Since he couldn’t, he let Wyatt’s moves shift him back and forth on the bed to add to the sensation. His cock delighted, hardened further as it rubbed against the silk duvet.
“Fuck, so tight,” Wyatt shouted, his thrusts taking on a new sense of urgency. His fingers dug into Rye’s ass cheeks as he leaned more of his weight against him, thrusting harder.
The deep rasp of Wyatt’s breath indicated his approaching climax. Rye tightened his ass, earning a raucous moan from the other man’s mouth. Dropping his hands from his ass, he placed them on Rye’s shoulders, pinning him.
Yes. Rye wanted this, craved to be used by a man of power.
Wyatt pushed harder against him and Rye’s breathing hitched. The pressure on his lungs from Wyatt’s hands forced his breath out in deep huffs. Wyatt showed him no mercy. He went at him as if it was his given right to fuck him senseless, and Rye marveled at the demand.
Sweat formed over Rye’s body, and Wyatt’s own perspiration dripped along Rye’s back. A loud roar escaped Wyatt’s throat with a final thrust that brought him deep into Rye’s ass. Every muscle in Rye’s body tightened and the extra stretch caused from Wyatt’s widening erection made Rye mirror the roar. Wyatt’s weight dropped down on Rye’s back. He trembled, groaning out as his cock spilled.
After his shuddering ceased, Wyatt moaned. “Fucking incredible.” He shifted off Rye, plopped down onto the bed, yanked off the condom and threw it in the trash.
Rye steadied his breath, stood, his cock rock-hard and eager. “You’re about to eat your words. You’ve discovered nothing yet.” He approached his jeans, took out a condom and wasted no time putting it on. Then, grabbed the lube to apply it on his cock and his hand. Once done, he glanced up to find Wyatt expectant for more. Soft from his release, his cock became semi-erect and building as Rye approached. Reaching out, Rye gave him a push to scoot to the center of the bed. “You didn’t think you were the only one that got to enjoy an ass did you?”
No response came from Wyatt.
Rye settled in behind him, raised Wyatt’s leg by hitching it on his arm and ran his hand over Wyatt’s sweet ass to apply the lube, then brought his erection to where it craved to go. Gripping Wyatt’s thigh, Rye pushed through the taut muscles. Wyatt groaned, and Rye assumed, some pain, some pleasure. His ass never fucked before, it needed preparation. Rye pushed in small increments, allowing him to be accepted.
His cock strangled by Wyatt’s ass, Rye’s only remedy from the pressure and the sensations threatening to make him explode was to lower his head back against the bed and moan out the pleasure of the moment. Inch by inch, Rye continued to push in until Wyatt accepted the full length of him, buried deep.
Wyatt’s muscles relaxed, his body loosened and Rye tested the restraint by pulling out slightly to push back in. Tight—so incredibly tight—yet ready. Rye wouldn’t waste a moment more. He needed to get off and he wanted to come now. “Prepare to get fucked.”
Positioning himself up on his elbow, Rye wanted to watch Wyatt experience for the first time being taken in the ass, and without pause, he unleashed himself. Hard thrusts. Rough advances. Over and over again.
Rye had been close to coming before, now, he suspected in only moments he’d reach his end. His gaze lingered along Wyatt’s muscular body, so thick. Rye groaned witnessing the sheen of sweat making his skin look all that more appealing. It didn’t surprise Rye in the least to find Wyatt’s cock had hardened again, and to see he stroked it with dire need.
Pleasure demanded Rye to close his eyes and be lost to it. Yet, he couldn’t stop looking at Wyatt. The intensity on his face. Lost to sensations as his ass got fucked, good and hard, for the first time. Instead, Rye stared, focused on Wyatt’s expression and went wild, fuelled by a desire to make a claim on Wyatt.
Moans, grunts, groans filled the hotel room, the bed banging against the wall as Rye held nothing back. His own release built to extremes. He gripped Wyatt’s leg tight against his body and roared against the pleasure building inside, his cock choked by Wyatt’s tight rim.
Rye reluctantly closed his eyes as his balls drew up, his stomach clenched, and a wave of euphoria washed over him. He slammed hard against Wyatt’s ass, buried balls deep, his cum pulsed from his cock, and as his own release delighted him, he opened his eyes to witness Wyatt’s own release spill along his hand.
When the pleasure ceased, and Rye’s sense of mind returned, he took a minute to catch his breath, leaning forward to nibble on Wyatt’s nape, earning him a shiver. “Not only suck like a pro, but you fuck like one too, Marshal.”
Wyatt chuckled, deep and throaty, glancing over his shoulder with a lustful gaze behind the exhaustion. “Give me a half an hour, and I’ll prove to ya, you’ve only had a taste of how good I can fuck.”
Rye, and his semi-hard cock, planned to hold him to that promise.
Chapter Four
Wyatt stirred from his slumber, sore in all the right places, when a stern voice called, “Taryn to Chief.” He muttered a curse, rolling onto his side to grab the phone off the nightstand.
“Go ahead,” he croaked.
“Headquarters just contacted me. Katrina’s aunt informed us she has come to her home at Coral Gardens Beach Condominiums on Penns Road.”
Wyatt sat up, the sheet sliding down his torso. Hearing the news didn’t surprise him. When he arrived in Turks and Caicos, he’d come down hard on her family, even threatened to send them all to jail if he caught Katrina at their house. Her warrant involved a murder, so he suspected her family would hand her over if she popped her head up. And he’d been right. “Gather the team, I’ll meet you at the location in twenty.”
