“Salty, musky.But not as good as you,”Ryker murmured, his voice deepening.
“Show me your cock,” Wes demanded.
Ryker complied.His long, hard cock cameinto view, dark and pulsing with need.For Wes.Only Wes.
“Imagine I’m there with you.Feel my hotbreath on your dick.”Wes grabbed the lube on the nightstand andquickly poured some out, giving his cock a tight, smooth slide.
“Yes, I can feel it,” Ryker murmured.
“I’m sinking my hot, wet mouth over yourcock, sucking it all the way down.Feel the muscles in my throatswallowing you, sucking so hard.”Wes moved his hand faster andfaster, watching Ryker’s hand moving in tandem.
“Fuck, Wes, so close,” Ryker panted.
“That’s it, baby.I’m moving lower now,licking your balls, your hole, rimming you so good.Feel my hot,wet tongue in your ass.”
“Wes!”
Wes watched as Ryker came apart, moaning hisname as jet after jet of cum covered his cock and balls.The sightand sounds were so sexy that Wes only had to give himself one lasttug before he lost it.
“Ryker!”Wes’s orgasm barreled through him,hot cum covering his hand and stomach.His whole body tensed andarched, and he writhed on the bed, the euphoric tide draining hisbody.It was several more minutes before Wes had the lung capacityto speak again.
“I think I’m addicted to phone sex now.”Weslaughed.
Ryker grinned.“I’m glad I can corrupt youso easily, Mr.Stewart.”
Wes shook his head.“Okay, that shouldn’tturn me on, but it does.”
“I look forward to our next encounter then.Sir.”
“Stop.No more sexy games.I shouldn’t beable to get it up that quickly again.”Wes laughed, his cocktwitching with renewed interest.He slowly massaged his chest, tinyshudders rippling through his body.“Are you trying to do mein?”
Ryker chuckled, his blue eyes filled withmischief.“Not until our first book is written.”
“Hold on,” Wes said as he removed his shirt,briefs, and pants and got under the covers.“Are you okay?Do youwant to talk for a while?”
“You know, despite your ego, you’re a rathersensitive man.”
Wes smirked and gave his trademark wink.“Don’t tell anyone.”
****
Ryker
Wes and Ryker talked until two thirty in themorning, both of them sated and sleepy, but unwilling to breaktheir connection.
The echo of Wes’s voice once again lulledRyker’s mind into a deep sleep, and he woke seven hours later,refreshed and full of creative energy.And filled with strange,exhilarating feelings that made his chest ache, but in a good way.Ryker’s whole body buzzed with the anticipation of seeing Wesagain, touching him, hearing his voice, and looking into thosewarm, golden eyes.
What the fuck is going on with me?I must bewatching too many rom-coms.
Ryker reasoned it was elation after finallysleeping for more than three hours.But that would be a lie.
It felt like … something more than like.Hefound himself thinking about Wes all the time, and the need to bewith him got stronger every day.He was more than a hook-up, morethan a friend and more than a writing partner.Oh, God, he feltamazing and yet terrified at the same time.This wasn’t supposed tohappen.He didn’t catch feelings with other lovers.Was he the onlyone reacting this way, or did Wes feel it, too?If it was only him,he was fucked for sure.No way did he want to fall hard for Wesonly to have him turn and walk away.What the fuck was he going todo?
He needed to talk to someone who hadexperience with relationships, and he didn’t hesitate to pick uphis phone.
“Hola, mi querido.How are you today,my son?”his mom said when she answered.
“I’m okay, Mama.I have a question, and feelfree to tell me if you don’t want to talk about it, but I need someadvice.”
