Page 43 of Hearts Colliding
“Please don’t.”
With a grin, Ryan unlocked the Land Rover and climbed in. “Text you later, babe.”
Seconds later he was gone.
Alex leant against his car. Babe. It was the second time Ryan had called him that. He touched his lips, still tingling from the hard kiss. He’d never been anybody’sbabebefore but as the taste of the younger man lingered on his tongue, he thought he might like being Ryan’s.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Ryan sighed as he shifted deeper into the sofa and stretched his legs out before him. He was getting used to its plush comfort, just as he was getting used to the drawing room. It was just as well, given the amount of time he was spending at the New House with Alex. But it wasn’t the only place they’d found to be together.
They’d discovered tucked away tiny coves further along the coast where they shared picnics, and more, if they were alone. Late lunches in restaurants and cafés as far away as the other side of the county where there was next to no chance of anybody from the Harbour stumbling across them. Once, they’d even driven into Exeter to see a film and had fought over a giant carton of popcorn and where, in the shadows of the back row in the half empty cinema, he’d kissed away the sugary sweetness from Alex’s plump lips.
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck. So many stolen moments — and so many unflinching looks from his nan when he mumbled he was going out and would be late back, or not back at all. She didn’t press him, but he knew she wondered where he was going, and who he was seeing. But there was nothing she could say, not when he was always there for his shifts and pulled more than his weight in the pub.
“I knew I had another.” Alex walked into the drawing room, brandishing a bottle of wine. It was heady, and as complex as Alex himself.
“Are you sure you don’t want any Badger’s Arse? I brought it especially for you.” Ryan suppressed a grin when Alex sat down next to him and shuddered.
“I know it’s popular, but I wouldn’t clean my toilet with it. Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re right, I’m not.” Alex smiled as he poured them both a glass. “Cheers.”
They drank in easy, companionable silence for a minute or two before they put their glasses on the coffee table, littered with pizza boxes, and snuggled deeper into the sofa.
Ryan’s gaze fell on the one remaining slice, and his lips lifted in a crooked smile. It was good pizza and it’d be a shame to waste it. He leant forward and picked it up. Topped with juicy slices of sausage, the pointed tip of its thin and crispy crust began to dip. Instead of taking a bite, he leaned in close to Alex and hovered it close to his lips.
“That’s a mean thing to do. I’m too full to eat anything more.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Who can resist something so salty and savoury, so deeply, deeply satisfying?” Slowly, carefully, Ryan rested the tip against Alex’s oil smeared lips, and dragged it across, grinning as Alex made a funny half yelp, half groan as his eyes widened and fixed on Ryan’s. He opened his mouth. Ryan pushed the tip onto Alex’s tongue. Biting down, Alex chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving Ryan’s, as he swallowed down the bite.
“Got some sauce on you.” Tossing the rest of the slice back into the box, Ryan leaned into Alex, slowly licking his way across Alex’s lower lip, tasting salt and spice and Alex himself.
Arms wound around him, pulling him closer. Climbing onto Alex, feeling long limbs and lean muscle and the hard ridge of Alex’s shaft straining against the soft, faded jeans he wore, he pushed him into the plump cushions on the squashy sofa. Lips found lips, and Alex groaned, deepening the kiss, all the time making small breathy moans, each one sending a bolt of heat to Ryan’s groin and his own hardening dick. Closing his eyes, he rolled his hips, long and slow, stretching out the moment and Alex sighed, kissing him deeper still.
Man, but Alex loved to kiss, and didn’t he just love to kiss him back… Ryan closed his eyes, giving himself up to the wet heat of the moment. Beneath him, Alex's legs flopped open and Ryan drifted his hand down. Popping the button, he eased down the zip. Alex’s muscles twitched in anticipation. Still kissing, their tongues pushing and writhing against each other, Ryan cupped Alex in his hand, the hot hardness of him filling his palm. He squeezed and fondled and rubbed, losing himself in Alex’s tiny gasps, each one an explosion on his tongue and in his heart. Alex’s hips pushed upwards, demanding more.
So, so greedy… Ryan broke the kiss. Beneath him, Alex stared up wide-eyed, loose-lipped, flushed and panting hard. He looked undone and so fucking vulnerable, Ryan just wanted to crush him into his arms and never ever let go.
“For god’s sake, Ry, you can’t leave me like this.” Alex jerked his head to his unzipped jeans, pushed down to his slim hips, exposing the hard swell of his erection.
Ryan had no such intention, as he made short work of pulling Alex’s jeans and briefs off, slinging them to the side.
Evening sunlight streamed through the drawing room’s tall windows, casting the last of its golden glow across Alex, burnishing his skin, skin Ryan needed to see more of.
“Get this off.” He tugged at the loose, soft cotton shirt Alex was wearing and a second later it joined the rest of his clothes on the floor. “Christ, Alex, you’re…” Amazing, beautiful, stunning. None of the words were good enough, or said enough, about the man who lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
With a thundering heart, his gaze locked to Alex’s, Ryan drifted his hand down over Alex’s stomach. Every jerk and twitch of Alex’s muscles, every shiver, every bite of his lip, every flutter of his eye lids, Ryan drank it all in. He slipped his hand down to the hot, hard heat between Alex’s legs, and wrapped his palm around Alex’s swollen cock.
“Ry—an,” Alex breathed, as he writhed against the sofa’s cushions and thrust his hips upwards.
“No. Keep still.”
Alex froze at the command, and heat sizzled through Ryan’s blood. His own neglected cock, throbbing with painful need, demanded attention. But whatever he wanted and needed would have to wait as here and now all that mattered was the man who looked up at him in deep surrender and deeper trust. The thrill of dominance twisted and turned, morphed and melted into something softer as it burrowed deep into his heart.
Ryan placed a soft, reverential kiss on Alex’s lip.
