Ryan hissed in appreciation, rubbing his erection against Jeremy’s with brutal intent.
Pleasure spiked with pain and need radiated through Jeremy’s core. He pinched at Ryan’s nipples again, harder this time.
In retaliation, Ryan snared a handful of Jeremy’s hair and tugged his head backward, capturing the bowed column of Jeremy’s throat with a mouth that was both fierce and hot.
“Oh God.” Jeremy’s head swam at the intensity of Ryan’s possession of his flesh. There’d be a mark left for certain. Jeremy didn’t care. Not now. He’d deal with it to—
Ryan shoved Jeremy’s shirt completely from his body, hooked his fingers into Jeremy’s waistband and hauled him back to his chest.
He took possession of Jeremy’s mouth once again, each swipe and thrust of his tongue more savage and dominating that its predecessor.
Jeremy’s knees trembled. His breath grew shallow. His cock ached, once more fully engorged.
Fumbling at Ryan’s fly, he whimpered as his fingers scraped over the tip of Ryan’s cock, so erect it jutted past the elastic of the man’s boxers. His knuckles came away wet with Ryan’s precome, the moisture propelling Jeremy closer to an edge he’d craved the second he’d seen the man.
“Ryan…” he groaned into Ryan’s mouth, trying to release Ryan’s cock even as he continued to rub his to it. “I need you in my arse. I need to feel you fucking my—”
Ryan released him. “Undress,” he ordered, his voice as shaky as Jeremy’s breath.
Jeremy did so, removing his boots, his socks, his jeans, watching Ryan lay out a red tartan picnic blanket on the soft grass as he did so.
He wanted to say something witty. Something like how masculine and macho a moonlit picnic by a billabong was, but he couldn’t. He was too undone by the sheer rawness of their mutual lust.
Chest heaving, Ryan flicked a glance at the blanket. “On your knees. Now.”
Jeremy complied.
A heartbeat later, Ryan’s boots and jeans landed on the blanket beside Jeremy’s knees.
Jeremy couldn’t stop his low moan of excitement vibrating in his throat. Didn’t want to. There was nothing about this he wanted to stop. Nothing he wanted to repress or deny.
“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, Minister.”
Ryan’s ragged declaration was barely a breath, and yet it turned Jeremy’s heart to a pounding sledgehammer. As did the soft thud as Ryan dropped to his knees behind Jeremy, followed by the feather-light caress of Ryan’s fingers trailing a line up the back of Jeremy’s right thigh.
“And I can’t promise I’ll last long.”
Twisting, Jeremy cast the man behind him a steady look. “You think I will?”
Ryan chuckled, the sound strained. His fingers continued their slow path up Jeremy’s leg until they skimmed over the curve of Jeremy’s right butt cheek.
Fighting the urge to close his eyes and wallow in the pleasure of his anticipation, Jeremy let his lips curl in a slow smile. “And how many times have I told you to call me Jeremy?”
For an answer, Ryan laughed. “Hands on the blanket, Jeremy. I’m about to tongue-fuck your arse until you beg me to let you come.”
His blood roaring in his ears, his breath caught in his throat, Jeremy bent at the waist and planted his palms on the blanket.
The second he did, Ryan grabbed his butt cheeks, spread them apart and lashed at his anus with a strong, powerful tongue.
Instant, molten pleasure consumed Jeremy’s body. He cried out, bunching the blanket in his fists, scrunching his eyes tightly shut.
Ryan laved at his back entry, flicking and licking and pushing against the opening. And as he did, he cupped and kneaded and tugged on Jeremy’s scrotum, sometimes gently, sometimes with a desperate ferocity Jeremy understood.
He burned with it as well.
Burned with the unfathomable potency of the pleasure Ryan wrought upon him.
“Oh yeah…” he ground out, bowing his spine as the tip of Ryan’s tongue inched into the constricting ring of his anus. “So good…so good…”
Without removing his tongue from Jeremy’s flesh or his hand from his balls, Ryan reached for Jeremy’s cock and wrapped it in a firm grip.
“Oh God,” Jeremy cried out, almost undone already by the concentrated sensations consuming him. “Oh God, Ryan…that’s…”
Ryan worked Jeremy’s body, worshiping his anus, his sac, his dick with hands and tongue more talented than Jeremy could comprehend.
