Wyatt approached the door, looked through the peep hole and surprise made him take a step back. Of all the scenarios in his mind of who it could be, this had not been one of them. Curious, he opened it.
The bartender stood, a six pack in hand and a grin on his face. “Thought you might need another one.”
Wyatt glanced down the hallway, relieved to find it bare. His heart skipped a beat. What he didn’t need was his team seeing a man at his door holding beers. Rye didn’t look like a bellboy and Wyatt didn’t want the implication of where minds could take the situation.
Resolved to get him in before anyone saw, and to ascertain what his appearance was all about, Wyatt opened the door wider. “Come on in.”
Rye stepped through the threshold and Wyatt gave another look down the hall for good measure. Glad to see quiet halls before him, he shut the door and turned back to Rye, who examined the room.
He whistled. “Some place.”
Rye’s reply stunned Wyatt. Being a bartender at the resort, he’d expect the man to be aware of what the hotel held. “You’ve never been in the suite before?”
“Never needed to be.” Rye spun on his heels, heading toward the kitchen.
Wyatt took a seat on the couch, curious as to the reasons behind Rye’s visit. He hadn’t offered an invitation, nor gave any indication he wanted him there. Rye rummaged around the kitchen, depositing the beer into the fridge. Seconds passed before he returned with two opened beers and handed one to him. Wyatt took the cold beer and drank a few gulps, studying Rye as he sat on the opposite couch.
Many moments passed before Wyatt grew tired of the staring contest and wanted Rye to leave. Something about all this made him feel uncomfortable. The look in Rye’s eye, the determined set of his expression, he needed this man to go. “Thank you for the beer. I appreciate the gesture.” He stood and strode to the door about ready to open it when a firm hand grasped his bicep.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Wyatt first glanced at the hand holding strong around his arm then looked to Rye. His defenses skyrocketed. He shoved the man’s hand off and stepped away. “Not sure you’re given a choice.”
Rye closed the distance between them, coming face to face with him. Wyatt couldn’t help but respect the tenacity the man carried. No one stood up to him. Yet, for him, the closeness sent a hot wave of panic to course through his veins. Whatever Rye was after, he didn’t want. “Move away from me. Now.” He gave him a steady push and Rye stumbled back on his feet.
Wyatt witnessed a flash of a challenge form on Rye’s face and anger roared within him, fully understanding the reasons behind his visit. “I have no interest in whatever you came here for.”
Rye arched an eyebrow. “Don’t you?”
Words were lost to Wyatt now as the truth stared at him with deep blue eyes. Confronted, cornered, a position he didn’t like. Doing the only thing he could think of, he slugged Rye across the jaw and he went down like a sack of potatoes.
***
Rye opened his jaw to stretch out the muscles. He hadn’t expected the hit, nor prepared for it. The challenge increased. Adrenaline spiked in his body and arousal tore through him. He wanted Wyatt and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Pouncing off the floor, he plowed into Wyatt to send them smashing back into the wall. A loud crack declared they’d just dented the plaster.
Wyatt didn’t flinch. He shot back by pushing Rye onto the ground and squeezing his thighs around his waist, pinning his shoulders to the ground in an attempt to hold him there. “Stay where you are. Do you have any idea who I am?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Rye thrust underneath with his hips to release the hold and the pressure eased enough to allow him to rise back up on his knees. He shoved with all his might, sending Wyatt back and then flipped him over so they reversed positions.
With Wyatt face down, Rye placed his knee on his back, using all his weight to pin him. His left leg stretched out beside him to maintain his balance in a move learned long ago through UFC training.
As expected, Wyatt flung his arm back to get a hit, but Rye was ready, grabbed him behind the elbow, trapping his arm behind him making him defenseless. Wyatt grunted, sounding both annoyed and in pain.
“Do you yield?” Rye’s voice sounded through clenched teeth, using all his strength to hold Wyatt to the ground. Wyatt held more power than some of the fighters he’d gone up against. Didn’t much surprise him, the man was a U.S. Marshal, the job demanding he stay fit.
“You do realize, I have a gun strapped to my waist,” Wyatt sneered. “And you have just physically attacked a U.S. Marshal.”
Rye’s gaze flickered to the gun in the holster—the weapon didn’t bother him. If anything it gave strength to the hard-on he’d suffered from during the wrestling match. “Self-defense as I see it. You attacked first, and give it a couple hours, I’ll have the shiner to prove it.”
