Celebrity 1 - Wrong Number, Right Guy (6 page)

were. I’m making the effort. Can you at least meet me halfway?” “Where’s that? Colorado?” Dar quipped.
Ryan laughed. He hadn’t laughed in days and it felt great. Dar

smiled, too.
“Tell me how to make it work so that you’re happy and I’ll do
everything in my power to see that it happens.”
“Really? Red carpet events as a couple? Thanksgiving dinner
with my parents?” Dar wondered.
Ryan reached across the small table and took Dar’s hand in his.
“I don’t have all the answers, but I’m willing to try.”
The breeze picked up. Leaves rustled against the bushes.
Branches creaked and snapped. Two squirrels chased each other
around a tree, then switched pursuits to tumble in the grass. Ryan
looked over to watch, drawing his hand away from Dar’s “Even now you’re worried that there’s someone taking pictures
out there, aren’t you?”
“Give me some credit. I’m just enjoying the beginning of
autumn,” Ryan said defensively. He did have to admit that it had
been at the back of his mind though. Sudden noises and shutter
snaps of the paparazzi had trained him well.
Ryan put down his fork, and leaned forward. “I don’t know
how you became so important to me so fast. I stopped trying to
explain it to myself, or make sense of it. You just are. The prospect
of that ending, God, it hurts.” Ryan touched his chest. “It actually
hurts.”
Dar smiled sadly. “I know. I feel it, too.”
“It can’t end.”
Dar pushed his plate away. “I don’t want it to end either.” “Then it doesn’t have to,” Ryan insisted. Hope renewed in him. “Can we take this inside? I want to kiss you, and I want your
full attention when I do it,” Dar said.
Ryan leapt to his feet and held out his hand. Dar took it,
laughing. Before Ryan led the way to the house, he reeled Dar in,
cupping his cheek when he drew close. “Say it again?” “I want to kiss you.”
“That’s hot.” Ryan leaned in, gently placing a kiss on Dar’s
lips for all of nature to see.
Dar stepped back first, but he was smiling. “Come on,” Dar
murmured.
He tugged Ryan’s hand as he walked backward to the cabin
door. When he reached it, he jerked the door open and hauled Ryan
inside.
Ryan stumbled at the sudden move. Righting himself, his hands
on Dar’s shoulders for support, they laughed easily for the first time in days. Dar’s arms came around him, holding him. Ryan never wanted the feeling to end. Dar had come to him, wanted him, fought for him. A man who knew what he wanted and went after it, even though he had his fears. It was the fearlessness in Dar, along with all his other amazing qualities, that made Ryan weak in the
knees when he thought of him.
“I have a confession to make.” Ryan brushed the hair off Dar’s
forehead.
“What’s that?”
“You’re going to think I’m a pervert.”
“Ryan, right now, I’m
hoping
you’re a pervert,” he said,
chuckling.
“The first night you called me, we were talking and your voice
was so smooth and sexy. It made me hard just listening to you. I
kept you on the line as long as I could.”
“You think my voice is sexy?” Dar asked.
“Hell, yeah.” Ryan rocked his hips forward, nudging Dar’s so
he’d feel Ryan’s rigid appreciation. Dar’s breath caught. “That
night while you talked, I jacked off to you.”
“Holy shit,” Dar growled. “I’d love to watch you do that.” “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t want my own hands
on me. I want yours on me.”
Dar’s eyes widened. His lips parted with surprise and his
cheeks had flushed, but not with embarrassment. It looked more
like sharp arousal.
Ryan grinned. “I know we have a lot to work out, but Dar, if
you don’t take me to bed right now, I’m going to start losing brain
cells.”

Dar didn’t have to be told twice. He practically raced for the bedroom, but when he got there, Ryan in front of him, his fingers froze at pulling off Ryan’s shirt.