Nothing had felt this good, this perfect, this right before. Nothing.
When he balanced on the cusp of total sexual enslavement and surrender, moaning and whimpering and panting, Ryan pulled away.
“No!” Jeremy cried out, almost collapsing with denied release and need. “Fuck, no. Please don’t stop. Please don’t—”
His hoarse plea died on his lips as, twisting to beseech Ryan with his eyes, he saw the man tear open a condom packet with his teeth.
Jeremy’s existence shrank to that one small square of foil and the eyes studying him above it.
He froze, on hands and knees, his balls and cock throbbing and swollen and heavy, his anus contracting and constricting and clenching around an invasion not yet begun.
“It’s pre-lubricated,” Ryan said, the matter-of-fact nature of the words belied by the strangled huskiness of his voice. “But I suspect it’s still going to hurt. You’ve got me fucking bigger than I’ve ever been.” Reverent fingers feathered over Jeremy’s anus. “And your hole is so fucking tight.” Those fingers circled the puckered ring of flesh. “And perfect.”
Swallowing again, Jeremy shook his head. “I don’t care if it hurts,” he declared, holding Ryan’s stare over his shoulder. “I want you in me now.”
Nostrils flaring, Ryan nodded. “Okay.” He straightened on his knees, lowering his attention to Jeremy’s groin. Jeremy watched him sheath his cock in the glistening condom. The fact Ryan’s hands shook as he did so only served to push Jeremy closer to the edge of release.
As did the sight of Ryan’s cock, a jutting pole of venous arousal, deep purple with pumping blood and anointed with beads of precome. Precome now trapped by the silicon on the condom.
A whimper of regret fell from him.
At the sound, Ryan raised his stare to Jeremy’s face. “Is there something wrong?”
Jeremy shook his head. “I just realized how much I wanted to taste you.”
The smile that stretched Ryan’s lips sent fresh blood to Jeremy’s groin. “If you think we’re done after I fuck you in the arse, you’re wrong. I’m not planning on taking you back to Broken Downs, or Wallaby Ridge for that matter, until I am completely sated on your body. Until I’ve fucked your arse, your face so many times I can no longer get it up. Until you’ve come in my mouth so often I run the risk of drowning.”
The promise stole Jeremy’s breath. “And when will that be?” he croaked, a heavy spasm claiming his dick.
“I don’t know.” Ryan raised his fingers to his mouth and ran a slow tongue up their long length. “But it’s going to be so good finding out.”
And with that, he wiped his wet fingers over Jeremy’s entry, closed his fingers over Jeremy’s hips, aligned the tip of his erection to Jeremy’s anus and pressed his hips forward.
Chapter Eight
He’d never recover from this. Never.
Penetrating Jeremy, taking possession of his body, unleashing him from the imprisoning denial of his existence, was the closest to heaven Ryan had ever experienced. The closest to nirvana.
The closest he’d ever been to everything he’d ever wanted.
He was not deluded or stupid enough to believe it could be anything more than a one-night stand.
One night of uninhibited, honest fucking, one night of raw, true connection under the ageless Outback sky, and then Jeremy wo
uld become the minister of the arts and culture again.
Ryan acknowledged the fact of the situation even as he sank into Jeremy’s tight arse.
Even as concentrated pleasure consumed him.
He was fucked.
The tighter the rings of muscles in Jeremy’s back passage gripped his thrusting dick, the more fucked he was.
It was the most euphoric, torturous, wonderful way to go.
Ryan closed his eyes and smoothed a shaking hand over Jeremy’s back. “It feels so good,” he ground out, slowly driving deeper into Jeremy’s hole, “being inside you.”
For an answer, Jeremy moaned, pushing back into Ryan’s penetration.
Ryan let out his own moan, damn near unhinged by the exquisite inching of Jeremy’s anus along his length.
Torture. It was torture. To not just release his tenuous control and slam into his lover’s arse. But Jeremy’s earlier confession still held Ryan in its powerful hold. “I haven’t had sex with a man since I was nineteen.”
