“Five seconds,” he growled.
At two seconds, Dylan slapped his thigh and tapped out. Ryker stepped back immediately, releasing his hold on his hair and letting him up for air.
“You almost made it,” he said, watching as Dylan heaved for breath.
Dylan wiped his mouth. When he realized how messy his face was, he lifted the front of his shirt and used it to wipe it clean. He let his shirt fall back down and brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Sorry.”
Ryker grinned.
“We can try again. Let’s go for forty seconds this time.”
Ryker walked back in front of him, dragging his balls over Dylan’s face.
“Open up.”
Dylan obeyed, but instead of shoving his cock into the inviting hole, Ryker crouched down and took hold of his jaw.
“Hello.” He swiped his gloved thumb across Dylan’s lower lip, pressing over his bottom teeth and studying him. “Are you having fun?”
He brushed his free hand between Dylan’s legs, giving him a squeeze. Dylan was hard, his cock pressing against the front of his flannel pants.
Dylan tried to nod, but Ryker wanted a verbal reply.
He’d started things out pretty rough, and now he needed to make sure that Dylan was enjoying himself before he ratcheted things up a notch.
“Yes,” Dylan said, his voice distorted by Ryker’s thumb pushing over his tongue. He chased the digit and tried to suck it. “You’re so hot.”
Ryker grinned, flashing his teeth and licking his lips. He squeezed down on Dylan’s cock, working the hard length through his pants.
“Thank you.” He pulled his thumb out of Dylan’s mouth. “You’re pretty sexy yourself.”
Dylan blushed and looked at the floor, but Ryker tilted his head up and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips connected, and Ryker felt himself melt at the soft touch of Dylan’s lips.
The kiss started out gentle, Ryker exploring his new territory, and then turned increasingly fervent. Dylan moaned into Ryker’s mouth, parting his lips and letting him lick past his lips with an easy submission that had Ryker’s balls feeling heavy.
“Think you can take forty seconds this time?” Ryker asked, pulling away and making Dylan gasp.
It took Dylan a second to process the question, but then he nodded.
“Good boy.”
Ryker rose back to his full height, peeling off his compression shirt and tossing it to the floor. He palmed his cock, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, and squeezed down.
He milked a clear string of pre-come from his slit. It dangled from the tip of his cock, and his gut clenched when he noticed Dylan watching it like he was considering darting in and catching it with his mouth.
“Will you let me fuck your face?” Ryker’s voice was rough.
Dylan shuddered. Rather than answer with words, he nodded and opened his mouth, bending his neck back at the correct angle to have his throat fucked.
It was one of the sluttiest things Ryker had ever seen, and at that moment he got why August was so obsessed.
The boy was perfect.
“Okay, I get it now,” he said, pushing the head of his cock into Dylan’s mouth. He let it rest on the tip of his tongue and Dylan started sucking. “I see why August likes you so much.”
Dylan looked up at him with wide eyes, the praise making him go starry-eyed.
“Fuck, that feels nice,” Ryker said, his voice a low rumble. He moved his cock back and forth over Dylan’s tongue, enjoying the way his cheeks bulged when he occasionally changed angles. “Are you ready for more?”
