incredible it became.
The fact he could watch Ryan’s face as he entered him only made it more so.
All his years of sex with women, imagining they were someone else, an unknown man of rugged beauty and masculine power, and now he was finally with that man.
Ryan was that man, and Jeremy wanted to join with him in every way possible.
Sinking fully into Ryan’s flesh, Jeremy let out a ragged groan, the pleasure of the physical possession heightened by the open pleasure on Ryan’s face.
“Fuck, that feels right.” Ryan stared up at him, his chest heaving. “So right.”
Jeremy couldn’t argue. He’d never experienced anything more right.
“I was made to fill you,” he murmured, not in the least embarrassed by the cheesy sentiment of his declaration.
“You can say that again.” Ryan chuckled and closed his eyes, his face contorting with new pleasure as Jeremy began his first backward stroke. “Ah geez, ah fuck, here we go…here we…”
Jeremy slammed back into Ryan’s arse.
“Yes!” Ryan cried out, grabbing his cock—standing rigid and erect—and pumping it hard.
Delirious rapture surged through Jeremy at the sight. He drew back again, to the rim of his cockhead, tightened his grip on Ryan’s bent leg and sank into him again.
And once again, the honest pleasure on Ryan’s face turned the coupling into something so much more profound.
A lifetime later, bodies glistening with sweat, stares locked, ragged breaths in sync, they both came.
Together.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Ryan ground out, choking his dick with savage strokes. His ejaculate spurted from him in thick white streams and splashed onto his belly, his chest, the base of his throat. “I can feel you coming. I can feel your come as it leaves your…”
The rest of his awed declaration was lost to a groan as Jeremy bent forward and licked a wad of Ryan’s release from his throat.
“Holy fuck,” Ryan rasped, stroking the back of Jeremy’s head.
The gentle touch filled Jeremy with a warm glow of sheer contentedness and he straightened onto his knees, trailing his fingertips over Ryan’s chest, seeking out his semen. Its viscous texture under his fingers made his mouth fill with saliva.
He released Ryan’s leg, not even remotely interested in hiding his moan of dismay as his spent cock slipped from Ryan’s arse. “You can say that again.
Ryan grinned up at him, that sexy hint of a dimple in his right cheek flashing. “Holy—”
Jeremy kissed him silent.
And then proceeded to lick every drop of Ryan’s come from his flesh, until they were both hard again.
Chapter Nine
“It’s beautiful.”
Ryan opened his eyes and twisted on his back enough to cast Jeremy a curious look. “What is?”
Jeremy did his own twisting, rolling his head on Ryan’s stomach until he could smile at him. “Dawn. Dawn doesn’t look like this in the city.”
A warm weariness thrummed in Ryan’s body, the sensation a wonderful testament to the night’s activities.
Seven hours of lovemaking. Seven hours of exploring each other’s bodies, each other’s pleasure. Each other’s desires.
In that seven hours, they’d discovered they were both ticklish under their balls, both turned on by being bitten on their nipples and were both reduced to giggling immature schoolboys by fart jokes.
In that seven hours, Ryan had accepted the fact he’d never meet anyone like Jeremy again.
It was both a euphoric and tormenting realization.
They lay on their backs on the blanket, both still naked, Jeremy’s head resting on Ryan’s stomach, Ryan’s fingers drawing lazy patterns over Jeremy’s chest. They’d been talking about their childhood, sharing moments of personal joy and sorrow as they recovered from their last round of soul-rocking sex.
Ryan was all too aware they’d used the last condom. Just as he was all too aware their night together was rapidly running out.
At Jeremy’s acknowledgement of the rising sun, sorrow flowed through Ryan’s
The fact he could watch Ryan’s face as he entered him only made it more so.
All his years of sex with women, imagining they were someone else, an unknown man of rugged beauty and masculine power, and now he was finally with that man.
Ryan was that man, and Jeremy wanted to join with him in every way possible.
Sinking fully into Ryan’s flesh, Jeremy let out a ragged groan, the pleasure of the physical possession heightened by the open pleasure on Ryan’s face.
“Fuck, that feels right.” Ryan stared up at him, his chest heaving. “So right.”
Jeremy couldn’t argue. He’d never experienced anything more right.
“I was made to fill you,” he murmured, not in the least embarrassed by the cheesy sentiment of his declaration.
“You can say that again.” Ryan chuckled and closed his eyes, his face contorting with new pleasure as Jeremy began his first backward stroke. “Ah geez, ah fuck, here we go…here we…”
Jeremy slammed back into Ryan’s arse.
“Yes!” Ryan cried out, grabbing his cock—standing rigid and erect—and pumping it hard.
Delirious rapture surged through Jeremy at the sight. He drew back again, to the rim of his cockhead, tightened his grip on Ryan’s bent leg and sank into him again.
And once again, the honest pleasure on Ryan’s face turned the coupling into something so much more profound.
A lifetime later, bodies glistening with sweat, stares locked, ragged breaths in sync, they both came.
Together.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Ryan ground out, choking his dick with savage strokes. His ejaculate spurted from him in thick white streams and splashed onto his belly, his chest, the base of his throat. “I can feel you coming. I can feel your come as it leaves your…”
The rest of his awed declaration was lost to a groan as Jeremy bent forward and licked a wad of Ryan’s release from his throat.
“Holy fuck,” Ryan rasped, stroking the back of Jeremy’s head.
The gentle touch filled Jeremy with a warm glow of sheer contentedness and he straightened onto his knees, trailing his fingertips over Ryan’s chest, seeking out his semen. Its viscous texture under his fingers made his mouth fill with saliva.
He released Ryan’s leg, not even remotely interested in hiding his moan of dismay as his spent cock slipped from Ryan’s arse. “You can say that again.
Ryan grinned up at him, that sexy hint of a dimple in his right cheek flashing. “Holy—”
Jeremy kissed him silent.
And then proceeded to lick every drop of Ryan’s come from his flesh, until they were both hard again.
Chapter Nine
“It’s beautiful.”
Ryan opened his eyes and twisted on his back enough to cast Jeremy a curious look. “What is?”
Jeremy did his own twisting, rolling his head on Ryan’s stomach until he could smile at him. “Dawn. Dawn doesn’t look like this in the city.”
A warm weariness thrummed in Ryan’s body, the sensation a wonderful testament to the night’s activities.
Seven hours of lovemaking. Seven hours of exploring each other’s bodies, each other’s pleasure. Each other’s desires.
In that seven hours, they’d discovered they were both ticklish under their balls, both turned on by being bitten on their nipples and were both reduced to giggling immature schoolboys by fart jokes.
In that seven hours, Ryan had accepted the fact he’d never meet anyone like Jeremy again.
It was both a euphoric and tormenting realization.
They lay on their backs on the blanket, both still naked, Jeremy’s head resting on Ryan’s stomach, Ryan’s fingers drawing lazy patterns over Jeremy’s chest. They’d been talking about their childhood, sharing moments of personal joy and sorrow as they recovered from their last round of soul-rocking sex.
Ryan was all too aware they’d used the last condom. Just as he was all too aware their night together was rapidly running out.
At Jeremy’s acknowledgement of the rising sun, sorrow flowed through Ryan’s
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