After a long pause, Wyatt sighed. “Fine, I yield. Get the fuck off.”
Rye grinned as he shifted, released Wyatt’s arm and allowed him out of the hold. He stood, unaware when Wyatt lunged at him, weapon drawn. They tumbled to the ground with the gun pointed at Rye’s chest.
“What game are you playing?” Wyatt accused.
“No game.” Rye’s nerves didn’t falter. He held no concern over the weapon pointed at him. Wyatt would never shoot. Any man given the role he held as a Marshal rose to that position by hard work and honor. “You planted the seed. I’m here to water it.”
Wyatt blinked, before his eyes narrowed. “What seed did I plant?”
“You think I didn’t see the fuck-me eyes you gave me downstairs? The way you watched my body and the look you got when you saw me touch my cock?”
“I-I-didn’t....” Wyatt pulled the weapon back, holstered it and stood to put some distance between them. Before he did, Rye felt Wyatt’s hardened bulge resting against his thigh.
The Marshal might be in denial, but his body wasn’t. Rye jumped to his feet and squared his shoulders. “Denial must be such a luxury.”
Wyatt snorted. “Meaning?”
A thousand meanings, Rye thought. What good would it do to explain? The Marshal would make some random excuse and deny it all to hell. Rye had enough pussyfooting around. His needy cock demanded attention. “I know you want me, your eyes cannot lie and your hard cock proves it.” He grasped onto the hem of his T-shirt and flung it over his head. Then he stood, bare-chested. Arousal crossed Wyatt’s face. It didn’t surprise him. A UFC fighter for well over ten years, Rye’s body was in impeccable shape and stirred many reactions just like the one he witnessed now. What interested him more was the body under Wyatt’s cotton T-shirt. He didn’t need to look hard to see toned thighs beneath his jeans, and furthermore, the heavy treat that Rye felt before. If he judged right, Wyatt’s cock was thick and long and he wanted to get a hold of it.
Taking a step toward him, Wyatt didn’t move away, his gaze intent on Rye’s approach, his jaw working, clenching the muscles there.
Once in front of him, Wyatt cleared his throat. “I’m not gay.”
“Nor am I.” Rye’s response seemed to startle Wyatt. His expression became perplexed, before he could get ahead of himself, Rye answered his unasked question. “I like sex, all types of sex, with all types of lovers.” He reached out and cupped Wyatt’s cock, stroking the rock hard erection. “Tonight I want this. Other times, I want pussy. It doesn’t make me anything other than a man who likes to indulge and is open to many kinds of pleasure.”
Wyatt’s eyes burned, seemed that Rye had thrown him a line to grab onto and showed they shared the same desires. At the same time however, confusion washed across Wyatt’s expression. They stood for long moments, staring, while Rye stroked Wyatt’s cock. Either Wyatt came to a resolution in his mind or the pleasure he received decided for him since his apprehension melted away to hard desire. Not saying a word, Wyatt reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Rye released his ha
nd from Wyatt’s cock, traveling it up to feel the hard planes of muscles beneath the soft, dark hair over Wyatt’s body. Not enough hair to cover his square chest and tight abs, but enough it spiked Rye’s arousal. He might have a smooth chest to show off the dragon tattoo that started at his pectoral muscles, ran over his shoulder and all the way down his back to his buttocks, but he liked his men…robust.
He ran his hands over Wyatt’s hard muscles. Moving down, he traced the rippling edges of Wyatt’s abs until his fingers trailed over the belt buckle. He dropped his hand into the rim of Wyatt’s pants, raised his gaze and yanked him forward.
“Tell me….” Rye stared into Wyatt’s eyes, challenging him to say no now.
A wicked glint appeared in Wyatt’s eye before he pushed hard against Rye’s chest until he hit the wall. His lips crushed against Rye’s. Powerful. Kiss for kiss, dominance filled the air until it was thick with it.
Wyatt broke off the kiss and stepped back. His eyes hooded and dark with desire, he kept his gaze on Rye as he began to unbuckle his belt and switched positions so he stood with his back to the wall. Moments later, his pants pooled at his feet.
“Get on your knees,” Wyatt demanded.
