Saints United [For Love of Authority 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhiannon Ayers

  When Ryder felt he’d worked A.J.’s body enough, he withdrew his fingers and reached for a condom. A.J. watched, licking his lips and panting, as Ryder smoothed the latex over his length. Ryder leaned forward, holding himself up in a one-armed push-up stance as he claimed A.J.’s mouth yet again. He pushed his knees up against the backs of A.J.’s thighs, palmed his cock with one hand, and pressed the head against A.J.’s quivering hole. Then he started slowly, slowly, pushing his way inside.

  A.J. nearly screamed. Everything narrowed to the feel of that long, thick cock sinking into him. The feeling was so intense, so erotic, so overpowering he could barely think. It took effort from both of them, but eventually A.J.’s muscles gave way, causing the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding to explode outward as he felt the inner pop of full penetration. As Ryder sank in deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, the head of his cock brushed over something inside A.J.’s ass, a place so perfect and amazing and fucking wonderful it nearly blew the top of his head clean off.

  Both of them froze, panting hard from the pleasure of that single penetration. After a long moment, during which A.J. could do nothing but shake, Ryder planted his hands on the mattress beside A.J.’s shoulders, looked A.J. in the eye, and started to thrust.

  A.J. couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He could only feel. Ryder’s heavenly cock stroked his anal walls deliciously, sending fiery zings of pleasure radiating outward from his ass until they took over his whole consciousness. Ryder kept it slow, pushing in as deep as he could get before pulling almost all the way out. A.J. groaned with every stroke of those powerful hips, found himself raising his own to meet each slow thrust, until both of them were shaking with the effort of keeping the ride so steady and deep. It felt so good, God, it felt so good, so good, so good, so good…

  He never wanted this to end. Never, never, never wanted this to end. Ryder’s cock felt so good inside him, so intensely erotic, it was like he’d never experienced the true pleasures of sex before. The long inward glide, the anticipation as he pulled almost all the way out, waiting for him to do it all over again…

  A.J. clamped both hands around Ryder’s thighs, desperately needing an anchor against the overwhelming bliss radiating through his body. Ryder closed his eyes, a rumble of male satisfaction vibrating from his body into A.J.’s. He started snapping his hips faster, using shorter, harder strokes, sinking his shaft deep over and over again. His cock grazed A.J.’s sweet spot, intensifying the little zings of pleasure into outright lightning bolts that sizzled every nerve-ending they passed, until A.J. lost complete control of himself. He threw back his head, started grunting and moaning every time Ryder’s hips smacked against his thighs.

  Overcome, A.J. reached for his cock—but Ryder must have been waiting for it. The bigger man lay down flat on top of him, resting his elbows on either side of A.J.’s head, mashing A.J.’s cock between their stomachs. A.J. gasped, his whole body jerking as the angle of penetration changed. Now, the head of Ryder’s glorious cock jammed right against his sweet spot with every hard downward drive of those hips, setting off little explosions that started getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger...

  Too much. Too good. Too fast. A.J. didn’t want to come again so quickly, but he was already about to blow. He was going to go up in flames, going to explode from sheer lust overload if Ryder didn’t let him touch his cock soon.

  “Please…” he panted desperately. “Please…touch my cock…Please…for the love of God, Ryder…”

  “No,” the bigger man rumbled. He sped his thrusts, pounding A.J. so hard the bunk shook, even though it was bolted to the floor. “You’ll come because of my cock in your ass. Nothing else. Understand me? You’ll come because of me, because I let you come. Not before.”

  A.J. let out a shattered moan, buried his face in the crook of Ryder’s neck, and let himself go, gave himself over to Ryder’s expert care. The bigger man rode him hard and fast, slamming his huge shaft deep into A.J.’s body over and over again. A.J. shook, body convulsing, about to blow into a million tiny pieces.

  “Please!” he begged, breath sobbing in his throat. “God…Please…please, Ryder…let me come…”

  Ryder snarled possessively, bit A.J.’s shoulder as he continued thrusting harder, faster, pounding him like a jackhammer. A.J. cried out, so close to exploding it was like his body was a stick of dynamite…

  Finally, at long last, when A.J. was ready to start begging again, Ryder reared back and whispered, “Come. Now.”

