Chapter Seventeen
Wes
While everyone around him at the annual NOLAWriters’ Association dinner partied like it was 1999, Wes spent theevening thinking about Ryker.He needed to hear his voice again.Faking a headache, Wes excused himself from the festivities justafter midnight and grabbed a rideshare back to the WillowHotel.
Wes threw off his jacket and undid his tie.He sat down on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and unzipped hispants, making himself comfortable.He debated calling Rykerback—would he wake him?He opted to text instead.
Wes:R u up?
Ryker:I am now.
Wes:Shit, sorry.Go back tosleep
Ryker:Nah, kidding.I drifted off for afew hours and woke up ten minutes ago.
Wes:Can I call?
Ryker:FaceTime.
Ryker’s tired but beautiful face popped intoview on the screen.He was lying on his bed.The bed they hadruined together all night long.Touching, tasting, so muchpleasure.
“What are you thinking?”Ryker asked, hisvoice gravelly and low.
“Honestly?I’m thinking about every singledirty thing we did in your bed.And your face when you came apartthe last time.Jesus, Ry.”Wes sighed.“We were supposed to get itall out of our system.Instead, I feel like I just got a smalltaste and I’m starving for more.”Wes reached down with one hand torub himself, needing some friction to ease the pain of his hardcock.
“Are you touching yourself?”Ryker asked,his sheets rustling in the background.Wes remembered the smell ofthose sheets the morning he left—spicy and earthy, a perfectcombination of the two of them that had driven Wes out of hismind.
“Yes.I can’t help it.My cock only seems torespond to one stimulus lately, and that’s you,” Wes said, watchingRyker’s face for his reaction.Fuck holding back.It was the truth.He wanted Ryker.Again.Only.Whatever this feeling between themwas, it hadn’t burned itself out.Not yet.
Wes shoved his hand down his pants andswiped the pre-cum over the tip of his erection.
“I’m glad you’re having the same problem,”Ryker said.“But I saw the pictures from your event in Atlanta,dancing and having dinner with several hot guys.You’re not shorton company.”
“You mean Ashton and Chase?Hah!”Wes barkedout a laugh.“They’re hot for each other, not me.”Wes’s face grewserious again.“And it was just a dance, nothing more.You’re theonly one I fucking want.”
“Good.I feel the same way.”Ryker’s faceflushed at his admission.
“What about Javier?”Wes asked.
Ryker’s intense blue eyes stared back athim.“No.I told you I wasn’t interested in him.”He paused.“It’syou I think about.One night together wasn’t nearly enough.Andjust so you know, the next time you’re in my bed, I’m going toslide my aching cock in your tight ass and make you mine.I’m goingto fuck the cum out of you until you scream my name.”
Wes’s body jolted at that mental image.“Fuck, Ry, you have a dirty mouth.”
“You’re welcome.I can say it again inSpanish if you’d like,” Ryker replied.
“Por favor,” Wes laughed.Having alover he could lust after and laugh with was rare.He stared atRyker’s beautiful eyes, unable to look away.
“I want you to taste yourself,” Wes orderedRyker.
“Mmm, the bossy Dom is back.”
“What?”
“You’re bossy in bed.I love it, turns meon.”Ryker smiled slowly.“But only in bed.”
Wes watched as Ryker lifted his thumb veryslowly to his mouth.Ryker stuck out his talented tongue and lickedhis finger, then slid his tongue up and over his full lips, makingthem slick.
“Fuck, that’s hot.How do you taste?”Wesasked, licking his own lips in response.
