“That was good, my sweet little bear. Very, very good.” Ryder kissed him then. A long, slow meeting of lips and tongues that left him panting, that left him clinging to Ryder, his hands in that shaggy hair, his legs wrapped around the backs of Ryder’s thighs to hold them together. He dug his heels in and then humped up, already so excited by this, so ready for Ryder’s touch.
Ryder pulled back to look into his eyes. “Shhhh, it’s okay. You don’t have to rush. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
He wiggled, his skin too tight, his cock trapped between Ryder and his own body. “But I want to hurry. I need you.”
“I need you, too, little one. You’re perfect for me. Have I mentioned that?” Ryder kissed his nose, and his chin, and then his mouth again.
“Once or twice, yeah.”
Jesus, he needed to calm the fuck down. He was not some untried virgin. He was not an idiot. He needed to just breathe and let them do this at Ryder’s pace.
He was not going to act like a fool.
Nolan took a deep breath and then eased the way he was clinging with his legs. He focused on petting the heavy, strong body, carding his fingers through Ryder’s hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, the silk strands catching on his skin.
Ryder rubbed their noses together. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Ryder eased off to one side, and he almost protested when the big grizzly settled, still keeping them close. He began to stroke up and down Nolan’s belly, his chest, his thighs, the big hand covering swaths of his skin.
Nolan was trying to do the same, to make Ryder as wild as Ryder was making him, but he kept getting distracted by the way Ryder’s hands rubbed, tapped, and stroked him.
“It feels so good,” he murmured, his eyes crossing with pleasure, with the lightning shooting up and down his spine.
“It does. I’ve waited for you, little bear. So long. When I saw you in the bar, I knew.”
Nolan wasn’t sure he believed it, but he wasn’t sure he didn’t either. And right now, it didn’t matter. It sounded just right.
He arched up into Ryder’s touch, begging soundlessly for more.
And without question, Ryder gave it to him. He stroked Nolan’s dick with one hand, cupping his ass with the other, one huge finger slipping into his wet hole.
He groaned and nodded, hands sliding up along Ryder’s arms.
“How wet you are for me? That’s so fucking hot, Nolan.” Ryder put a finger inside, the stretch enough to make him gasp but not really be uncomfortable. Ryder had great big hands, and it was amazing to feel them on his body. And inside his body, too.
He spread, giving Ryder more access because he needed more if he was going to take the cock that he could feel against his thigh. It was huge, and he wanted it. He needed it. Maybe he could get Ryder to knot him and that would be fucking amazing.
Nolan had never wanted to take somebody’s knot before, but now he did.
“I can almost hear what you’re thinking, sweet. I want to give you my knot too. I’ve never really wanted to do that with anybody else. In fact, it’s never fully engaged with anybody else. I know it will with you.”
The very idea made his mouth dry. That he would be the first time Ryder ever knotted someone, likereallyknotted them.
Ryder slipped another finger inside him, stretching him. This time, Nolan felt it deep; the burn was almost too much. But he sighed because Ryder worked him open gently and thoroughly, not letting him tense up hardly at all.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. All you have to do is relax.”
He laughed a little, his breath huffing out. “I don’t think I’m capable of relaxing while you’re doing that to me.”
Ryder gave him a wild grin. “No, but you can breathe and open up to me. Come on, baby. Let me in.”
He nodded, bearing down, trying to open his muscles so Ryder could have him. And it worked. A third finger slipped in, and wetness gushed out of him, and he was so ready.
“Take me now, mate. I need you inside me,” Nolan begged.
Ryder stared at him, those dark eyes, so deep and rich. “You called me mate.”