  A.J. froze.

  Then he threw back his head, every muscle in his body tensing as the most intense orgasm of his entire life rocketed through him. A second later, he felt Ryder’s cock swell inside him, felt the searing hot jets of his semen right through the barrier of the condom. A.J.’s eyes widened, stunned as the eroticism of that feeling sent his orgasm blazing even higher. It went on forever, far, far longer than anything else he’d ever experienced before. Ever. And the whole time he was shaking and moaning, nearly crying from the force of emotion running rampant through his system, Ryder watched his face with gleaming eyes and shook with the force of his own orgasm.

  A long, long time afterward, Ryder collapsed on top of him. Both men lay panting, holding each other while they tried to recover their scattered wits. After a while, Ryder finally lifted up, looking into A.J.’s eyes with a soft smile. He kissed him gently, sweetly. When he finally released A.J.’s lips, A.J. was almost crying from the tenderness of that single act of possession.

  Ryder rose, slipped on a pair of jean shorts—commando underneath—and slipped out of the dorm room while A.J. just watched, wondering what the hell was going on. But Ryder returned immediately, closing and locking the door behind him. He shucked the jeans one-handed, his other filled with a small towel. When he settled on the edge of the bed and reached for A.J.’s thigh, A.J. jerked back, blushing furiously.

  “I’ll take care of it,” he whispered, reaching for the towel.

  But Ryder held it out of A.J.’s reach, expression set. “No,” the bigger man whispered back. “Let me clean you up, A.J. Please, I…need to do it myself.”

  The slight tremor in Ryder’s voice, the barest hint of uncertainty, stopped A.J.’s protests cold. He nodded, forcing himself to relax. Ryder sighed softly—was there relief in that sound?—and reached for A.J. again. He ran the towel over A.J.’s cock and balls, shifting him around to clean the now-sticky lube from his ass. A.J. felt his cheeks heat, but not with embarrassment. He felt…cared for. Cherished. That Ryder would want to do this for him, want it so much he practically begged, made it seem like a ritual of some sort. Something important to Ryder. Something he had to do.

  Something he had to do because A.J. was important to Ryder.

  His task done, Ryder tossed the wet towel onto the floor, then settled himself on his side, propping his head on one elbow. A.J. blinked up at his friend, too shocked—and too sated—to articulate how he was feeling right then. Ryder smiled, reached down to the foot of the bed, and drew the top sheet over both of them. Then he let one hand drift over A.J.’s abdomen, making his cock try to rise yet again. A.J. bit back a curse.

  “Still think this is just another wet dream?” Ryder rumbled, a gleam of amusement in his amber eyes.

  A.J. grimaced. “Since this is the part where I usually wake up, I guess not.”

  Ryder snorted out a laugh, grinning. “Good. Because we’re far from finished, I promise you that.”

  Chapter 4

  Eight Years Ago

  Hot damn. Ryder actually sounded serious, as if he really could go all night long. It made A.J.’s head spin, the thought that his best friend and roommate, the man he’d lusted after for four years, would be so nonchalant about fucking him again and again.

  Almost as if he fucked guys every day.

  But that couldn’t be true. Ryder was a ladies’ man. He had chicks panting over him all the time. And while he’d never had a steady girlfriend, he also was never lacking in company of t
he female persuasion. So when had he decided he could fuck another man? When had he learned how to stretch a man’s body to take his cock, or how to angle his hips just right so he’d pound that sweet spot A.J. had just discovered tonight? It made no sense. Even if Ryder had been having wet dreams about A.J. as he claimed, it still didn’t automatically follow that he would want to fuck him. A.J. himself was still reeling from what just happened, and he’d been fighting his desire for years. How could Ryder act like this was no big deal, like he did it every day?

  “Why are you okay with this?” The question popped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

  Ryder raised an eyebrow, continuing to drive A.J. insane with those enticing strokes to his stomach. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  His jaw dropped. “Because…because you’re not gay!”

  Ryder chuckled. “Neither are you,” he pointed out reasonably.

  “Yeah, but…I mean no…I mean…” He stopped, shook his head. “Are you bi, or something?”

  Ryder shrugged one shoulder. “I suppose if you have to have a label, that one’s as good as any.”

  He frowned. “What do you mean, if I have to have a label?”

