Oh fuck, fuck. He was moments away. He couldn’t stop, he needed it.
He withdrew his hand as Ryan appeared at the door, but he had no time to fasten himself up, to pretend his pink cheeks and heavy breathing were innocent.
But his mouth fell open because Ryan wore nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, a towel which concealed nothing of the large bulge beneath. His naked, muscular torso gleamed with water. He held something in his hand, and Harley realized with a start why Ryan had gone into his room.
He held a condom and the tube of lubricant from Harley’s bedside drawer.
Harley couldn’t even manage a gasp of astonishment and arousal before Ryan moved into the room, strode purposefully across it, grasped Harley under the ass, lifted him and all but threw him backward over the table.
Ryan pinned him there, standing between his legs, wet torso soaking Harley’s T-shirt, his mouth plundering his.
Harley gave a strangled moan of joy and returned the kiss, finding Ryan’s tongue with his own.
He brought his legs up to wrap around Ryan’s hips, lifting his pelvis, rubbing himself frantically against the tent which strained the towel Ryan wore. Ryan growled and pressed down harder on him, grinding himself against the bulge in Harley’s open jeans, using both hands to shove up his T-shirt.
He stood quickly, then lowered his head, attacking Harley’s exposed torso with his mouth.
“Fuck…” Harley ground out, grasping at Ryan’s short hair, looking down at the tongue flicking over his nipple and the saliva which made it glisten and stand stiffly.
He reached out and yanked the towel from Ryan’s hips, shuddering as it fell away and Ryan stood naked and to attention before him, his cock so long and thick that Harley’s ass ached for it.
Ryan stood. Slowly and deliberately, he took hold of his hard cock and started to jerk off as Harley watched.
“Shit, don’t tease. Give it to me…” Harley begged shamelessly, writhing on the table.
Ryan smiled while his hand lovingly stroked himself, positioning himself so his cock brushed against the thin material of Harley’s boxers through the open fly of his jeans. “What were you doing when I walked in, Harley?” he asked in a low, sensual voice.
“Oh, fuck.” Harley reached into his own jeans, down his boxers, and started to fondle himself while watching Ryan. “You know what I was doing.”
“And I was doing the same in the shower. And then I asked myself why I was doing that when I was pretty sure I could get you to do it for me.”
Harley nodded eagerly. “Anything you want,” he said. “Anything.” He wasn’t in the habit of promising sexual partners things like this, and he was almost embarrassed by his total submission to Ryan this way. Chances were he would regret this encounter. After all, Ryan’s last statement had sounded much like a man who wanted to use another man for his own sexual pleasure with no feelings attached. He was already sure Ryan wasn’t suffering the same emotional attachment as he. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t let his little head rule his big head. He was only going to end up even more hurt. Ryan was clearly horny and lonely and sought the first willing hole he found.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”
Harley bit his lip and nodded. He reached out and cupped Ryan’s balls, rolling them in his palm, squeezing lightly.
Ryan’s eyes went almost black with desire. He reached out and roughly stripped the T-shirt from Harley’s body before he started to yank down his jeans. Harley assisted him ably, lifting both feet as Ryan pulled the socks from them.
Ryan stared down at the bulge in Harley’s boxers and used one hand to massage him slowly through them, using his thumb on the head of his cock, rubbing the slit so a damp patch stained the thin cotton.
“If you carry on this way, I’m going to come before you even get me out of my boxers. You know that, right?” Harley’s voice was unsteady.
“Then have some self-control,” Ryan replied smartly and wrenched the underwear from him.
Harley shivered naked on the table as the other man perused him with hot eyes. Get on with it! he wanted to cry. But as much as he was baffled by this new, dominant, teasing side of Ryan, it was also undeniably hot. Never mind that Ryan was probably going to walk out the door straight after. Harley couldn’t think of anything else beyond getting fucked.
Ryan smiled as Harley’s desperate cock twitched against his belly. He squatted down, gripped Harley’s shaft in one hand and started to blow him.