Rye’s cock throbbed, the order making his arousal sizzle. He reached down, freed his own erection from his pants to give himself pleasure, while he offered it to Wyatt, and knelt. Latching onto Wyatt’s dick, he gave it a long steady stroke, pleased with what was before him. His assumptions weren’t wrong, the man had been gifted with a spectacular cock.
Wyatt’s head fell back and he moaned.
Rye grinned. He would enjoy sucking Wyatt off, giving him a pleasure he’d never known. Pleasure only found with a man’s mouth and hand. Leaning forward, he inhaled the musty scent of Wyatt, parted his lips and had his first taste of a U.S. Marshal.
Chapter Three
Wyatt’s legs trembled beneath him. He pushed his back against the wall to steady himself. His balls drew up tight and his cock thickened as Rye’s mouth swept over his shaft. Hard, long pulls, nothing he’d ever experienced from a woman’s mouth. No hesitation in Rye’s moves, determined suction while he took the full length of Wyatt’s cock into his throat.
Rye held Wyatt’s sac in his hand, squeezed his testicles to near pain, yet his muscles tensed at the sensation and pleasure soared through him. He groaned as Rye continued to draw on him.
After a languorous suck, Rye backed away, keeping hold at the base of Wyatt’s cock and gave it a shake. “Nothing better than a man’s mouth, is there?”
Wyatt lowered his head and his cock grew harder watching Rye kneel before him, offering himself. Rye’s hand worked over the length of Wyatt with hard pressure. “Feels just as good as you jerking it.”
Working Wyatt’s cock, Rye went from the tip all the way the base, his hand squeezed against the hold. Wyatt’s jaw clenched, the pleasure forcing growls from his mouth and he widened his legs to stabilize himself. Rye never hurried his touches, never jerked him to come, only savored.
Releasing his hand around Wyatt’s sac, Rye trailed his fingers underneath to the soft skin behind. Wyatt’s head fell back against the wall with a loud bang. The touch on the sensitive spot stole his breath. Rye stroked his finger along in a come-hither motion while he continued to jerk him off.
Wyatt’s leg trembled, pants echoed from his mouth, before Rye dropped his hand, stood and walked toward the nightstand. Known to cater to its clients well, Wyatt wasn’t surprised at all when Rye opened the drawer to find the Castillo resort provided a bottle of lubrication. He unsealed the plastic wrap, applied the clear shiny liquid to his finger then returned to Wyatt.
Wyatt stood, cock standing out from his body, demanding more. Rye knelt again, placed his finger on the sensitive area, but moved further back this time. He pressed his finger against Wyatt’s anus. His muscles trembled around the touch. No one had ever touched his sweet spot before and Wyatt lost his mind.
“A virgin ass,” Rye groaned, “My favorite kind.” He dipped his finger through the tight knot of muscles.
Wyatt vibrated. “Fuck.”
While Rye worked his finger, he brought his mouth back to the tip of Wyatt’s dick and sucked. Wyatt’s only recourse, grab the man by the head and demand he take more. Ruthlessly, Wyatt fucked his mouth. Rye buried his finger deep in his ass and the sensation made Wyatt’s eyes roll back into his head as Rye’s finger played with his prostate.
Rye continued to stroke, forcing Wyatt to look back to him, his hand moving fast over Wyatt’s shaft, his eyes staying focused on Wyatt as his mouth welcomed him. Wyatt’s cock hit the back of Rye’s throat, yet he took it, moved past the gags that came in protest and owned that moment.
Fuck yeah!
With the sight of Rye before him, the sensations stole all train of thought from his mind, and Wyatt’s climax rose. The need to spill captured him, however he didn’t want it to end. No, he needed to make this moment last as long as possible. Raising his leg, he pushed against Rye’s chest sending him back on his ass. His finger yanked from the home it found. “Come here.”
The grin on Rye’s face declared he didn’t mind the change in positions. Wyatt reached down, latched onto Rye’s arm and tugged him up. He pressed his body against Rye’s, feeling his cock connect with his. He rolled his hips to rub himself along Rye, and he mirrored it. Thrusting against him, Wyatt took his mouth in a hard kiss. Tongues crashed. Lips crushed. Cocks rubbed together. Heat burned like wildfire through his body.
