.”
All night…
Ryan settled his mouth over Jordan’s cock again, going deep, relaxing his throat so the tip hit the back, his lips pressed into the swirl of water at the base. No one had ever deep-throated him like that, and Jordan came, moaning, his cock surging in hot, fierce pulses. He waved his arms in the water to stay afloat when all he wanted to do was pump his hips and fuck Ryan’s mouth.
“You taste great,” Ryan murmured with approval after he sucked Jordan dry as promised. His hand slid from Jordan’s shaft to caress his chest and stomach. “Still with me?”
“Yeah.” Jordan allowed his shaking legs to sink under the water, his dick still semi-hard despite the load he’d shot. He sank his feet into the sandy bottom, in total awe of the man in front of him. “That was the best blow job. Ever.” He remembered Ryan liked his men polite, so he murmured, “Thank you.”
“I’m good at blow jobs. Wait until I get you on a bed.” Ryan wrapped his arms around Jordan’s shoulders and tugged him close, his rock-hard erection like a branding iron along Jordan’s belly.
“Cocky.” He reached for Ryan’s hard shaft and palmed it, braver this time. “Very cocky.”
Ryan groaned and kissed Jordan, his mouth possessive, tasting of his essence, salty and musky. He wondered how Ryan would taste in his throat, and his balls tightened at the idea of returning the pleasure. It couldn’t be that hard to do, right? He knew what he liked.
For the first time in a long time, Jordan felt unsure, and though he’d enlisted Ryan’s help to teach him to relax, he never really intended to give up control of anything. It was terrifying and exciting, all at the same time.
Ryan’s cock wasn’t terrifying, though. Jordan drew in a ragged breath as he reveled in the sensation of satin skin gliding over hard heat in his palm.
Jordan choked out, “I’d like to taste you, but I don’t know if I’d be good at doing this while you float. Fuck, I don’t even know if I’ll be good at this, period.”
Ryan drew him closer in an embrace that was strong, comforting. “Uneven footing, Hill?” he whispered in Jordan’s ear, his breath tickling his skin.
Blake loved the phrase,—uneven footing—and it made Jordan swallow a lump in his throat.
“This whole day has been filled with firsts for me. First time on a horse. First time doing this. I don’t do well in new situations.” Jordan hated this honesty shit.
“You did great on the horse. You’ll do even better loving me.” Ryan kissed him quickly, then pulled away and tugged his hand. “Let’s go inside, have a little more wine.”
Jordan balked. “Don’t you need to come?”
Ryan smiled. “I’m not a teenager. I can wait. And if this is too much for you, I’m fine.”
Was it too much? Ryan was offering him an out. A part of him said yeah, this was way too fucking much. That part said he should run, get on a plane, go home, and forget about Ryan McCale.
Ryan’s steady, calm gaze told Jordan that as intense as things might get, he was safe. Something about Ryan had put him at ease and made him relax, long before the excellent blowjob. He didn’t feel the need to be in control, which was refreshing. This was vacation, damn it, and he was going to have one hell of a boys-gone-wild weekend. He was going to live, for Blake.
“I haven’t been in a position like this, ever. I don’t do uneven footing. But relaxation is what Blake wanted for me, and I have to admit, though part of me is uneasy about where this is going, I
am
relaxed. So…I’m good.”
Ryan’s smile was slow and filled with promise in the moonlight. “That’s good. So what do you want, now? Just ask.”
Jordan couldn’t remember a time when he’d let his proverbial hair down, ever. Not in high school, not in college. Blake had been the bad boy, into pot and wild parties, way out of control. Blake had eventually gotten his act together, but he’d picked on Jordan for not following in his footsteps. But a wild Jordan would have been way too much for his parents to deal with, and they had enough. Blake had caused enough stress.
This wasn’t that wild, it was just…expressive. Yes, he was finding a new way to express himself, as a man. It was only a weekend. A weekend of pleasure couldn’t unravel years and years of his life.
Jordan drew in a huge breath and took the leap into the most honest he’d ever been with himself. Ever.
“I want you, Ryan. I want one night of the best orgasms of my life. No, strike that. I want one weekend. One boys-gone-wild weekend to press the limits. Please.” As if to seal the deal, to make what he voiced tangible, Jordan leaned in and kissed Ryan. “I asked you to teach me to live the relaxed life. You have a challenge in front of you.”
Ryan’s smile promised that he was more than up to the challenge. “I think this is going to be a fun weekend.”
Jordan grinned. “Natch.”
Chapter Four
Ryan had no clue what to think as they gathered their clothes and he gestured for Jordan to go inside. He extinguished the torches and followed, horny as hell and reeling. The last thing he expected was Jordan to ask to be kissed.
No, the last thing he expected was blowing Jordan in the ocean. It had been hot as hell, so exciting, and he had wanted Jordan in his mouth bad enough to improvise just in case Jordan wanted to bolt. That made him feel a little dirty, but the move paid off.
Jordan was in his living room, naked, working on another erection as he studied Ryan’s painting. So unreadable, and Ryan wondered what it would be like to face this man professionally, across a table, in a conference room. He’d be formidable. Ruthless. Ryan had to remember that, at all times. Jordan Hill, his reluctant business partner, would be nothing like Jordan in bed.
Ryan respected him more now than he ever would have if they’d met professionally, over paperwork. Jordan had been refreshingly honest, admitting his unease when he could have hidden behind that unreadable mask. Not many men would do that, not the deadly sharks in the business world. Definitely not men faced with huge changes in the sexuality department.