So he held on to his restraint—barely—and worked his cock into Jeremy’s flesh with wavering control, inch by inch, stretching Jeremy’s entry with his girth, filling the man slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
“Oh God,” Jeremy whispered. His anus clenched the root of Ryan’s erection. One pulsing contraction. Another. Another. “Oh God, yes.”
Drawing a steadying breath, his fingers digging into Jeremy’s hips, Ryan began his outward stroke.
“Fuck,” Jeremy groaned, a shudder quaking through him. “Fuck, I think I’m going to come already.”
Ryan stilled.
Jeremy moaned, quivering on his hands and knees, his hot, stretched flesh sucking at Ryan’s cock.
Withdrawing just an inch, Ryan pressed his stomach to Jeremy’s lower back, reached around his thigh and took possession of Jeremy’s cock with a firm hand. “Not yet, Minister,” he admonished, before biting the back of Jeremy’s neck with a not-so-gentle nip. “Not until I say so.”
Once again, Jeremy moaned, nodding his head and rotating his hips as he did so. “O-okay.”
His unquestioned trust and surrender to Ryan’s mastery of his body sent liquid electricity through Ryan.
Grinding his teeth, Ryan nipped the back of Jeremy’s neck again, his shoulders, his back. All the while, he slowly pumped Jeremy’s rigid dick with a tight fist and withdrew from Jeremy’s anus until the rim of his cock head stretched the man’s ring.
Another shudder rocked Jeremy. Another moan tore from his chest. “Oh yeah…”
Ryan repeated the move twice. No matter how hard he tried to keep the pace the same, the perfection of Jeremy’s body enveloping his and the velvet steel of Jeremy’s arousal in his hand scraped at his control.
By the third time he buried himself into Jeremy’s arse, his head was spinning and dark blotches of base pleasure were swimming in his vision.
“R-Ryan…I need…” Shifting on the blanket, Jeremy wrapped a fierce hand around Ryan’s grip on his cock. “I’m going to…”
Heart pounding, balls throbbing and swollen, Ryan pressed his cheek to Jeremy’s warm back. “Tell me to fuck you hard,” he beseeched on a hoarse whisper. “Tell me you’re ready for me to—”
“Fuck me,” Jeremy said, desperate lust turning the words to a snarl. “Fuck me hard and fast. Now.”
Letting out a roar, Ryan unleashed his restraint, pulled out as far as the rim of his cock head and slammed into Jeremy. In one savage, fluid thrust.
“Harder!” Jeremy cried, planting both hands on the blanket and shoving back into Ryan’s stroke. “Harder.”
Ryan did so, pumping Jeremy’s cock with equal force.
“Harder.”
Heart wild, the base of his spine a searing world of building pleasure, Ryan punched into Jeremy’s body again.
And again.
And again.
Until both their bodies were slicked with sweat. Until Jeremy’s arse sucked at Ryan’s cock with sublime accommodation. Until their words and utterances were little but mingled moans of euphoric pleasure and need.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come,” Jeremy cried, just as his cock began to spasm in Ryan’s hand. “I can’t…I can’t stop…too good…too…”
He threw back his head and bowed his spine, the words turning to whimpers as his seed spurt from him. The moment the hot fluid wet Ryan hand, the moment Jeremy’s body succumbed to the force of his pleasure, Ryan came.
Existence shattered. Replaced with the pure rapture of release.
And yet, even as his seed filled the condom sheathing his cock, Ryan knew this orgasm was unlike any he’d ever had before.
This orgasm was the most honest.
The truest.
He rode it, still pumping Jeremy’s cock, still thrusting into his lover’s tight flesh.
Gave himself over to it.
They both collapsed on the blanket, panting, Ryan pressed to Jeremy’s back, his pulsing cock—spent but still deliciously erect—buried deep in Jeremy’s body.
“That was—” Jeremy shifted beneath Ryan just enough to cast Ryan a drained sideways smile, “—incredible.”
Closing his eyes, Ryan pressed his lips to the middle of Jeremy’s back. “It was,” he agreed, drawing a slow breath.
The salty scent of Jeremy’s sweat and skin threaded into Ryan’s being. Around his cock, Jeremy’s anus clenched in a soft pulse.
“Thank you.”