“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I think it has something to do with disrobing an American icon and shoving my cock in him. Are there release forms I have to sign or something?” Dar teased.
“Shithead,” Ryan said, laughing. He made fast work of Dar’s buttons and whipped the ironed cotton off his shoulders. “I started. You finish.”
Dar looked at him with amusement. “There are
so
many ways to interpret that.”
Ryan held his arms wide, in challenge. Dar took it, reaching for the other man’s shirt and yanking it up over his head. That world famous chest radiated with warmth and health. Goddamn gorgeous chest. No fucking wonder it was constantly on display in the movies.
Dar roamed his hands over it, reverently. With the pads of his fingers he traced the dip beneath each defined pectoral, then dragged them lightly over Ryan’s ribs. He watched in awe as his touch caused Ryan’s muscles to flex and tremble, as the man who possessed them shuddered breath and stayed absolutely still for Dar’s touch.
Then back up he went, flattening his palms to warm flesh, feeling the smooth easy slide of his skin all the way to his shoulders.
“Jesus, Dar,” Ryan rasped.
“You’re beautiful,” Dar whispered.
“Not nearly as beautiful as the look on your face.” Ryan enfolded him in a hug.
Their naked chests touched, then pressed. Hard muscle to hard muscle, the same but so different in corded strength and lean mass. Dar closed his eyes, relishing the feel of Ryan’s strong arms binding him as close as their bodies could go, and wishing for deeper knowledge of his partner.
Dar turned his face into Ryan’s neck, breathing him in, nuzzling, tasting the line of sinew from his neck to his shoulder. Ryan shuddered again, a soft moan escaping him. Dar kept holding, kept touching, unable to deny his hands the pleasure of feeling Ryan in his arms. Around his back, up his spine, dragging his nails and soothing with his finger pads.
Then Dar tested Ryan’s shoulder with his lips. He trailed that sinew, nipped the soft skin where neck joined shoulder. Ryan buried his face in Dar’s hair, stroked his back. Dar had never known a time when holding and being held had been so fulfilling. But here in Ryan’s arms, Dar felt whole.
Ryan’s hands swooped down to cup Dar’s ass, completely changed his mind about holding Ryan forever. “Naked. Now,” he said roughly.
Ryan kissed him, hard. His lips crashed against Dar’s, claiming, thrusting, demanding, and his hands rushed to Dar’s waist and loosened his pants. Dar reached through and around Ryan’s arms, bumping him in his own haste to get Ryan and his pants separated.
Cool air touched Dar’s abdomen seconds before he caught the elastic waistband and pushed down Ryan’s boxers. They hadn’t even stepped from their clothes, when Ryan clutched Dar’s ass, slamming their hips together in cock melting contact of rigid flesh pressing rigid flesh.
Dar answered Ryan’s kiss with the same devouring intensity, made only more demanding as his senses overloaded with lust.
Ryan backed up with him, taking Dar to the bed. His hips landed half off the mattress and, not willing to break their kiss for more than an instant, Dar scrambled for a better way to lie down. It didn’t help that his legs were trapped in jeans.
He’d laugh at the awkwardness of this later. Right now, clothing was an afterthought a thousand times less important than this—Ryan kissing him, naked on top of him, hard and just as wanting as Dar.
Ryan’s lips left his. Dar complained wordlessly, until wet, hot suction devoured his neck in flames of desire. Dar arched his neck, sank his fingers into his lover’s hair, holding him to that needy spot that couldn’t get enough. It would leave a mark, but so help him, he didn’t care.
Hands stroked over his chest, squeezed his shoulders, thumbed his nipples. Sharp twisting pleasure consumed Dar’s brain as both nipples were pinched and twisted with just the right amount of pressure to send Dar’s senses through the roof.
All he could reach of Ryan was his head and his shoulders, but the other man had full range of Dar and he took it.
“Ryan.” He couldn’t think of another thing to say. His thoughts skidded and slammed into each other with requests for one kind of touch only to find that Ryan did something else Dar didn’t want to stop him from doing.
“I’ve got you, Dar,” he soothed.
Ryan kissed down Dar’s body, stopping to tongue his nipples, blow on them, then lightly scrape his fingernails down his belly into the nest of hair at the base of Dar’s cock.
Ryan squirmed awkwardly, but Dar was far too intent on Ryan’s hands and mouth to pay any attention. Something fell to the floor, and Ryan continued his downward pursuit. Dar’s cock begged for attention and finally, finally, Ryan gave it.
Dar propped himself up to watch, his breath harsh in his own ears as Ryan looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Nice. Very nice.”
Enthusiastically, Ryan swallowed as much of Dar’s cock as he could. Dar’s balls drew up almost painfully. There was no doubt Ryan hadn’t sucked cock very much, but what he lacked in technique, he made up for with wholehearted willingness. The last thing Dar wanted was to shoot his load this early though.
“Ryan, slow down.”
Ryan swallowed and sucked, squeezing Dar’s cock with delicious pressure. Dar’s eyes rolled back and his body curved up, lifting his hips to Ryan’s mouth. If he didn’t stop him soon, it would end too fast. But goddamn it felt good.
“Ryan.”
Dar’s pants and underwear were pulled from his ankles. He helped by kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks. Then Ryan spread Dar’s thighs and settled between them.
Oh, hell no!
He was not going to fucking come without sinking his cock into Ryan’s sexy ass. He sank his fingers into Ryan’s shoulders. “Stop. For the love of God, stop before I lose my load.”
Ryan slipped off Dar’s swollen, flushed dick. “We have all day to restock.”
“Come here,” Dar insisted.
Ryan climbed up his body. Holding himself over Dar, he lowered his hips and rocked gently.
Dar groaned. It couldn’t be helped. Hard cock on sensitive, throbbing, still wet penis, slid too deliciously for words.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Ryan questioned.
His playful smile had Dar laughing between wordless sounds of aroused distress.
“I didn’t even get to lick your balls yet,” Ryan told him.
“Stop. By all that’s holy, stop talking before I change my mind. I’ll regret missing out if I do.”
Ryan laughed, leaned in for a kiss. “I love this mouth.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Dar flipped him.
Ryan looked up at him with surprise. His black hair pooled on the pillow. His brown eyes, dark and wicked above the slanted, mischievous smile. “Can’t wait to see where this goes.” He held up a silver packet. “Need this?”
“Soon. First, I believe you were telling me how you jacked off to my voice on the phone.”
Ryan’s eyes hooded. “Yeah.”
“I’m really interested in seeing you in action.”
“More interested in seeing you in action,” Ryan countered.
Dar sat up, straddling the other man’s hips. He stroked down his body and resituated himself lower on Ryan’s thighs. “Show me.”
Ryan blushed. Fuck if that wasn’t adorable. A movie screen heartthrob turning shy? For him? The moment couldn’t be better.
When Ryan held his thick cock in his hand though, Dar reassessed. It was definitely getting better. Tentatively Ryan pumped his cock. Dar cupped his balls, loving it when Ryan’s gaze shot to his, heat burning in his eyes.
He hoped Ryan could read the longing in his eyes. There was no doubt the world thought Ryan Pierce was special. They didn’t know Ryan Fenmore, like he was getting to know Ryan Fenmore. Between the emotional and the physical, he hoped no one ever knew Fenmore the way Dar hoped to.
It was
their
slice of heaven. Not open for public consumption. He hoped Ryan felt it, too.

