“You like that spot?”
Dylan yanked his hand back, which was not what Ryker wanted. Dylan was supposed to worship him – to lick and grope his muscles like they were his favorite thing in the world – not sit there like an old maid fervidly guarding her virtue.
The fact that Dylan was so shy was starting to be more annoying than cute.
“You can use your mouth if you want.” Ryker rocked his hips, making Dylan have to catch himself again. “Come on. Worship my body.”
That proved simply too much for Dylan to handle.
“This is so embarrassing,” he cried, jerking his hand back and closing his eyes. His face was beet red and he looked overwhelmed. “You can’t just say things like that!”
Ryker rolled his eyes and grinned. “Stop being so dramatic. You just need to get over yourself.” He grabbed Dylan’s hand and put it on his chest. “How about I tell you where to touch, and then you just do it?”
He let go of Dylan’s hand and reached down to adjust his cock, swiping a drop of pre-come off the tip and bringing it to his mouth.
Dylan watched him lick the drop off his thumb like he was having a religious experience.
“Okay,” Dylan said. He took a calming breath, some of the stress leaving his face. He looked relieved to have been kicked out of the driver’s seat.
“Yeah?” Ryker grinned. He couldn’t wait to feel Dylan’s hands and mouth all over him. “Wonderful. You can start by pinching my nipples.”
Dylan’s fingers trembled as he moved them to Ryker’s nipples, clumsily taking them between his thumb and index fingers and giving them a barely there pinch.
Ryker scoffed and bounced his pecs. “Harder.”
Dylan’s nostrils flared, his gaze fixed intently on Ryker’s pecs as he pinched down on his nipples.
“That feels nice.” Ryker’s voice dipped low. “Now let go of my nipples and rub my pecs. Use your whole hands – really get in there and massage the muscle.”
Dylan swallowed, cupping his hands against the curve of Ryker’s muscular chest and squeezing down. He groped Ryker’s pecs with determined concentration.
Ryker let him worship his chest for a while, enjoying the light massage, before he instructed him to lean down and start licking.
“Your chest?” Dylan asked, freezing.
“Yes,” Ryker grunted. “Suck my nipples and lick my chest.”
When Dylan was too slow to obey, Ryker grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed him into the crevice between his pecs.
“Lick.”
He put his hands back behind his head and Dylan pushed out his tongue for a tentative lick across his nipple.
“That’s it. Suck my nipple.”
Dylan moaned, and Ryker laughed. He let Dylan nibble on his nipples for a good five minutes, after which his nubs were pleasantly sore and perky.
“Having fun?”
Dylan moaned, pushing his nose into the cleft between Ryker’s pecs and rubbing it up and down between the hard swells of muscle.
“Good. Now move over and stick your face under my arm. I’m all sweaty and I want you to clean me up.”
Dylan reared back, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Your armpit?” he asked, moving his gaze down to the hairy space under Ryker’s arm.
He looked scandalized.
“Really get in there,” Ryker confirmed.