At Jeremy’s low murmur, Ryan raised his head and looked at the man he feared he’d bloody well lost his soul to. “For what?”
“For seeing who I was. For wanting who I was.”
Tormented happiness cut the words. It tore at Ryan’s heart. He stared into Jeremy’s eyes, seeing in their blue depths the man’s turbulent frustration.
Ryan withdrew his now flaccid cock from Jeremy’s back passage and—after allowing himself a quick moment to discard his condom—stretched out on his side beside his lover.
His lover. What would he give to be able to permanently use that term to describe Jeremy?
As if sensing Ryan’s own haunted grief, Jeremy gave him a wry smile, his cheek resting on the blanket, his hair flopping over his eyes in a tousled mess. “Is this the bit were we get mopey? About me being a straight member of federal politics and you being a gay cowboy in the Outback?”
Ryan chuckled, brushing the back of his knuckle over Jeremy’s cheekbone, his jawline, his lips. “I think it is, I’m afraid. Was hoping it wasn’t going to happen, but it seems not the case.”
“So it’s not just me?” Jeremy gazed at Ryan with unblinking intensity, his warm breath fanning Ryan’s lips. “Thinking this is…was more than just sex?”
Ryan didn’t miss the correction. A strange tension wrapped his chest. A heavy knot churned in his gut.
You knew the second you landed, this could never be anything more than a night of sex, Taylor. You knew that. Don’t go getting morose that Jeremy knows the same.
“It was something beyond description,” he answered, forcing his voice to sound calm. At ease.
Jeremy studied him, an unreadable tension claiming his eyes. “Ryan…do you think…I mean, if I came back to Wallaby Ridge every now and again…”
Ryan kissed him silent, a soft brushing of lips.
With a low moan, Jeremy threaded his fingers into Ryan’s hair and deepened the kiss. Stroked his tongue over Ryan’s, coaxed it into his mouth.
Ryan surrendered to the assault, too weak to deny himself.
He’d given himself one night with the minister. One night to indulge in a desire so deep it had blindsided him. Knowing the pain that would surely come with the rising of the sun, and the emptiness that would follow when Jeremy flew back to Sydney would not stop him indulging in that desire again. In fact, it only made that desire, that ne
ed all the more powerful.
Growling into Jeremy’s mouth, he moved, rising just enough to flatten Jeremy to his back on the blanket.
He grabbed the other man’s wrists as Jeremy shifted beneath him, pinning them to the blanket either side of Jeremy’s head.
A deep groan of appreciation and excitement vibrated in Jeremy’s chest. He thrust his hips upward, grinding his groin—no longer soft, but not quite rigid—into Ryan’s.
With a sharp bite on Jeremy’s bottom lip, Ryan lifted his head and stared down into Jeremy’s eyes. “I don’t think I can be as gentle as I was the last time. Are you ready for that kind of—”
Before Ryan could finish the guttural declaration, Jeremy flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips, knees pressed to his ribcage, hands holding his wrists to the blanket. “Who said it’s your turn to be in charge?”
Searing lust shot through Ryan at the dominating tone of Jeremy’s voice. And the unexpected strength imprisoning his body.
Lowering his head closer to Ryan’s, Jeremy rolled his hips, mashing their groins together with a pressure borderline painful. Ryan could barely draw breath for the carnal pleasure shooting through him at the action.
“It’s my turn,” Jeremy declared, his lips curling. He raked one hand down Ryan’s arm, his blunt nails scoring lines of hot pleasure into Ryan’s skin, before capturing Ryan’s nipple and pinching.
Tight heat flooding into his groin, Ryan stared up at Jeremy. “Is it now?”
Jeremy nodded.
And without another word, he crushed Ryan’s mouth and made love to his mouth.
It was physically impossible to be this aroused, this hard so soon after blowing his load. Nevertheless, that’s exactly what Jeremy was.
Hard.
Fully erect.
Ready.
So ready.
By the time he’d finished worshipping Ryan’s mouth with his tongue, teeth and lips, his cock had flooded with impatient steel once again.
By the time Ryan surrendered to the desire consuming them both, by the time the heli-musterer moaned into Jeremy’s mouth and wrapped one long, thick, muscular leg around Jeremy’s hip, Jeremy was close to erupting again.
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