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“Fuck,” Ivan whispered hoarsely as the fingers on both hands dug in deeper.
Rory circled Ivan’s nipple with his tongue, sucked it between his lips, and gently raked his teeth over the extended flesh before pulling back.
“Again,” Ivan demanded.
“So bossy,” Rory replied between kisses to the other side. He repeated the pattern of kiss, lave, suck, and scrape. Ivan thrust his hips upward, rubbing his erection against Rory’s abdomen and leaving a wet streak. The big man’s excitement was a buffet for the senses. Ivan’s earthy musk teased Rory’s nose, his heavy breathing was a perfect soundtrack of seduction, and his body heat seeped into his skin, warming him better than any electric blanket could.
When Rory lifted his head from Ivan’s chest, strong fingers tugged his hair until Rory raised his chin. Firm lips smashed against his, hot and insistent. Rory gasped his pleasure, and Ivan pressed his advantage to slip his tongue inside. Rory fisted one hand in Ivan’s hair and gripped one of Ivan’s ass cheeks with the other. Thick muscles bunched beneath his underwear as Ivan rutted against Rory harder and faster. Rory wanted to make him come in more interesting ways, but he’d settle for a horny frotting session in a dark hallway.
Without warning, Ivan took two steps to the right, pulling Rory with him. A doorjamb scraped against his back, and Rory noticed the transition from wood to tile beneath his feet. Ivan had moved them into the bathroom. The edge of the vanity pressed into Rory’s ass a moment later and a gentle whoosh of air brushed against his skin when Ivan shut the door with a soft click. There was no window in the upstairs bathroom, so the room was pitch black. Rory fumbled around for the light switch, but Ivan captured his hand and used it to turn him around to face the sink. Ivan’s dick pressed against his ass. Need and lust throbbed in the long shaft rutting hungrily against him. Rory knew the massive erection didn’t have a mind of its own, but it felt like a heaving beast hell-bent on possession. And Rory was desperate to be claimed. He grunted and leaned forward, thrusting himself tighter against the friction, signaling that anything Ivan wanted was his for the taking.
A hungry snarl answered Rory’s invitation. Ivan leaned forward and pressed a wall of muscle to Rory’s back, then wrapped a powerful arm around Rory’s chest, holding him in place for…whatever the fuck he wanted. Rory’s brain was already several minutes ahead of them as he imagined Ivan yanking down his underwear and thrusting hard and deep inside him. He didn’t want to miss a second of it, so Rory fumbled around for the light switch again.
“Leave it.” Ivan’s voice sounded terse, and his words felt like scabs he’d ripped off to reveal a wound Rory didn’t understand.
Why did they have to stay in the dark? Did he have ugly scars he wanted to hide? If Rory pushed, the dream would end, and he didn’t want that. So he braced his hands in front of him instead. The mirror was cold beneath Rory’s hands, and he wished again that he could see the look on Ivan’s face when he buried his dick inside him to the hilt. Ivan slowly slid his hand down the front of Rory’s chest, eliciting fire in his wake, and didn’t stop until he reached the elastic waistband of his briefs. Rory’s blood rushed through his veins, deafening him to everything but his desire for a man he hardly knew. He’d had hookups with strangers before, but this was so much different. Ivan’s touch felt like it had branded his flesh, creating a map of the places he’d caressed, unlike past lovers who’d never so much as made a mark—on his skin or his soul.
Rory gasped when Ivan shoved his hand down the front of his underwear, thick fingers encircling his shaft. Precum spilled onto Ivan’s fist, aiding the glide as he dragged his palm up and down Rory’s erection. Everything inside Rory urged him to scream for more, but he didn’t want his voice to break the spell or disturb his dream. Instead, he reached back with a hand to tug one side of his underwear down before shifting to the other side and repeating his action. His briefs snagged beneath the swell of his ass cheeks, but it was enough for what he wanted—needed. He spread his legs as far as the fabric prison permitted and stepped back from the vanity. Rory lowered his torso over the sink, which put his puckered hole right where he needed it to be.
“Fuck, I want you.” The snarled confession made Rory’s dick leak more as Ivan’s fat cockhead rubbed against his sensitive nerve endings. Rory didn’t need the words to know Ivan was just as turned on as he was. The growing wet spot on the front of Ivan’s underwear told him everything he needed to know as did the aggressive thrusts against his eager flesh.
Ivan moved the hand from Rory’s hip up to cup his chin and rained fervent kisses along his neck and jaw. Soft beard bristles tickled Rory’s skin, eliciting tingly goose bumps and sending shivers down his spine. And all the while, Ivan’s hand dragged lazily up and down Rory’s cock while he slid his drooling monster between Rory’s ass cheeks. The sensation overload made him crazy, and it wasn’t nearly enough.
“More,” he said, hoping his greedy demand wasn’t a bucket of ice water on their fun.
