Page 38 of Hearts Colliding
“Cheeky bastard,” Alex said, through his laughter.
Ryan lifted his head and grinned. “Everything is so much better when it’s al fresco, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never… in public. Oh, don’t look at me like that,” he huffed, when Ryan’s brows arched. “I did it in a cleaner’s cupboard once, if you must know. Is that al fresco enough for you?”
Ryan’s grin grew bigger. “Not sure if that really counts. Didn’t all the brooms get in the way? And buckets? And what if you’d got bleach all over your—ow!”
Ryan tumbled onto his back, their positions reversed as Alex shoved him over and straddled him, his legs locking tight around the younger man.
“You know I let you do that?” Ryan glared, but his eyes twinkled with laughter.
“Of course you did.”
“I could overpower you at any time. Pin you down, with no chance of escape.”
Pin you down…Something fluttered deep in Alex’s gut, straddling the line between excitement and fear. Would he fight or surrender? With this man, he had no idea.
“You’ve gone all quiet. Stop thinking — unless it’s about what you want to do with my body.”
Alex chuckled. Oh, he knew exactly what he wanted to do to every inch of Ryan’s strong, warm body.
Dipping his head, he licked his way along the swirling lines of ink dancing across Ryan’s pecs. He closed his eyes, tasting the sea on warm skin, his lips tingling as beneath him Ryan’s breath came in fast, shallow gasps. Sweeping his fingers across the hard ridge pushing out the front of Ryan’s trunks, he whispered in his ear, “Think it’s these that need to come off.”
Both pairs of trunks were discarded, a wet heap next to them on the sand.
“Christ, Alex, you’re fucking amazing. Beautiful.”
Alex shook his head. “No.” Too skinny, too scrawny… He shoved the words away. There was nobody here but him and Ryan. No memories, no ghosts of the past.
“Yes. Seems to me like you need to try and believe it, even if it is just for today.”
Just for today… But what if it could be for tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that? He bit on the inside of his cheek, needing the sting to bring down the shutters, close off the dangerous thoughts that went beyond the here and now.
Pushing Ryan down, he climbed on top of him, taking his mouth in a hard, deep kiss, screwing his eyes closed and pushing everything that threatened to crowd in on him back into the darkness. Today, here, now, it was only them; everything and everybody else would have to be dealt with later.
He kissed his way across Ryan’s quivering body, until he reached the heat of Ryan’s groin.
From Ryan’s short, dark hair, his flushed cock thrust upwards, jerking against the drum tight skin of his lower abs. Pre-cum pearled from the slit. Dipping his head, Alex licked it away with the tip of his tongue. Above him, Ryan groaned as his body pulsed. Alex glanced up, but Ryan had thrown his arm across his face, shielding his eyes as he bit down hard on his lower lip.
Wrapping his palm around the hard heat of Ryan’s shaft, Alex began a slow glide. Up and down, each slide of foreskin over the swollen, wet head wrung groans and muttered curses from Ryan. Alex leant over, bringing his face closer. Ryan’s heat washed over him as he laved his tongue across the juicy head, lapping up the salty wetness.
“Jesus, Alex.” Ryan’s gravel rough voice turned into an incoherent moan as Alex slid his lips all the way down to the root, to the tickle of rough hair.
Sucking, twisting, his tongue danced up, down and around Ryan’s cock. Alex closed his eyes and sank into the darkness. There was only this. Only the taste and the velvet hardness of Ryan in his mouth, in his hand. Heat and bitter juice, the sweetest thing Alex had ever tasted. Ryan filled his mouth, the tip of his cock nudging hard against the back of his throat. He pulled back and off, breathing hard.
“Wha…” It was as far as Ryan’s whining protest got as Alex shoved his thighs further apart and upwards, exposing the dark pink of his entrance.
Breathing hard, Alex looked up, his heart skipping a beat as Ryan gazed down at him. His eyes were wide with wonder, his parted lips curved up in the softest of smiles. Alex swallowed as his heart vaulted. Beautiful, so damn beautiful… The same word Ryan had used of him. He’d never believed that of himself, but as their gazes locked and held, he believed it now and it was all because of this man who looked at him as if he were his one and only world.
Together, they were beautiful.
Still smiling, Ryan let his head fall backwards. Relaxed and open, he was offering everything and all Alex needed to do was take it.
Slowly, he traced the tip of his tongue around the rim of Ryan’s entrance. The muscle fluttered at his touch, clenching and unclenching. So, so responsive. Licking, kissing, and sucking, before pushing his tongue against the pulsing muscle, easing in the tip. Alex shuddered as Ryan’s fingers scrunched in his hair, their hard grasp sending a hot tingle across his scalp as he was tugged closer.
“It won’t fucking bite,” Ryan ground out above him.
“Really? I’m sure I can see teeth. And a pile of sand.” Alex brushed away a few grains, as Ryan’s laugh rumbled through him.
