with his tongue, teeth and lips, his cock had flooded with impatient steel once again.
By the time Ryan surrendered to the desire consuming them both, by the time the heli-musterer moaned into Jeremy’s mouth and wrapped one long, thick, muscular leg around Jeremy’s hip, Jeremy was close to erupting again.
Breaking the kiss, he ground his balls to Ryan’s erection, holding the man’s stare as he slowly trailed his fingertips from one of Ryan’s nipples to the other and back again.
“I don’t carry condoms on me,” Jeremy stated, pinching and then flicking Ryan’s right nipple.
Ryan closed his eyes, arching into Jeremy’s far-from-gentle caress. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat. “There’s another one in my wallet.”
A wild, lust-fuelled part of Jeremy wanted to say to hell with the condom. What would he give to feel Ryan’s flesh sliding over his in the most intimate, exposed way? The rational side of him told him it was too soon. The very fact he had a rational side at this feverish state of arousal surprised him.
Still without his glasses, he squinted at the blanket around them, searching for any sign of Ryan’s wallet. His heart thumped fast. His blood roared in his ears.
There.
He leaned to the side, refusing to demount Ryan as he reached for the slim, black shape to the left of his knee.
“Got it,” he muttered as his fingers connected with worn leather.
Beneath him, Ryan chuckled. “Do you have any idea how good that felt? Your balls rubbing against my dick as you reached for that?”
Repositioning himself back on Ryan’s hips, Jeremy lifted an eyebrow. “Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I sink my dick into your arse.”
In response, Ryan groaned. “I may explode before then.”
Jeremy ground his groin harder to Ryan’s. “Where’s that famous Outback resilience and strength we city folk hear so much about?”
He held out his arm and wriggled Ryan’s wallet at him.
Ryan shook his head. “You can get it.”
It was a simple thing, and yet it detonated fresh pleasure and happiness in Jeremy’s soul. No other man he knew would willingly allow another guy to go through his wallet.
It meant…something. Something Jeremy feared even as he craved to explore completely.
But you can’t. Not if you still plan on being the prime minister one day.
A heavy tension claimed him. He swallowed, watching Ryan’s face as he flipped open his wallet.
“In the middle section,” Ryan instructed on a husky whisper. “Under the photo of my mum and dad.”
Jeremy closed his eyes. Damn, could the man be any more perfect? More wonderful?
Ryan snorted, the sound wry. “Yeah, I’m that clichéd. Sorry.”
Slipping the condom packet free, Jeremy returned his gaze to Ryan and shook his head. “Clichéd was not the word I was thinking of.”
“What was?”
Smiling, Jeremy opened the foil square with his teeth, coaxed out the prophylactic and unrolled its slick, lubricated sheath over his erection. “Mine,” he answered.
A ragged, “Hell, yeah,” fell from Ryan’s lips.
Without speaking, Jeremy placed himself between Ryan’s hard thighs, smoothed a hand along the man’s right leg and inched it up off the blanket. Raising it until Ryan’s bent knee drew level with Jeremy’s jaw.
“Fuck,” Ryan choked out as realization dawned Jeremy intended to enter him face-to-face.
“Mine,” Jeremy repeated, the truth of the title flooding his groin with fresh steel. “Mine.”
Pressing Ryan’s leg closer to the man’s body, he aligned the tip of his cock to Ryan’s anus and pushed.
Two things happened at once.
Ryan’s arse opened to Jeremy’s penetration, circling his erection with a tight ring of slick muscle.
And absolute pleasure consumed Jeremy.
“Fuck me, that’s good.” Rapture etched Ryan’s face.
It was. So good. Better than Jeremy could fathom. Better than he’d anticipated. The deeper he sank into Ryan’s entry, the more intense and
By the time Ryan surrendered to the desire consuming them both, by the time the heli-musterer moaned into Jeremy’s mouth and wrapped one long, thick, muscular leg around Jeremy’s hip, Jeremy was close to erupting again.
Breaking the kiss, he ground his balls to Ryan’s erection, holding the man’s stare as he slowly trailed his fingertips from one of Ryan’s nipples to the other and back again.
“I don’t carry condoms on me,” Jeremy stated, pinching and then flicking Ryan’s right nipple.
Ryan closed his eyes, arching into Jeremy’s far-from-gentle caress. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat. “There’s another one in my wallet.”
A wild, lust-fuelled part of Jeremy wanted to say to hell with the condom. What would he give to feel Ryan’s flesh sliding over his in the most intimate, exposed way? The rational side of him told him it was too soon. The very fact he had a rational side at this feverish state of arousal surprised him.
Still without his glasses, he squinted at the blanket around them, searching for any sign of Ryan’s wallet. His heart thumped fast. His blood roared in his ears.
There.
He leaned to the side, refusing to demount Ryan as he reached for the slim, black shape to the left of his knee.
“Got it,” he muttered as his fingers connected with worn leather.
Beneath him, Ryan chuckled. “Do you have any idea how good that felt? Your balls rubbing against my dick as you reached for that?”
Repositioning himself back on Ryan’s hips, Jeremy lifted an eyebrow. “Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I sink my dick into your arse.”
In response, Ryan groaned. “I may explode before then.”
Jeremy ground his groin harder to Ryan’s. “Where’s that famous Outback resilience and strength we city folk hear so much about?”
He held out his arm and wriggled Ryan’s wallet at him.
Ryan shook his head. “You can get it.”
It was a simple thing, and yet it detonated fresh pleasure and happiness in Jeremy’s soul. No other man he knew would willingly allow another guy to go through his wallet.
It meant…something. Something Jeremy feared even as he craved to explore completely.
But you can’t. Not if you still plan on being the prime minister one day.
A heavy tension claimed him. He swallowed, watching Ryan’s face as he flipped open his wallet.
“In the middle section,” Ryan instructed on a husky whisper. “Under the photo of my mum and dad.”
Jeremy closed his eyes. Damn, could the man be any more perfect? More wonderful?
Ryan snorted, the sound wry. “Yeah, I’m that clichéd. Sorry.”
Slipping the condom packet free, Jeremy returned his gaze to Ryan and shook his head. “Clichéd was not the word I was thinking of.”
“What was?”
Smiling, Jeremy opened the foil square with his teeth, coaxed out the prophylactic and unrolled its slick, lubricated sheath over his erection. “Mine,” he answered.
A ragged, “Hell, yeah,” fell from Ryan’s lips.
Without speaking, Jeremy placed himself between Ryan’s hard thighs, smoothed a hand along the man’s right leg and inched it up off the blanket. Raising it until Ryan’s bent knee drew level with Jeremy’s jaw.
“Fuck,” Ryan choked out as realization dawned Jeremy intended to enter him face-to-face.
“Mine,” Jeremy repeated, the truth of the title flooding his groin with fresh steel. “Mine.”
Pressing Ryan’s leg closer to the man’s body, he aligned the tip of his cock to Ryan’s anus and pushed.
Two things happened at once.
Ryan’s arse opened to Jeremy’s penetration, circling his erection with a tight ring of slick muscle.
And absolute pleasure consumed Jeremy.
“Fuck me, that’s good.” Rapture etched Ryan’s face.
It was. So good. Better than Jeremy could fathom. Better than he’d anticipated. The deeper he sank into Ryan’s entry, the more intense and
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