Ryan loved the way Dar watched him. His eyes locked on Ryan’s cock, each stroke of his hand. He even absently touched himself while fondling Ryan’s balls. It had been years since he’d been with a man. Dar didn’t seem to mind his awkwardness, pushing him to do things he’d normally do in private, like touching himself.

His body hummed, already primed and ready. He’d love to take Dar back in his mouth, but more than that, he wanted Dar inside him, filling his body.

Dar took his hand off his cock and wrapped it around Ryan’s pumping fist. Their fingers joined on his shaft looked too incredible for words. Dar shifted, scooting down Ryan’s body. Then settling between his thighs, much like Ryan had done moments before, Dar took Ryan’s hands off his cock and tucked them under his hips.

Dar wanted full access to the thick, long, veiny shaft and glistening tip. He rubbed his cheek up its length and down again until his nose nestled in the man’s balls. Cool, musky, and wrinkled, they hung heavily, covering Dar’s view of Ryan’s entrance.

For now, that was fine. He enjoyed the fine crinkle of his balls when Dar huffed on them, the way his thigh muscles and ass clenched when Dar ran his tongue on the center seam of his testicles. The roughened texture mingled with Ryan’s unique scent and drew Dar’s arousal to acute desire.

Ryan had untucked his hands, choosing to grasp Dar’s head and stroke his hair instead. It tickled pleasantly and told Dar all he needed to know about Ryan’s interest in what he was doing.

This time when he laved Ryan’s balls, he pressed and rolled each testicle inside the fleshy sac with the tip of his tongue. Ryan hissed. His body tightened. Dar lifted the sac, his mouth closing on it in full. Suckling as Ryan went from mildly squirming to shudderingly tense and verbal.