Harley’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he grabbed at Ryan’s hair. Oh, fuck, he was going to come right now, with that tongue lashing over the head of his cock and that mouth swallowing almost his entire length. He wasn’t going to make it past the hors d’oeuvres. He held on for as long as he could with Ryan’s hot mouth sliding wetly up and down his shaft, until he couldn’t take anymore.
“Ryan…” he gasped out, and tried to push the other man off him as his entire body started to tremble.
Ryan lifted his head. He gripped Harley’s cock hard and jerked him, bringing him off spectacularly all over Harley’s stomach and chest. Harley shuddered and thrashed on the table, then let his head drop back with a thud, groaning softly in delight.
Ryan laughed. “You really don’t have any self-control at all, do you?” he asked in amusement with a fond note in his voice.
Harley opened exhausted eyes and glared at him. “May I remind you I was two seconds away from coming when we started, so I think I did pretty well to last as long as I did, considering you walked in here in nothing but a towel, like every gay man’s wet dream.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Know what I think?” He grabbed Harley by the hips and pulled him up off the table. “That you better make it up to me.” And he spun Harley around and forced him face down.
Oh, fuck, this was just getting better and better. Harley couldn’t remember the last time he’d been treated so masterfully, and he loved it. He was Ryan’s slave right then, and his lover owned his body. He hoped Ryan used him mercilessly.
He squirmed on the table with his cock twitching again as Ryan lay over him and started to kiss the back of his neck. Ryan’s rigid cock pressed against his ass, and Harley shifted back boldly against it, groaning. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t ready to get hard again; he still wanted to be fucked.
Ryan’s breath was hot and rapid on Harley’s skin. His teeth nipped at his shoulder and his tongue slid down his spine slowly and firmly. Harley’s back arched and his nails scrabbled at the table. He let out a low moan as Ryan’s mouth reached his left buttock and planted light kisses all over it, licking, sucking and biting. His hand massaged Harley’s other cheek firmly, then dipped down between his legs to take hold of his balls.
Harley writhed, spreading his legs a little wider, feeling the first rush of blood back to his cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ryan reach for the tube of lubricant lying on the table beside him, and he tensed in excitement.
Ryan spread him open with one hand and with the other squeezed the tube over him so a generous amount of lube fell between his buttocks. Harley caught his breath in shock at the coldness and slid about on the table in bliss, his cock getting hard nicely now. Ryan’s hand moved between his cheeks and two fingers started to rub at him, massaging the lube in firmly.
“You have a nice ass, Harley,” his partner said quietly.
“Thank you,” Harley gulped in reply, resisting the urge to tell Ryan that if it was so nice, he better hurry up and fuck it.
Ryan lowered his head and once more kissed Harley’s buttocks as his fingers stroked, slowly but surely working him open.
Harley groaned as one finger slid inside and started to move gently backward and forward. He pushed back against it and reached beneath himself to stroke his cock.
“What’re you doing down there, Harley?” Ryan questioned teasingly. “After your poor showing in round one, I hope you’re not going to get carried away again.”
Harley
bit his lip and took his hand away. “I won’t,” he said, and caught his breath as Ryan slipped another finger into him.
Ryan took his time, his fingers sliding slickly in and out, building his rhythm, clearly in no hurry, while he bent down and sucked lightly at Harley’s balls.
Harley groaned. He could barely contain himself from begging for it once again. His cock was rock hard, and his ass ached for more.
Ryan reached for the condom, and Harley heard the packet being torn open, the latex rolled on and the squirting of lube onto it. He shuddered in anticipation as Ryan rubbed his cock slowly against his entrance.
“Please…” Harley couldn’t help but push back desperately.
“Please what?” Ryan leaned forward, pinning Harley to the table, gripping both wrists and holding them down before he pressed firmly into his ass.
“Oh, Jesus, oh, fuck…fuck me,” Harley gabbled as he was penetrated, the iron-hard length gliding slickly into him all the way.
