Off Limits (Secrets Kept 1)

Him.

Ryder managed to get my shirt off while we devoured each other’s mouths. Desire crackled in the air around us, thick and heady. My body was too hot, like I could burn up and dissolve into ash at any moment, and I knew I needed him before I went.

I pulled back and jerked his shirt off, arms around each other, hot skin and hard muscle enveloping me as we kissed again, chest to chest. Savored and fought as his tongue plunged into my mouth, then mine in his. Hands in hair, nails digging into skin, bodies rutting together.

It wasn’t enough.

He tried to hold me to him, but I pulled myself away, went to my knees on the floor, opened his button, his zipper, tugged at jeans that only made it mid-thigh before I lowered my face to his brief-covered bulge and inhaled his scent—sex and desire, musk and man.

“Fuck…Hutch. That’s it. Breathe me in. Suck on me.”

“Make me,” I replied into his balls, and he pushed at the back of my head, holding me there while I smiled, then willingly licked at the wet spot from his precum. I wanted to earn the load in his balls, to coax it out of him, then swallow his cum down, before feeding him mine.

He thrust up, still holding my head as I rooted around, still sucking him and licking his underwear, ready to have his salty skin on my tongue.

“So good…” he said, which made me pull back. “Bastard.”

I grinned. “You like me like this. We can’t make it too easy on each other, can we?” Still, when he lifted his hips, I tugged his pants and underwear the rest of the way down. His cock was long and thick, slightly curved, his nuts heavy and big, like he had a lifetime’s worth of seed waiting for me. I wanted to smell him again, to lick him and suck him and cover myself in him, but as soon as I went for him, Ryder managed to grab me and wrestle me to the couch until I was beneath him. He knelt above me, then leaned down, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“My turn.” Ryder kissed his way down my chest, until he reached the edge of my boxer briefs. He licked along the trail of hair that disappeared beneath them. My insides were trembling, like my body couldn’t hold it together and I’d crack open with how much I needed him.

He tilted his head down, his intent to treat my dick with the same devotion I had his clear, but then pulled back.

“You know you want it.” My thighs strained as I tried to keep it together. No one got me this needy, this starved for whatever they would give me.

“Yes.” He kissed my bulge. “But I want to make you suffer too.”

“Who’s the bastard now? Suck me.”

“Bossy.” He leaned in, traced his nose along the length of my cock. “Bossy…bossy.” But then he did the same as I had him, shoving his face into my groin, licking my boxer briefs, sucking me through them, taking in my scent, driving me wild.

I grabbed him, pulled him on top of me, and our mouths clashed together again, bodies rutting, hard cock against hard cock. I shoved a hand between us, stroked him, heard his breath hitch.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Ryder said.

“You were too slow to take them off.”

Ryder made quick work of them afterward, freeing my dick. He held us both in hand, jacking us together as we kissed and made out, losing ourselves in each other’s mouths.

It wasn’t nearly enough, though.

When I pushed up, he let me, until we were both on our knees on the couch. The slower pace we’d adopted all but disappeared as frenzied need tangled around us again.

My heart raced. Sweat dripped into my eyes. Blood rushed through my ears as the moment felt like it was slipping away. The room spun, and I grabbed on to Ryder, pushing and maneuvering, knowing he would stop me if he wanted, until he leaned over the arm of the couch, ass and back against my chest and cock. “I want inside you. Are you going to let me in?” I slid my cock up and down his crease.

He wrapped his arm up and behind him, around me, giving me a hard, claiming kiss. “If you want it, you better hurry and take it before I decide I want your ass instead.”

Damn, that was hot. I pushed him over more, sucked, then spit on my fingers. I kissed my way down the knots in his spine, fingers between his ass cheeks, seeking out his hole. I rubbed it, felt him begin to shake as I pushed inside.

“Lube. Under the couch,” Ryder said breathlessly.

“Isn’t that handy.” I made the jack-off motion, and he laughed.