“What are you—oh, God, never mind. Don’t stop,” Ryan pleaded.
Apparently Ryan had never had his balls sucked before. Pleasure warmed Dar’s chest to be the first. With enthusiasm, he gently worked the balls in his mouth, rolling them, tickling them, then letting them slide from his mouth as he lipped them.
He’d ignored Ryan’s cock until that point, but Dar could hardly stand waiting any longer. His mouth watered for it and fuck if he was going to wait any longer.
Dar lifted himself. Ryan guided his head quickly to his cock. Dar chucked at his eagerness.
“Don’t laugh. This is important,” Ryan gasped.
“
Yeah
, it’s important,” he teased. “I’m gonna suck you like a lollipop. Creamy filling, here I come.”
“Nuh-uh,” Ryan corrected. “Here
I
come.”
Ryan’s laughter stopped the second Dar’s mouth closed on the man’s cockhead. Ryan’s strangled sound of pleasure fascinated him. Dar definitely needed to hear more of those noises.
Dar took him deep several times, slicking the entire shaft as far as he could take him. Then fisting the base of Ryan’s cock, Dar focused on sucking off the tip. He popped his lips over the rim, holding his mouth in a firm O. Slipping his free hand to capture some moisture from the shaft and his mouth, Dar then sought the tiny ring of muscles under Ryan’s balls.
He pumped the end digit of his finger into the ring. Ryan squirmed.
“Relax,” Dar encouraged, coming off Ryan’s cock to speak. “That’s it,” he said as he worked his finger in and out in time with his stroking fist.
Dar watched the other man, carefully gauging his expressions. He didn’t want to hurt Ryan and, by his admission, it had been a long time since he’d been with a man. Years possibly, and his body needed to be reconditioned.
As he watched, he flicked out his tongue to catch a droplet of pre-cum from Ryan’s cock-tip. “Mm. You taste good. Salty, a little sweet on the back of the tongue. Like fine wine, Ryan.”
“And hints,” he gasped, “of rosemary…and olives…from Tuscan…fields?”
“Full-bodied with a
heady
aftertaste,” he agreed.
Ryan groaned. “That was…bad.”
“You’re not. You’re amazing.” He pushed another finger in, working it around and gently massaging the tight ring. “You’re doing great. In another minute, I’ll add another finger. Breathe through it.”
“Okay.”
Dar took his cock as deep as he could swallow, rewetting the shaft and using his throat muscles to squeeze. Out, then back down again, quelling his gag-reflex. Then returning to the head, he took Ryan like he was on a mission.
Moistened again, this time Dar pushed in three fingers. He heard Ryan inhale sharply, felt his ass clench around his hand. Then Ryan seemed to remember to breathe and he pushed against the intrusion, opening his ring as Dar rubbed it approvingly.
He was ready. Dar eased his fingers out to cup his balls. Then, slowly sliding his other hand up Ryan’s body to press against the man’s heart, he swallowed and sucked in earnest. Ryan thrust into his mouth. Dar took it, knowing he was almost there.
Ryan’s fingers gripped Dar’s head tightly and suddenly Ryan lost all control. He jerked his hips upward, slamming his cock into the back of Dar’s throat and farther. Dar held steady, taking his breath when he could. He forsook Ryan’s balls, pushing instead into his readied ass to knuckle over his prostate.
Ryan cried out, jerked sharply three more times as his cum shot into Dar’s mouth, emptying his balls of years of sexual neglect. Dar took it, swallowed and pulled off his cock, cleaning it as he went.
“Lube?” Dar asked.
Too on edge for more than the facts, Dar was keen to fuck. Watching Ryan get off, squirm beneath him, and lose himself to the moment had been a heady experience. The famous man was just a man after all. Just a horny man who wanted Dar, and there was nothing sexier than that.
God, he’d better have lube
.
I need
in.
Now
.
Ryan scrambled off the bed, racing to the bathroom. Dar grinned. Ryan’s ass cheeks flexing and tight were something to behold in full speed. He couldn’t wait to get in there with a cockfull. Something knocked off the sink in the other room, then Ryan was jogging from the bathroom, holding the lube triumphantly.
“Got it!”
His heavy cock swayed semi-limp from side to side, nudging his thigh. Sated balls bounced, hanging low, but still not lower than Ryan’s long cock. Was it wrong that he wanted it back in his mouth?
Later, he promised himself, rolling on the condom.
Right now all that lean muscle, tight ass, lolling cock, and hard horny body were his and there wasn’t a thing that would stop Dar from taking what was offered. Pierce, Fenmore, they’d merged into one man who was both an icon and his lover.
He didn’t know what star he’d wished on to have this man’s affection, which star it was that had caused him to misdial that night, but he’d be thanking it for all eternity if they could actually work out their relationship.