Ryder’s core strength stunned him, as he leaned down without using Charles’s hands to hold him up.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered against Ryder’s lips before they kissed. Their connection was always strong, often hungry, and this was no exception.
When their lips parted, Ryder moaned. “I’m all yours. Every inch.”
“I want you. All of that.” He reached for the lube, which was never hard for him to find, and poured the cool liquid on his fingers. “Scooch up so I can reach you.” His voice was so gravelly it sounded like he was half wild animal.
Ryder beamed at him, kneeling up tall, offering him that hard, tight little body, cock bobbing like a flagpole.
He tucked his hand under those heavy balls and found Ryder’s hot little hole waiting for him. He circled the boy’s cockwith his other hand and worked it slowly, just enough to give Ryder too much to think about.
Ryder’s lips parted, and his head fell back, exposing the long column of his throat.
“Beautiful.” He pushed his slippery fingers inside his boy and worked them around, making sure Ryder was going to be ready to ride.
Ryder moved unlike anyone he’d ever seen, rocking and sliding, taking his fingers in, again and again. Watching was making him ache, and he didn’t want to wait.
He withdrew his fingers, and the next time Ryder rocked, he replaced them with his prick.
Ryder arched, the sweetest long groan filling the air as a dark flush climbed his belly. “Oh, damn… You’re everywhere.”
He swallowed, trying to find his voice. “You feel like heaven.”
“I do.” Ryder settled on him, taking him to the root.
He groaned and rested his hands on Ryder’s thighs as his cowboy started to move, his gaze roaming over every muscle, every bit of Ryder’s skin.
“Love how you fill me up. Need you.”
“I’m right here. You can have everything you need.”
Ryder smiled at him, hands dragging up and down his body, teasing both of them.
“A month ago, you’d have rushed this, you know.” He winked at Ryder, teasing right back.
“A month ago, I was convinced I had to. This is better.”
“So much better.” Ryder did…something—moved in some way that sent fire up his spine and made it hard to get a deep breath. “So good.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t stop. Please. I’m aching.”
Charles had no intention of stopping. He worked Ryder’s cock through his hand and they rocked together, giving him everything he needed to spiral higher.
Every stroke made Ryder’s eyes cross, and that sweet ass clenched around him.
He watched Ryder’s face. It was so expressive, and he loved to see Ryder’s pleasure and desire. He also loved to see Ryder shoot, and he worked that pretty cock, teasing his thumb across the swollen head over and over.
“M-mister Charlie. Love. So fucking close.” Ryder’s eyes rolled back in his head.
He knew. He knew what every grimace meant, every twitch of that sweet body around his cock. Ryder knew what he liked too, and he liked it when his cowboy came first. “Beautiful boy.”
“Yours.” Ryder stared into him, his eyes so intense, so very hungry for him.
He stared right back, not shying away from the intimacy at all. He and Ryder shared every truth now, including this one. Especially this one. “Mine. Come for me, beautiful cowboy.”
“Yes, Sir. Anything for you.” Ryder moaned, hot seed pouring over his fingers.
He grunted as Ryder’s body vibrated around his cock. Jesus, he fucking loved that. He rolled up, fingers holding on to Ryder’s hips and rocked under his boy, sweet friction and heat pushing him right to the edge. He fought for a second to hold himself there because it felt so damn good, but it was a losing battle and just a couple of hard thrusts later, he was lost, shooting hard and diving off that cliff after his boy.