Wyatt grunted against his lips, his cock throbbing for more, pulsating to be freed from the pleasure it suffered. Yet, he held other interests. He’d been sucked, and sucked beyond measure. Never having his lips on a man’s cock, Wyatt’s mouth watered to experience Rye’s taste. Feel Rye’s large cock hit his throat as Rye found his own pleasure.
Breaking away from the kiss, he pushed Rye back until they entered the bedroom and Rye’s thighs hit the bed. Wyatt gave him another steady shove until Rye fell back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge. Wyatt latched onto his open jeans, yanking them off and throwing them aside. He kicked Rye’s legs wide open and stepped between them, grasping his needy cock.
Rye moaned.
Wyatt marveled at the man’s engorged length. He’d always wanted to experience this, dreamed of this moment, and here now, he wished he’d done this a long time ago. Nothing looked sexier. Hard lines of a thick body, not soft like a woman’s a body. It brought him to a fevered pitch. He gripped the tip of Rye’s cock and gave a steady squeeze, before running his hand down his shaft. Doing that, the feel of Rye, sent his arousal sky high.
Bending over him, Wyatt opened his mouth and devoured Rye. The salty taste of pre-cum titillated his taste buds as he tasted cock. He bobbed his head, working his mouth in a way he’d want for himself. Rye rocked his hips up in matching rhythm. Needing more, feeling the rush of his need, Wyatt gathered Rye’s balls in his hands, holding them close to the base of his cock. Rye’s groans of approval were deep, but not deep enough. Wyatt wanted to see the man who showed him this new type of pleasure writhing in desire.
He gave another steady suck before he released Rye from his mouth. His cock fell down to lay on his ripped abs. Wyatt licked his way down his shaft, to his testicles where he took each one into his mouth to play with, earning him low moans from the other man. Moving lower, he reached the soft skin Wyatt never knew possessed such intense nerve endings. He flicked it with his tongue and Rye’s legs quivered, a guttural groan sounding from his mouth.
Pushing at Rye’s thighs, he widened him, opened his ass for him and dipped his tongue along the little bud. Rye gasped, straightened up, his gaze focused on Wyatt’s and he’d never seen such want in a pair of eyes. Rye grasped onto his cock, and began jerking it while Wyatt tickled his anus.
In response, Wyatt grabbed onto his own length and began stroking it to find his pleasure. Wyatt drew in deeper, applied more pressure with his tongue, and Rye panted, fell back on the bed while he stroked
his cock with purposeful intent.
Wyatt’s eyes shut as his cock hardened, his release on the brink. Forcing himself to calm, he dropped his hand to draw the moment out and brought his tongue back into his mouth, releasing Rye from the sensations gripping him.
Rye raised his head, arched an eyebrow with a deep flush to his cheeks. “You might have a virgin ass, but you suck cock like a pro.” He shifted off the bed to turn onto his stomach, hips positioned on the edge with legs spread wide. “Now, let’s see if that status applies to how you fuck.”
***
Rye’s heart raced in anticipation. Wyatt strode over to his pants, grabbed a condom out of his wallet and proceeded to apply it. He wanted to be buried in Wyatt’s tight ass when he came, but he’d give Wyatt the first go, a new experience he wouldn’t deny him.
Wyatt approached, a wanton burn in his eyes. He grabbed the lube off the night table, drenched his cock in it and put some on his hand. Standing between Rye’s legs, he spread his ass cheeks with his hand and ran the liquid along Rye’s bud. Keeping his cheeks spread apart, he pressed his cock against Rye’s anus and inched his way in, allowing the muscles to relax to accept him.
“Tight,” Wyatt grated.
Thoughts fled Rye’s mind. An unforgiving lover, Wyatt thrust his hips forward, the muscles giving way to free moans from not only Wyatt, but Rye, too. Over and over again, he came at him with a steady pace, in and out, rendering Rye cross-eyed.
Rye’s cock moved against the bed beneath him, only adding to the sensations building inside. His G-spot stimulated by Wyatt’s hard cock, Rye grabbed onto the bed sheets and groaned in pleasure.
Wyatt gripped his ass, kept Rye’s cheeks spread as he delivered hard thrusts against his buttocks. Skin met skin. Sounds of satisfaction echoed through the room as the pressure in Rye built. Waves of pleasure caused his breath to hitch. If he could latch onto his cock and stroke it blindly, he’d come at any moment.
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