A quiet, ahem, captured his focus. Wyatt glanced over to find Rye with the sheet settled at his waist, giving him a fine view of muscles. His hands folded behind his head, he wore a sexy grin. “Good mornin’.”
“Mornin’.” As his greeting ended, Wyatt noticed the black and blue bruise under Rye’s left eye. Unhappiness filled him. “I’ve marked you there.”
Rye raised his hand to his eye, pushed against the bruise and cringed. “So you did.” He sat up, scooted close to Wyatt. “A little pain for pleasure never hurt anyone.”
Rye’s closeness stiffened Wyatt’s cock and sent his heart racing. Rye closed the distance, took Wyatt’s mouth with the force he expected from the man. Lips crushed against each other as tongues battled for dominance.
Wyatt’s harsh groan sounded through a clenched jaw as he backed away. His hard-on made his thoughts revolve around the idea of his mouth wrapped around Rye’s cock, being buried deep in his ass, experiencing this newfound pleasure. Yet, a job needed to be done. It would all have to wait. “I have to go.”
“Duty calls?” Rye exhaled, flopping back onto the bed with his needy erection tenting the sheet.
Forcing his gaze away, Wyatt rasped, “Exactly.” To confirm his thoughts, his phone beeped, indicating a text message awaited him. He stood, his cock standing erect from his body, demanding attention. Ignoring it, he reached for his phone just as Rye’s cell beeped as well. He heard Rye grab his phone, however Wyatt’s focus stayed on the message he read. His eyes had to be lying to him.
Sending a little follow-up message in hopes that you and Rye enjoyed your night together. I thank you for using 1NightStand to fulfill your match-making needs, and it’s my wish that you found what you were looking for. Please remember, I will continue to strive to find the woman you have requested. For now, enjoy yourself.
Sincerely yours,
Madame Eve
Wyatt’s mouth dropped open. He’d spent years alone, searching out the woman to make him happy, with no success. Two months ago, he’d enlisted the services of Madame Eve and filled out the questionnaire requesting to meet the woman of his dreams. Never did he expect to meet the man who’d freed him sexually and fulfill his buried fantasies. Furthermore, how in the hell did Madame Eve know deep down he craved to feel a hard masculine body? His suspicions rose and he wanted answer
s.
He snapped his accusing gaze to Rye. “Did you know of this?”
“I had no idea.” Surprise widened Rye’s eyes. He shook his head, his face blank with confusion. “I filled out a questionnaire for Madame Eve’s services a while back, but she never contacted me to say she found a match. Nor did she tell me anything about you. The message she just sent me stated her apology for making Saul late last night for his shift, but she needed to be sure we met.” His gaze turned curious. “You used her too?”
Wyatt nodded and considered this. How could it be possible? And how could Madame Eve know Rye would be so determined to make it happen? As his mind raced, trying to piece it all together, their phones again beeped in unison. Wyatt glanced down toward the lit screen.
Since I suspect you two are probably trying to figure it all out, always remember, I know you better than you know yourselves, and if you recall, the questionnaire stated you wouldn’t always know when and how you’d find your match. But I gave my word, I wouldn’t disappoint. I suggest you stop staring at each other and simply enjoy the happiness you’ve discovered.
Madame Eve
Wyatt burst out laughing, Rye followed right behind. “Un-fucking-believable.” Wyatt had wanted a woman, asked for a woman. How did Madame Eve know him well enough to arrange this? To know that deep down he longed to experience this? If he believed in magic, he might think it held a role there.
The experience far exceeded the expectations he’d placed on Madame Eve when he’d paid for her services in advance. Nothing he could compare it to. No limits. Excessive pleasure.
Continuing to chuckle, Wyatt strode toward his clothes while Rye watched from the bed, nearly undressing the clothes Wyatt put on with his stare.
“Mind not looking at me like that? My cock is already harder than fuck,” Wyatt grated.
“I’ve got no control that my body isn’t finished with you.” Rye emphasized it by wrapping his hand around his erection and giving it a tug.
Wyatt’s gaze trained on the man, which made his blood burn. He murmured erotic whispers, turning away to the mirror and ran a hand through his hair to straighten it then placed the cap on. He dug into his pocket to take out a piece of gum to freshen his mouth. He’d wasted enough time already, he didn’t want to worry about his breath now. He needed to get to Katrina. Once settled, he glanced back to Rye who hadn’t let up stroking his hard length.
“You plan on coming back after you catch whoever you’re after?” Rye’s question hung through the air and a little moan escaped his firm lips as his hand slid down to the base of his cock.
Wyatt stepped forward, grabbed the tip of Rye’s cock and squeezed hard. Rye wheezed, his eyes shut and he shuddered. Wyatt’s own groin awakened with a burning need to indulge himself in Rye’s talents, yet he understood his reasons for being there and his obligations to his job.
Keeping his hand on Rye, he leaned forward and kissed Rye’s mouth. A reminder for what Wyatt had to offer him. The experience wasn’t about a happily ever after nor about two hearts joining, it lingered on pure lust. Two men sharing the same want to fuck until their bodies were exhausted.
Wyatt released his hand, backed away from Rye’s mouth and stood, turning on his heel he strode to the door. Opening it wide and not giving a flying fuck who saw, he looked over his shoulder. “Count on it.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Stacey Kennedy is an avid lover of the paranormal romance, urban fantasy and erotic romance genres. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband. Be sure to drop her a line at www. staceykennedy.com, she loves to hear from her readers.
Table of Contents
Title page
~DEDICATION~
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
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