“My pleasure,” Ryan growled, and he started to thrust, slowly, rhythmically, building his pace. They were both sweating, and their damp skin stuck together as the table rocked beneath them.
Harley’s body arched beneath Ryan’s. His wrists flexed in Ryan’s hands, but he couldn’t get free of the tight grip and he loved it. His cock slid against the smooth pine of the table with every thrust his lover made into him, giving him sweet friction, but at the same time, he wished he could jerk off.
His gasps and moans were loud, and Ryan was breathless behind him. He started to struggle to get free. Ryan released him and held him by the shoulders as he fucked him harder and faster. Harley slid a hand beneath himself and started to stroke, but it wasn’t that easy when he was pinned flat to the table.
Ryan solved his problem. He stood, gripped his hips and pulled Harley back to the edge of the table, so only his torso was over it and he could get his hand around his cock and jerk off easily. This was more like it. Harley craned his head around and was rewarded when Ryan pulled him upright with one arm around his chest, swooped onto his mouth and kissed him.
Harley groaned, their tongues tangling, his hands moving behind him to grab at Ryan’s ass. The position was limited, and Ryan shoved him back over the table. Harley cursed under his breath, leaning on one arm while he masturbated fiercely and reveled in the cock in his ass. When Ryan had fucked him that first time in his bed, he’d hit Harley’s prostate on several occasions, even if he hadn’t realised it. Now he rather hoped he could get Ryan to do the same again.
He tried to angle himself on the table so Ryan’s cock went toward the front of his pelvis, wriggling and writhing and using Ryan like a dildo.
Ryan slowed and almost stopped, and his grip on Harley’s hips loosened. “Show me how you want it,” he said in a low voice, withdrawing nearly all the way.
Breathless with excitement, Harley reached behind himself and gripped the base of Ryan’s shaft. He positioned himself right at the edge of the table with his ass thrust up. He moved backward swiftly to impale himself, and Ryan penetrated him again, hitting his prostate.
“Oh, fuck!”
“That what were you were looking for?” Ryan sounded amused.
“Fuck yes!”
“In that case, let’s go for it. You have permission to come whenever you want.”
“Why thank you, Sir,” Harley shot back sarcastically, and earned a stinging slap on the ass for his trouble. This merely aroused him more, and he cried out as Ryan started to thrust purposefully into him again.
God, he was close. Ryan was touching his prostate with every thrust and he reached around Harley to enclose his cock, moving his hand away, jerking him swiftly. It felt like Harley had died and gone to heaven. His senses were scattered, and his ass and cock became the focus of his world. He could think of nothing else except the orgasm mounting throughout his body and how it was about to blow his head off.
His ass clenched hard around Ryan’s cock and the climax hit him as he spurted jerkily over Ryan’s fingers and the table, gasping out in his pleasure, his body convulsing.
Ryan’s fingers gripped his ass with bruising pressure, keeping Harley in place as he rode out his own climax, thrusting several times hard and fast into him until he came slowly to a halt.
The only thing holding Harley up was his lover’s hands. As soon as he loosened his grip, Harley collapsed onto the table.
Chapter Fourteen
Harley lay motionless on the table with Ryan still buried in him. Ryan’s legs trembled with the after effects of orgasm, and he had a strong desire to sleep. What exactly had just happened? He’d lost complete control. He’d been rough. He suspected he’d hurt Harley.
His lover’s hair was damp at the nape. Ryan lifted a hand and pushed his fingers through it, moving them up over Harley’s scalp. “Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly.
“No,” Harley replied in a mumble.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Harley sighed. “It was fantastic.”
He had that right. Ryan eased himself free and rolled off his condom, tying it in a knot. He went over to the trashcan and discarded it, then he moved stark naked to the sink and started to wash his hands.
Behind him, Harley said provocatively, “You better put that towel back on, mister, or we’ll be going all night.”
Ryan laughed uneasily because his senses were restored now. He dried his hands on a dishtowel and turned to see Harley pulling his boxers over his hips, his face flushed and a silly smile on it.
