He gave Ryder a smile, admiring him with great appreciation as his own cock filled his jeans. “Thank you.” He stood, steppingclose and looped an arm around Ryder’s back. “You’re gorgeous. You don’t mind being admired, do you?”
Ryder’s cheeks went bright red. “Admired? It feels real nice, to know you like what you see.”
He bent to kiss Ryder again, have another taste of the man who wanted nothing more than to be good to him. “Darling Ryder, I’d have to be a fool not to.”
He stroked one tiny nipple to hardness, and Ryder pushed up on tiptoe, demanding more. More touch. More kisses. More of him.
There was plenty of him, and Ryder was welcome to it. He loved that Ryder never asked for anything for himself but was demanding now. He held the man off a little because he enjoyed the build-up, and he also liked the little grunt of protest he got from Ryder as he pulled his hands away to unbutton his own shirt.
Ryder’s cock was heavy, thick, leaving a wet spot on the boxer briefs, fingers tangling with his as he tried to help.
“Patience,” he said softly, but he withdrew his hands and let Ryder finish with his shirt. “There’s no rush.”
“That’s something new.”
He imagined so. He didn’t think long and slow was in Ryder’s repertoire.
He shrugged his shirt off. He wasn’t ripped like Ryder, or as young either, but he wasn’t ashamed of his physique or the hair on his chest—some of which was tinged with white.
“I think you might like it, even if it’s new.”
“I think you’re right.” The trail of glory disappearing under Ryder’s waistband was black as pitch, a stark contrast to the silver hair on his head.
He traced that line and tucked one finger under the elastic, giving it a light snap before cupping his whole hand over the bulge under the fabric.
Ryder’s prick swelled and jerked under his hand, and his eyes crossed.
“So needy.” Charles could have been talking about either of them as his own cock answered in kind. He rubbed firmly, measuring up Ryder’s graceful cock and hefty balls.
“Gonna make me embarrass myself.”
Charles could get used to that throaty, desperate tone of voice. “No. Never be embarrassed. It feels good to be wanted. I hadn’t expected anyone to feel that way about me again.” That was a deep and private truth. He knew he would find company if he wanted it, but he never thought anyone would see him—look at him the way Ryder was looking at him—ever again.
“Oh, honey. You’re hot as hell.” Ryder stepped into his space, face lifted for another kiss.
He heard that, but there was more in Ryder’s eyes than heat. He could see it.
For a man who was used to being in a hurry, Ryder’s kisses were remarkably sweet. He savored it, tongue exploring, tangling with Ryder’s, tasting curiously.
Ryder’s hands were rough, callused, and they made his skin sing, his eyes rolling back in his head.
He grunted, the sound rumbling in his chest as he opened his jeans to give his cock more room, then took a step forward, backing Ryder past the couch and toward his bedroom in the suite. He didn’t object to making love on a couch—or anywhere really—but not for a first time, and especially notthisfirst time. He wanted to be comfortable. He wanted Ryder to feel safe and cared for.
Not only that, but he needed to assure himself that Ryder understood how special this was.
He bent to remove his boots once they reached the bedroom and set them aside, then straightened up to slip out of his jeans.“Unfortunately, I’m not…prepared. I certainly didn’t have this in mind when we left the lake house.”
“No. I didn’t either, but we can make each other feel good in a bunch of different ways.” Ryder stroked his belly, petting him.
“No doubt.” He kicked his jeans aside and let Ryder get a look at him in his black boxer briefs. “You’ve proven yourself to be resourceful.”
“I am a smart dog. Trust me.” Ryder winked up at him, licking his lips and wetting them.
That was an invitation he was looking forward to accepting. He kissed those lips again and lifted Ryder to set him on the bed. Ryder was smaller, but all muscle, and more solid than he’d expected.
“Mmm…strong.” Ryder rubbed their noses together, then nipped his bottom lip.
“You too.” He reached for Ryder’s waistband and worked those green boxers down and off, then circled his fingers loosely around Ryder’s pretty cock.