He understood how Jordan would be puzzled about his changing sexuality. Ryan’s first love had been in the closet, unable to admit to the world the deep love he felt for Ryan. And they had a great relationship, as long as Ryan remembered to keep it behind doors. It’d been hell at times, when all he wanted to do was shout to the hills how much he’d loved Mark. Ryan had vowed if he ever found another man, there was no way in hell he was hiding it.
But now Ryan found himself back at square one, with a hot guy who had no clue what side of the sexual fence he sat on. He sighed. One step at a time. He’d take a page from Jordan’s desires and give him that boys-gone-wild weekend. Indulge. And worry about the rest Monday.
“Hey,” Ryan said as he entered through the patio door. Jordan turned from the painting on the far wall. “Want a shower? The salt water is great to swim in but leaves you sticky.”
“Sure.” Jordan gestured to the painting of the waterfall over the sofa. “This is an amazing piece of art. Who is the artist?”
“Me.”
“You.” Jordan’s brow flew up, and he appraised the work again, as if it were a whole new piece instead of the same watercolor Ryan had done last year. After a long moment, Jordan glanced back at Ryan with a deeper level of respect glimmering in his eyes. “Wow. This is incredible. It’s in line with Vincelli’s landscapes, with the bold strokes and use of color. I’ve invested in several.”
“Invested?”
Jordan frowned, his brow furrowed. “Why else would one own art?”
“To enjoy?”
“I enjoyed purchasing it, and I really enjoy when it sells at a huge profit.” Jordan snorted and glanced back at the painting with a look almost like longing. “How long did it take to paint?”
“It took a week of riding out there at the same time each day. I didn’t want to work from photos. That’s why Brownie knows the way so well. I took him because he’s quiet and wouldn’t dump my supplies into the ravine.” Ryan fought a blush of pleasure at Jordan’s praise, though it saddened him that Jordan didn’t own art because it moved him. Ryan gestured toward the back of the house. “Shower?”
“Sure.” Again, unreadable, but Jordan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Ryan led the way, down the hall to his bedroom. It was a cozy room, done in ocean blue with dark woods for the furniture and huge bed, the space airy, the side door opening to the patio. He tossed his clothes on a corner chair and turned. Jordan looked unsure yet aroused as hell, and compassion kicked in. “Come here.”
Jordan took a hesitant step forward, his naked form lean and way attractive in the dim light of the ceiling fan. His cock bobbed, lengthening from the dark curls at the juncture of his thighs. “This feels fucking awkward.”
“Yeah, it will for a bit. Pretend it’s a conference room and I’m your adversary.”
“I want you to have sex with me, not oppose me.” Jordan ran a hand through Ryan’s hair, smoothing it back from his forehead, but his eyes lit with fresh desire and lust. “Your challenge. Tell me what to do. I’d like nothing more than to follow your lead.”
Desire that had coiled in Ryan’s stomach unleashed, snapping over his nerves in the most incredible way. Jordan wanted Ryan to be in charge, to call the shots. The challenge was definitely in his court and it was a game Ryan wanted to play badly. “You want me to take control.”
“Yes.” That one yes was weighted and heavy from Jordan’s lips, as if it cost him a million to say it.
“I want to fuck you, Jordan. I want to claim you as mine for tonight.”
Jordan closed his eyes and Ryan would have bet a gypsy a bag of feed that he trembled ever so slightly. “Please.”
“Then just ask.”
Desire glazed over Jordan’s eyes. “Please fuck me.”
Ryan would bet a gypsy a second bag of feed that Jordan had never, ever asked anyone to fuck him before. “Do you want to be claimed, too? I can fuck you without claiming you.”
“I want to be yours for tonight. Please. Let me.”
Ryan took his clothes and set them in the chair, too, and then assessed Jordan with a fresh perspective. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you? Maybe suck those pink nipples of yours?”
“Yes, please kiss and suck me.” Jordan’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the cords of his neck tight.
Ryan drew a finger down Jordan’s chest, through the damp chest hair, down to his navel, Jordan’s stomach muscles twitching. “This time when I suck your cock, you’ll be flat on your back, my fingers deep in your ass. I’ll bring you right to the edge of bliss and then hold you there, many times. You’ll beg, Jordan. You’ll beg me to come. But you won’t.”
Jordan made a noise in the back of his throat, one that wasn’t quite a whimper but bespoke deep arousal.
“Then I’ll fuck you. If you’re good, I’ll let you return the favor. But only if you’re incredibly good. Then you’ll come for me.” Ryan lifted his finger and drew a path along Jordan’s lips, outlining them with a feather-light touch. “But first, I’m going to kiss you.”
“Yes, please, kiss me.” Jordan’s eyes opened then, glittering in the dim light as he met Ryan’s gaze boldly. Jordan parted his lips, wanting that kiss.
But Ryan held his gaze, fighting the almost magnetic pull drawing him in. Yep, Jordan wanted this—pupils dilated, lips parted on shallow breathing, leaning forward, anticipating. A spark of something exciting shot between them, igniting Ryan’s lust, spiking his heart rate. Fuck, he had to have him. Now.
Ryan swooped in and claimed Jordan’s lips, kissing him hard, deep, tugging his hips closer so their cocks met, sandwiched between hard muscled abdomens, clashing, rubbing. Jordan kissed him back, just as insistent. A bead of pre-cum hit Ryan’s stomach, and he moaned at the heat and dampness. Yes, God, yes.