Part of me cringed inside as I recalled the house that I watched police escort his brother out of…along with boxes and boxes of evidence. But what bothered me the most about Ryan’s comment was that he called it his home. No. Not a home. It was never a home. It was a fucking holding cell where people tortured him and starved his soul. I reached over the console and gave his thigh a few rough slaps.
“Ryan, that’s the changeover to where youusedto live.”
I had hoped he heard and understood my gentle correction. I never want him to think of it as home. His home is with me.
“True. Then it was the way to my house,” he corrected himself.
I’d accept him calling it his house, but absolutely not a home. Ryan marveled at some of the sizes of the homes in the area and commented about how different Malibu was from North Hollywood. North Hollywood wasn’t the best area, but it wasn’t the worst either.
“Is the beach within walking distance from your place?” Ryan asked. I knew he’d want to visit the beach.
“Yes, it’s a beach house, Ryan.”
“Yeah, but lots of times houses that are within blocks of the beach are called beach houses.”
“I promise you, mine is on the sand.”
“Fuck yeah. Do you happen to have a surfboard?”
I laughed and tried to remember the last time that I was physically in the ocean.
“I don’t. However, there is a surfboard rental shop within walking distance. So, if you’d like, we can rent you one.”
“If I’d like? Hell yes, I’d like. We can rent you one too and I’ll show you how to catch a wave.”
The idea of me on a surfboard wasn’t something that I could easily picture. But Ryan was already going on and on about what kind of board would be good for me to learn on. If he willingly trusts me with everything, there’s no reason why I can’t trust him and let him flex his surf pride.
We stopped for lunch at a restaurant close by and then I took him to our retreat. My place was about a stone’s throw away from the ocean, and I knew that it would quickly have a calming effect on him.
“Fuck, Russell,” he said under his breath as he leaned on the balcony. He gazed in silence to his left and right, but mostly he looked straight ahead over the ocean. “This place is badass. This view is incredible.”
I didn’t want him to start feeling bad about being here because I know things that cost a lot of money, bother him to some extent. Sitting on a table inside was our weekend bag and I felt like his collar was burning a hole in it. I wanted badly to put it on him. But that would come very soon.
We spent the rest of the day down at the beach with our rented surfboards and wet suits. Ryan stood in front of me and talked about the waves. But it was hard for me to concentrate as his wet suit wasn’t pulled up all of the ways. It was only up to his waist and the torso shell and arms dangled down. I wanted to push it the rest of the way off. He was such a distraction and I finally gave in and hooked a few fingers between his lower abdomen and the wet suit. I tugged him closer and looked down into his suit. His cock and balls were at rest and I reached in and gripped his cock.
“This doesn’t help you learn how to catch a wave,” Ryan chastised me as I slowly stroked his cock.
“No, it doesn’t. Nor do you as you stand here partially dressed.”
“What?” Ryan pretended to sound shocked. “I’m just looking at the waves to see how fast they’re moving.”
“And you could be doing that with your wet suit all the way on, like me. But you chose to stand here, flaunting this body at me,” I teased. “Then you turn around and point out over the water, but all I can focus on are those dimples above your ass. So, Mr. Hudson, if you’re going to teach a man how to surf, I suggest you pull up this wet suit before he pulls it down and fucks you in the sand.”
A smile spread across his face as he pretended to make a motion like he was pushing down his wet suit.Lord, this man.
He finally pulled the damn wet suit up which allowed me to focus on what he was saying. He was much faster as we swam out. I watched him catch a few waves as I sat on the board; I could watch him all day long. And after I rode a few waves while lying face down on the board, that’s what I did. I spread out some beach towels, leaned back and propped myself up on my elbows to watch Ryan. There were a few waves where he rode up and then it was as though he purposely wiped out. He’d holler and yell with excitement as he came off the board and crashed into the ocean. Ryan was a pure delight to watch.
Before we went to bed, I took his collar out of the black box and set it in the nightstand drawer. I would wake him up just before the sun comes up and collar him. I woke several times during the night, anxious for the sunrise.
The next time I woke, wasn’t on my own accord. I felt Ryan moving on the bed next to me.Was it a nightmare?I was going to give him a moment to gather himself before I spoke. I was pleasantly surprised when he rolled over to face me. Ryan had draped his arm across my stomach and leaned over to place a quick kiss on my chest. I opened my eyes just in time to see him move away from my face and pull his pillow closer to mine. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder, making me smile; he wanted to be close. I raised my arm over his head and splayed my hand on his back, pulling him closer to me.
“Bad dream, Ryan?”
His silence was his answer. I could feel his warm breath blanket a section of my chest as he breathed rapidly. I took hold of his jaw and tilted it upward so he’d look at me. The shimmering moonlight that ricocheted off the ocean, reflected on his face. Perhaps as a way to prevent me from asking about his dream, he leaned closer to my face and kissed me.
As Ryan’s body relaxed next to mine, I could feel his cock harden against the side of my thigh. The fact that Ryan took the initiative, turned me on. Enthralled in our kiss, I took hold of his biceps and pushed him to lay on his back. My legs naturally forced his on either side of mine as our mouths hungrily moved together. I needed to be in him. I needed to be one with him.
With my hard cock pressing against him, he knew what inevitably was coming. I broke away from his mouth, licked a few of my fingers, and rubbed them against his hole. As I pressed my cock against his entrance, his face tensed.
