“No need to be nervous, cowboy. Unless you don’t want to, then you can just say so, it’s okay.”
“I want to. I just never have, you know?” He’d never even considered.
That earned him another smile. “Aren’t firsts wonderful? They’re just that. One time. You never get them back.”
“Then I’d better not mess it up then, right?” He chuckled and stroked again, base to tip.
“You won’t. Something tells me you’ve had plenty of practice.” Mister Charlie’s voice got deeper. “When you’re done you can help me clean up too. I hope that’s something else to look forward to. Maybe not as good as an orgasm, but—” He got a wink.
Oh, he didn’t know. He privately loved the idea of washing Charles, making him happy and warm and comfortable. “I’m more than willing. More than.”
“Thank you.” Charles caught his chin and kissed him again, lingering this time, giving him plenty of heat to work with.
His hand tightened, and he dragged his palm over the tip, making his eyes cross. Fuck, he loved that little rush.
“Mm. More.” Charles nipped at his chin.
“Uh…uh-huh.” More worked for him. He offered Charles his throat, his abs going tight as his balls drew up.
Charles took advantage, nibbling and kissing down to his shoulder. “So hot, my beautiful cowboy.” That deep voice just barely reached him over the running water and the sound of his heartbeat in his own ears.
His neck was one hot spot after the other, and he couldn’t fight his moan. His hand moved faster, as he slid into second gear. He wasn’t going to live here long.
“Love that sound.” Charles slid wet hands over his chest, tracing muscle and teasing his nipples. “You’re what I need, cowboy. You’re all I need.”
Ryder wasn’t sure how he’d lucked into all this, but he was grateful he had. “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you close? You sound close.” He got another kiss, and then Charles looked down between them, staying close this time with one hand behind his back, steadying him.
“Uh-huh. Close.” He licked his lips, bracing himself, his thighs spreading. “Oh, fuck me.”
“Come on, Ryder. Show me how beautiful you are.”
He moaned and went up on tiptoe, Charles’s words sending his orgasm tearing through him in a wild rush.
“Yes. That’s right.” Charles pulled him in with that arm behind his back and kissed him again, barely letting him suck breaths in between.
He was dizzy and loving this, more than willing to give Charles anything he wanted.
“Mmm. Do you feel good, cowboy?” Charles let him go, and the water poured over him, rinsing him clean again.
“Uh-huh. So good.” He blinked, reaching for Charles with shaking hands.
Charles turned them, stepping under the water and giving him some room to see, to touch. “I do love a shower.”
“Me too.” He blinked a little to focus, then he grabbed the soap, lathering his hands up. “I love this.”
“I can’t wait to share mine at the estate. It’s enormous.”
He’d seen it. It had two shower heads and seats and steam and crazy things.
“That sounds like heaven.” He soaped Charles up, exploring and adoring the man’s skin, lingering on the sensitive spots.
Charles looked down at his hands. “That feels very nice, but don’t get me riled up. I’d rather have a nice buzz I can indulge later.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be decent, I promise.” He wasn’t trying to set Charles on fire, just warm him up.
“Mmm.” Charles took in a deep breath and stretched as he let it out. “Good boy.”