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“Do not dare stop to eat a cookie,” Rory growled, snagging the bag.
Ivan flopped down beside him and tucked his hands under his head. Rory eyed his submission and fumbled the containers.
“Um, do we want Monkey Grease or Butt Stuff?”
Ivan darted a glance at his dick—long, thick, and erect—then met Rory’s gaze. “You’re the one riding it, so you choose.”
“Good call,” Rory said, settling on a tube. He tore into the packaging like a madman before working the cap open. Not willing to lie idle anymore, Ivan snagged the tube from his hand and crooked a finger for Rory to come closer.
“I’m not done exploring you,” Ivan said. He couldn’t tell if Rory’s groan was from excitement or dread over the potential delayed gratification. “Straddle me.”
“Gladly.” Rory settled his ass on Ivan’s thighs, just where he wanted to be, and watched him slick up two fingers.
Ivan closed the flip cap and set the lube aside. Rory rose on his knees and scooted closer without being told. Ivan rubbed the liquid around the rim before pushing two fingers inside Rory’s heat.
“Mmmmm,” Rory moaned. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Pretty pink lips parted on a sigh when Ivan started moving the fingers in and out, spreading the lube and loosening the ring of muscle. “So good.” Rory braced his weight with a hand on Ivan’s lower abdomen, then started fucking himself on Ivan’s fingers. “I could come just from this.”
Someday, Ivan would love to watch it happen, but right now, he wanted Rory on his dick. He eased his hand free and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Rory snatched it, tore the wrapper open, and rolled it onto Ivan’s cock.
“Didn’t know you could move that fast,” Ivan teased.
“Want you,” Rory replied, running on pure desperation.
“Have me.”
Rory gripped the base of Ivan’s dick and lined it up against his pucker. He didn’t ease himself down; Rory took him to the hilt on his next exhale. Tight heat enveloped his shaft, and Ivan clenched his teeth and arched his neck. Rory remained still as he adjusted to the intrusion, keeping his eyes locked on Ivan’s the entire time. Something passed between them—silent, beautiful, and completely unguarded. Ivan accepted then what he already knew. He was in over his head with Rory, and he wanted to make him come harder than he ever had in his life.
Ivan placed his hands above Rory’s knees, then slid them up until they rested on his hips. “You promised me a ride.”
Rory’s hips bucked forward, lodging Ivan’s dick impossibly deeper. He moaned long and sweet, then rode Ivan in earnest, his cock slapping against his stomach. Rory’s hands became active participants instead of idle witnesses. He caressed his own stomach, torso, and chest. Rory pinched and rolled his nipples while riding Ivan so smoothly it had to be a crime. The entire time, Rory held Ivan’s gaze, burrowing deeper into his psyche while taking pleasure from Ivan’s body. Yeah, he was in so much trouble.
Ivan’s body tensed as pleasure built into a painful crescendo. Just when he didn’t think he could hold back anymore, Rory’s breath hitched and he pitched forward, bracing his hands on Ivan’s chest to keep from collapsing. Eyes wide, Rory came without even touching his dick. His channel tightened around Ivan’s cock, triggering his climax too, but he needed more friction to finish. He bucked his hips upward, driving into Rory until he had nothing left to give.
Rory let him take his full weight. Ivan ran his hand up and down Rory’s spine while their breathing returned to normal. Rory nuzzled his nose against Ivan’s neck, and he expected him to purr at any minute. After a few moments of respite, Rory pushed up on one elbow and looked down at him. “So have you worked me out of your system yet?”
Rory held his breath while waiting for an answer to his question.
Ivan smiled and rubbed the back of his fingers over the curve of Rory’s cheek. “Not even close.”
Leaning into his caress like a kitten, Rory said, “You know this spells trouble, right?”
Ivan slid his hand back to palm Rory’s head and bring him closer. “Big trouble,” he whispered against Rory’s lips. “But I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you.” Ivan swooped in for a fierce kiss.
Everything they’d shared was new to Rory. Well, not everything. He’d had plenty of sex before, but those encounters had been about finding physical release with an eager partner. Ivan had the enthusiasm in spades during their…coupling? Was that the right word? Christ, Rory couldn’t even get his private thoughts in the right order, and he blamed the gorgeous man making love to his mouth.
Ivan pulled back and studied him with sleepy amber eyes. “You seem distracted. Are you okay with what happened between us tonight?”
“Okay?” Every muscle felt like a limp noodle, and he needed his voice to express the emotions he couldn’t form on his face. “The reason I seem distracted is because my brain matter hasn’t reformed after the orgasm you gave me.” Rory pushed up higher, and his skin didn’t immediately separate from Ivan’s hairy belly. “We better get cleaned up. My liquid gold is turning into glue. You wait much longer and you’re going to regret having it in your hair.”
Ivan’s chest rumbled with humor and his smile created a fluttering sensation in Rory’s chest like a butterfly flitting about. Rory suspected the source was a sexy conqueror pitching a tent to make himself comfortable as he staked out his territory. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you started in with the liquid gold jokes,” Ivan said, tugging Rory back down on top of him.
“Come on, man. What were you thinking?”
“Some of us aren’t degenerates and perverts,” Ivan said with a haughty sniff. “Some of us were good boys who spent all our free time in church.”
Rory arched a brow. Was this a genuine factoid or Ivan teasing him? “Seriously?”
Ivan nodded with a wry grin. “We went to church a minimum of three days a week. Our parents restricted what we read, watched on television, or listened to on the radio. We worked our farm, worshipped God, fueled our bodies to do both those things, and that was it. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty.” Rory envied the asshole who’d gotten to teach Ivan Gallagher all the beautiful things his body could do. Ivan reached a hand down to squeeze his ass cheek. “I’ve more than made up for the slow start, and I promise I have no intention of preaching the gospel to you.”
