“Thanks, man,” I shouted, still too loud. “You did too.”
He didn’t acknowledge my compliment. A slight growl entered his voice. “You’ve been looking good this whole trip. Your fits are outstanding, and that body is fucking killer.”
I might respect his opinion, but that didn’t make it less awkward. “Thanks.”
“Do you like how I look, too?”
“I… uh… yeah, man. I just said that.” I chuckled again, but my throat was tight.
“I know you do. I noticed you looking at me. The looks you give when you don’t think I can see. Little Finnyreallylikes me.” Ryder’s voice was a deep growl vibrating off him.
The roar of the engine faded. All I could hear was Ryder’s voice in my ear, and my heart trying to drown him out.
“No… I mean… I don’t know what—”
“Yes, you do. You were hard as a rock a few minutes ago.”
“I wasn’t—”
“I felt it, Finn. But the question is, are you hard now?”
We were going so slow, the surrounding water slipped by all but undisturbed. His arms wrapped around me. The heat of my sunburn and the fire spreading through my core could’ve smoldered us into ash.
“I’m… I’m not…”
But I was. I was raging fucking hard. Harder than I had ever been in my fucking life.
“I think you are. I think you’re hard for me. Can I touch it and find out?”
“I… uh…” A weird, but familiar sensation flooded over me. Over a year ago, I sent him a selfie from the gym parking lot. I held up my shirt to show off my abs because I wanted him to see me. To see my body. My progress. I wanted him to think I was hot. Because I… “Yeah.”
Ryder chuckled from his throat. “Fuck yeah you do.” His hand drifted downward until he landed on the tube of my erection. Shame and unbearable arousal warred inside. His touch was the single most arousing thing that had ever happened to me.
“Holyshit, Finn.” Ryder’s voice rose two octaves. “You’re fuckinghuge.”
“I… uh…” I said, then laughed.
“Jesus,dude.” He laughed too, and groped me some more, getting a feel for it. His fingers played at the edge of my waistband. “Can I?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
Ryder growled in my ear and shoved his hand in my shorts. “And thick, too. Fucking hell...”
I didn’t know what to say, except “Thanks.”
Ryder returned to that deep, almost scary, but very fucking hot rumble and said, “Fucking drive,” before he started to jerk me off.
It was dangerous and stupid. I had never even gotten road head since it was such a bad idea. But Ryder’s water-handy on the Biscayne Bay was the hottest fucking shit I’d ever done.
I didn’t know where I was going because I was too busy having a meltdown and trying not to come. Thoughts blurred past faster than the high-rise condos. I lifted my body and maneuvered the handlebars to give him access to my crotch. Each time something unsettling popped up, I’d let it go. Like how a man had his hand down my pants, fisting my cock. Or that the man was my best friend’s older brother. Or how I moaned like the bitch he was making me.
Ryder stopped stroking, but didn’t let go. I opened the throttle without thinking.
He gave my cock another squeeze. “I need to hear you say you want me to make you come.”
Everything spun. We were going so fast, but my mind was faster. Did I want him to make me come? I badly wanted tofinish, but did I want him to make it happen? Ryder? A man?Ryder?At his brother’s bachelor party in the middle of the fucking water?
Fuckyes, I did.