A chuckle rumbled deep in Ivan’s chest, but instead of yanking his underwear down for full skin-on-skin action, Ivan used his grip on Rory’s chin to turn his head. Firm lips landed on his, softer than he would’ve expected from someone so big and brawny. Ivan used the tip of his tongue to tease Rory’s lips apart, then licked into his mouth once he surrendered. Rory moaned like a needy slut because the angle didn’t allow for a deep kiss, and he was desperate for Ivan’s penetration somewhere. He greedily twirled his tongue around Ivan’s before forming anOand sucking on it.
Ivan grunted and released Rory’s chin so he could tug his underwear down to midthigh. The heat from before magnified tenfold when Ivan’s bare dick rubbed against Rory’s trembling hole, glazing the ring with precum. Rory’s pleas were carnal and shameless.
Ivan loosely covered Rory’s mouth, and he realized just how loud he’d gotten. Instead of being turned off, the needy begging seemed to amp Ivan up. He rocked his hips faster, tunneling his dick between Rory’s ass cheeks. Had he been able to see, Rory was sure dots would’ve danced before his eyes as intense pleasure built until his entire body went tense. His climax slammed into him hard, the intensity catching him by surprise. He bit down on the meaty heel of Ivan’s palm to keep from screaming his pleasure. Ivan groaned and pumped him to completion. The slickness of his release coated the thick fingers now pressed against Rory’s stomach, holding him in place while Ivan rutted against him like a wild beast. Ivan didn’t yell when his orgasm hit. He sucked in a sharp breath and held it while his release splattered over Rory’s lower back and ass crack, then dribbled over his puckered hole.
Ivan rested his head between Rory’s shoulder blades and braced his hands on the vanity to support his weight. Rory was seconds away from melting into a puddle of goo. The brain-rattling orgasm must’ve knocked his filter loose because he said, “Why didn’t you want the lights on? I would’ve given everything I have to watch you come.”
Ivan sighed heavily. “That would’ve made this too real. In the dark, I can pretend this was a delicious dream and that I didn’t just step over a line I never allow myself to cross.”
The words stung, though Rory knew Ivan hadn’t meant to be cruel. The ranch crew had been extremely curious about the connection Rory and Ivan couldn’t seem to hide. The scent of their combined releases was heavy on the air but not as thick as the tension between them.
“It’ll be our secret,” Rory said as he shifted out from between Ivan and the vanity.
Ivan said nothing as he stepped back to put more distance between them. Rory had seen the size of the bathroom. Ivan couldn’t have been more than a foot away, but it might as well have been a country mile. Rory pulled up his underwear, feeling cheap and stupid for the first time in his life. Nearby rustling signaled Ivan was doing the same. Rory was grateful the lights weren’t on to reveal the stupid tears filling his eyes. He should go downstairs and let Ivan clean up first. Then he could do his own thing before heading over to the big house for breakfast. Yeah, that’s what he would do.
“I’ll just, um…” Rory fumbled for the door, his hands suddenly clumsy. “Head out.” His fingers finally found the knob, and he twisted it harder than necessary. He pulled the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Rory gave it another yank but still nothing. The knob had turned, so it wasn’t stuck, but something pressed against it toward the top.
“Not so fast,” Ivan said.
Rory released the knob and stepped back into a wall of muscle. Ivan slid his hand down the length of the door, revealing the source of the blockage, then he placed it against Rory’s stomach. The second hand, the sticky one, landed on Rory’s hip and held him flush against Ivan’s chest. If he didn’t get the hell out of there, he’d break down and sob in front of Ivan, and that was the last thing he wanted. Rory wasn’t usually a crier, but the emotional highs and lows of the past week had taken their toll.
“I’m not sorry,” Ivan said huskily. “And I didn’t mean to make you feel ashamed of what happened.” Rory hated that Ivan could read him so well even in the dark. “I just like to keep my personal business away from the ranch. We’ve already drawn too much attention. If Owen and Tyler are placing bets on how quickly I come running when I think you might be in trouble, I guarantee others have noticed I can’t keep my fucking eyes off you.”
“I knew you were out there somewhere,” Rory said. “I felt you.”
“That’s a problem.”
Rory remembered the conversation they’d had about when Ivan would return from Denver. He’d gotten the distinct impression Ivan was going there for something more than business. “Did you plan to fuck out your frustrations with someone else last night?”
“Yes,” Ivan replied without hesitation. He kissed a spot behind Rory’s ear that made him shiver. “And I just kept swiping because they weren’t who I wanted.” A soft growl rumbled through Ivan’s chest. “You’ve been on my mind too much, and that was before I knew the breathy sounds you make when you orgasm and what your cum smells like.”
“I’m not looking for commitment and romance,” Rory said, feeling a little hopeful that this wasn’t a one-off when Ivan didn’t seem to be in a hurry to release him. As if to prove his point, Ivan ran his nose along the side of his neck.
