Caleb glanced away for a moment before speaking. "I thought you were going to... force my head down," he admitted, a hot red flush creeping up his cheeks. "That's all."
As fast as that moment of vulnerability had come, it disappeared again. Caleb's sly grin returned, grotesquely easy, as if what he'd just said didn't bother him at all. "But I'm not some fragile flower. Don't worry about it."
Something dark and possessive twisted inside of Ryker's gut. The fact that Caleb could joke about someone abusing him…
Whoever that guy was, he'd better hope he never met Ryker in a dark alley.
Whatever Caleb saw in Ryker's expression, it clearly made him pause. Then, never one to stay still, Caleb got up and playfully shoved Ryker. It had no effect, but Caleb acted like he could totally shove Ryker around. "Bed. Go."
Well, he didn't have to ask Ryker twice. Ryker sank down onto the bed. Caleb crawled up onto Ryker's lap, straddling him. His long, clever fingers wrapped around Ryker's cock, working it. When he saw the first eager beads of precome spill from he head, Caleb grinned.
"Someone's eager," Caleb taunted, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Shut up," Ryker snapped, his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn't just about satisfying his own lust; he wanted to make Caleb lose himself in pleasure, to let go of the pain and fear that haunted him.
"Make me," Caleb challenged, his words dripping with seductive defiance.
With a deep, hungry groan, Ryker gripped Caleb's hips tightly, pulling him closer. He could feel the heat radiating from Caleb's body, the need for release thrumming through both of them.
Straddling Ryker's lap, Caleb shifted his grip on Ryker's cock, teasing the head against his entrance. The sensation sent shivers up Ryker's spine, and he couldn't help but growl possessively.
Caleb shuddered at Ryker's reaction, his breath hitching. The room was filled with an electric tension that crackled between them, each moment bringing them closer to the edge…
With a guttural growl of frustration, Ryker forced himself to push aside the animalistic urge to claim Caleb without restraint. "Wait," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "Do you have a condom?"
Caleb's laughter held a bitter edge as he met Ryker's gaze. "Aw, how considerate of you," he said mockingly. "Afraid of where I've been?" The shadows in his eyes hinted at dark memories, and Ryker's chest tightened with an unexpected surge of anger.
"That's not what I meant," Ryker snapped, his hands curling into fists on Caleb's hips.
He wasn't some monster. When he fucked pretty young men, he was the one in charge, and that meant he took care of them — protection included.
But it was pointless to try to communicate that with Caleb.
Besides, it wasn't like it'd matter, soon enough.
"Sure, big guy," Caleb replied, but the smirk didn't quite reach his eyes. With an agile twist, he leaned over the side of the bed, rummaging through the bedside drawer for a moment before triumphantly producing a small foil packet and a bottle of lube. "You're not the first man in town to be after my ass."
Ryker bit back a growl at the thought of other men touching Caleb like this, but he swallowed his possessiveness and focused on the present. "You're a busy boy, aren't you?" he said, eyeing the supplies in Caleb's hand.
"Keeps me out of trouble," Caleb quipped, his fingers deftly unrolling the condom onto Ryker's throbbing cock. A shudder of anticipation rippled through Ryker as Caleb slicked his fingers with lube and moved them between his legs, teasing his entrance with a deliberate slowness that made Ryker's breath hitch.
As Caleb sunk one finger, then two, inside himself, Ryker couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. Every twist and thrust of Caleb's fingers stoked the fire burning inside Ryker, making his cock ache with need.
"Fuck, yes," Ryker whispered hoarsely, watching as Caleb prepared himself with a wicked grin. But beneath that playful exterior, Ryker could see the vulnerability lurking in those expressive eyes. He knew both of them were walking on a tightrope, balancing their desires against the danger of their situation.
But as he looked at Caleb, flushed and wanton on his lap, Ryker couldn't help but give himself over to the moment.
"Ready for me?" Caleb asked, his voice husky and low, his fingers still buried deep within himself.
"Never been more ready in my life," Ryker replied, his own voice rough with need. "Now show me what I'm paying for."
Caleb's smug grin played at the corners of his mouth as he slowly lowered himself onto Ryker's cock, every delicious inch of him filling Caleb up. The sensation was almost too much for Ryker to bear, and he let out a guttural groan of pleasure as he involuntarily thrust up into Caleb's tight heat.
He brought his hands up to grasp Caleb's slim hips, but Caleb caught him before he could. "Uh-uh," Caleb chided. "No touching the talent." Smirking, he guided Ryker's large hands to grip the bars of the headboard instead.
When he sank down on Ryker's cock again, Ryker's knuckles went white on the wood.Sorry to whoever owns this bed,he desperately thought,because if he does that again, I'm going to break this fucking thing apart.
Ryker couldn't help but get lost in the sight of Caleb riding him, the younger man's nimble hips swaying in practiced rhythm. He tried to focus on the way Caleb's muscles clenched around him, but the words that spilled from Caleb's lips were just as intoxicating – a litany of filth that seemed to tease and taunt Ryker with every syllable.