Something in Ryan’s chest clenched. He looked away and plucked his towel from the floor, tying it securely around his waist. He’d told the truth when he’d said he’d been jerking off in the shower. He’d come back here with the best of intentions, perhaps out of guilt after making Harley cry because God, that had hurt. Just a bed for one night and resisting any seduction Harley might have had planned, and then as soon as the hot water hit him, he was thinking of the artist in the alleyway that afternoon, that warm body pressed against him, and he was suddenly stiff and desperate.
The time was long past for being coy. Harley wanted him and Ryan needed to get off, so he might as well give it to him. Never mind that little voice which told him he shouldn’t lead Harley on by fucking him, when he’d had tangible proof that night of how Harley felt about him. Never mind that he would hurt him again. He was a slave to his dick just like any other man, and those who showed as much interest in him as Harley did were ripe pickings. This was what he told himself, but something deeper inside him wanted Harley for far different reasons.
“Are you okay?” Harley asked quietly, moving closer. Ryan nodded, looking down into his honey eyes. The guy always looked hot as fuck after sex, all hot and bothered with his hair all tousled and sweaty. He awkwardly returned the kiss Harley gave him, then turned away.
“Listen, I need some shut eye. I’m going to go up, if that’s okay.” He saw the immediate reaction on Harley’s face to his snub and felt like the shit he was.
Harley moved over to the sink and took a cloth off it. Then he started to wipe his semen off the table. He waited until Ryan was at the door before he said, “So that was my payment for letting you stay, was it?”
Ryan turned back with a frown. “No, Harley,” he protested.
“What was it then?” Harley’s face was stony, his tone belligerent.
Ryan sighed. He was dog-tired and he was an asshole. He didn’t want to do this now. But it was only right that Harley asked, even if Ryan wasn’t sure he had a ready answer. He fumbled for words. “I…made you cry, and I felt sorry for you.”
He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. Harley’s face paled.
“You fucked me because you felt sorry for me?”
“No…” Ryan tried to say, reaching out to touch him, but the damage had been done.
Harley shoved him furiously backward, almost putting Ryan on his ass. He grabbed his discarded clothes from the floor and stalked past Ryan
.
“Go to bed,” he spat over his shoulder. “I want you out in the morning.”
But Ryan wasn’t one to be walked away from, and he always had to have the last word. “Just a minute,” he snarled, chasing Harley into the hallway, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back as he tried to go upstairs.
“Don’t come the innocent with me,” he growled. “You want me any way you can get me, you said so yourself, and you lay there and begged for it. So don’t fucking start with the puppy-dog eyes. We’re both big boys here.”
Harley’s face was white and pinched. He shrugged himself roughly free. “You bastard. I had you so fucking wrong. Get out of my house right now.”
Ryan stared him down a moment, his guts churning with regret. To be sure he was the cruelest son of a bitch that ever lived, and he could see by Harley’s face that this had done it. Whatever thing had once been going on here was over and done. After spending six months pining for this man, he’d lost him once again in the space of a couple of days. He was a fool, and he despised himself.
“No,” he said abruptly without conscious thought and caught the other man once again by the arm. Harley was on the first stair when Ryan pulled him back, and he struggled and tried to say, “Get your fucking…” before Ryan pinned him against the banister and kissed him.
“No.” The clothes fell from Harley’s hands, and he turned his head away, trying to push Ryan back, but Ryan cupped his chin firmly in one hand and kissed him again.
“Yes, Harley,” he said through it, “yes.”
He was out of his mind. He didn’t know what he was doing, only that he couldn’t let Harley go this way. Harley’s mouth inflamed him, made his entire body melt into desire, and the towel fell from his waist so his hard-on jabbed insistently into Harley’s hip.
“No.” It was a half-hearted groan this time, and Harley’s head fell back so Ryan could devour his throat.
“Yes.” Ryan lifted Harley, his legs around his waist, and carried him up the stairs.
Harley gasped, clinging to him, the fight gone from him as Ryan kissed him all the way up the stairs.
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