  “I know exactly who I am, A.J. Why do I need a word to describe myself to anyone else? Labels are for other people, so they can bullshit themselves into feeling superior. I don’t need some random word to describe myself. Why should I?”

  A.J. blinked. “That’s…I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

  Another of those one-armed shrugs. “Most people don’t.”

  “How did you come to start…thinking like that?”

  Those amber eyes gleamed in the darkness. “From being with Sidri and Tatum.”

  A shiver rolled down A.J.’s spine. Back when he and Ryder were freshmen, Sidri and Tatum had been the most elite seniors in the entire school, the two people everyone else desperately wanted to emulate. He’d known Ryder was friends with them, of course. Ryder was one of the few who could have a coherent conversation with the two of them, without fumbling all over himself. A.J. had no idea what it was about those two that made them seem so much…more…than anyone else he’d ever met. All he really knew was his tongue locked in his mouth whenever either one of them got within a hundred feet of him, equal parts embarrassment, lust and fear making it impossible for him to even say “Hi,” without sounding like a complete imbecile.

  “Holy fuck, dude. Are you seriously telling me you’ve had sex with Sidri?” A.J. asked, awed.

  “No,” Ryder said silkily. “I’m seriously telling you I’ve had sex with both of them.”

  A.J. groaned, overwhelmed by the wave of lust that washed through him, hearing those words. He stared at Ryder, unable to think of a single thing to say.

  Ryder snorted again. “I can see the questions buzzing behind your eyes. Ask.”

  He bit his lower lip, glancing at the ceiling before blurting, “When?”

  “Remember the trip we took during Spring Break freshman year? To Hawaii?”

  A.J. nodded. He’d gone—reluctantly, after Ryder basically twisted his arm—and had had the time of his life despite the fact that Ryder had pretty much abandoned him to his own devices the entire time. Back then, he’d been pissed as fuck. Why had Ryder insisted A.J. tag along if he wasn’t planning on hanging out with A.J. while they were there? “I remember you dragged me along kicking and screaming, then disappeared for the whole week.”

  Ryder grimaced. “Yeah, well. I apologized for that back then, and I’ll apologize for that again now. I didn’t mean to abandon you, A.J. That wasn’t my original plan. Sid and Tatum kind of kidnapped me on that trip.”

  A.J.’s cock stirred despite his efforts to remain aloof. “So…what happened?”

  Ryder sighed lightly, his eyes going distant with memories. “Hot sex, that’s what happened. What else?”

  A.J. cursed. “Why? Why you?” Why not…me?

  “I don’t know why they picked me. Maybe because we’d talked before, and they both knew I was up for pretty much anything. Whatever the reason, they invited me to their room that second night we were there—and didn’t let me leave until we got on the plane the next weekend. It was…intense, to say the least.”

  “So…what? You and Tatum…shared Sid?”

  Another of those damning little chuckles. “We did. And Sidri and I also shared Tatum.” His eyes flashed hungrily. “And they both shared me. Repeatedly.”

  Holy fuck, he should not be this turned on by the idea of Ryder having sex with other people, but goddamn. The thought alone…

  A.J. swallowed. “How did they know about your…openness…and I didn’t?”

  Ryder didn’t answer for a moment. “I didn’t think you…wanted to know,” he said at last. “I guess I assumed you didn’t want to hear about my personal life. I honestly thought you didn’t care.”

  A.J. turned away, glad the darkened room hid his sudden blush. “I cared,” he whispered. “Too much.” He winced, glancing back to find Ryder watching him steadily. The confession poured out. “I didn’t want to hear about you being with other people. Not when I wanted you so much myself. It killed me, knowing you were out sleeping with all those chicks. I couldn’t stand to know any details.” A frown and a bark of laughter capped off that damning statement. “Your goddamn wet dreams already provided enough fuel for the fire. God, Ryder. Talk about torture.”

  “Torture?” Ryder echoed with a growl. “You wanna talk torture?”

  Before A.J. could think, Ryder circled both his wrists, yanked his arms over his head, and pinned them to the bed. He shifted forward, bringing all that deliciously solid male muscle directly on top of A.J., crushing him into the thin mattress and grinding their cocks together. A.J. let out a gasping groan, his legs coming up to circle Ryder’s waist. The sweet agony of cock-on-cock nearly made him pass out.

  Ryder leaned in, spoke against A.J.’s lips as he continued that slow, sinful grind of his hips. “Torture was watching you strip down to your birthday suit every night—and not demanding you get into my bed instead of yours. Torture was watching you wrap a towel around your hips before heading for the shower—and not joining you in it. Torture was imagining hundreds of ways I could use your body to get myself off—and not acting on any of them.”

  A.J.’s whole body tightened, his ass pulsing with every word Ryder spoke.

  “Torture,” Ryder said silkily, “was standing over your bed, watching you sleep—and not crawling in there with you. You wanna talk torture, A.J.? Why the fuck do you think I’ve had so many goddamn wet dreams about you? You are a wet dream, for Christ’s sake. All these years, it’s taken everything I had not to tie you to my bed and fuck you senseless every goddamn night.”

  A groan of pure need poured from A.J.’s throat. “I wish you had,” he whispered, voice unsteady. “God, Ryder. I wish you had.”

  Ryder’s eyes flashed fire again, and he swooped down for a soul-searing kiss. A.J. went up in flames, reveling in the feel of the bigger man’s weight on top of him, buzzing from the sweet, heady flavor of that intoxicating mouth. He found himself lifting his hips, grinding their cocks together harder, faster, trying to get as close as he could. Hell, he would crawl right inside Ryder’s body if the man would let him. Nothing would ever feel close enough.

  Ryder growled, bit A.J.’s lower lip, then soothed the mark with his tongue. He started nipping and sucking his way around A.J.’s jaw, chest rumbling with a little purring sound that did so many very bad things to A.J.’s libido. He dug his fingers into the thick, heavy muscles of Ryder’s back, fucking loving the contained power beneath his hands.

  Suddenly Ryder reared back onto hands and knees, looking down at him with eyes that smoldered. “Flip over on your stomach. Put your arms above your head, grip the mattress. Don’t let go, or everything stops.”

  He moaned sensuously, unable to help himself, and immediately complied. A grunt shot from his throat as his own weight drove his aching cock into the bed, bu
t he didn’t try to adjust himself. He could feel Ryder’s molten-hot gaze taking in every movement he made, could sense the man waiting patiently to see if A.J. would comply with his wishes. Ryder didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t issue any further commands. He just waited.

  And holy fuck, that was hot.

  Breathing hard, A.J. settled himself on his stomach with his arms stretch straight above his head and wrapped both fists over the top edge of the mattress. Ryder rumbled again the moment A.J. positioned himself, the sound a blend of satisfaction and lustful anticipation. A shudder wracked A.J.’s shoulders.

  “Perfect,” Ryder breathed huskily.

  A.J. felt the bed shift, felt Ryder plant his palms on either side of A.J.’s torso. The bunk creaked as Ryder leaned forward and started tracing the dips and valleys of A.J.’s back with lips and tongue. He shuddered, goose bumps rising in the wake of those fiery-hot lips as Ryder cruised his way across A.J.’s shoulders, dipped into the valley at the base of his spine, and then…

  “Holy…fuck…” A.J. panted. Ryder ran his tongue down the seam between his ass cheeks, causing the muscles to clench uncontrollably. The bigger man growled and shifted backward on his knees before clamping both hands around A.J.’s gluts and squeezing. Hard. While A.J. groaned breathlessly, Ryder used his thumbs to spread A.J. open and jammed his tongue into his quivering hole. He shouted incoherently, unable to control the convulsions that nearly rocketed him off the bed as pleasure shot pure bolts of lightning through every part of his body.

  Ryder continued torturing him, switching back and forth between using his tongue and his thumbs, stretching A.J. deliciously. He was rocking his hips, rubbing his screaming dick against the sheets for a little relief, when Ryder took a strong grip around his waist and pulled him up to his knees.

  “Stay just like that,” Ryder admonished as A.J. tried to push his upper body away from the bed. A.J. complied with a groan, burying his face in the crook of one arm. He probably looked like a complete moron right now, with his ass high in the air and the rest of his body still prone, but damn if it mattered. Not when Ryder rose to his knees behind him, popped the cap on the lube bottle, and started working the slick liquid into him.