Just Between Us (3 page)

“What do you mean ‘not exactly’?” He forced his voice to come out husky and low.

Sam’s full lips curled into a sexy little grin. “I experimented a bit. In college.” He shrugged. Lust twisted in Ryan’s gut at the thought of Sam with his strong hands on another man’s body, stroking and teasing. There was a jolt of jealousy as well, that it hadn’t been him, but it was fleeting and drowned beneath the torrent of desire he’d held back for 13 years.

“I…had no idea.”

“I know. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Now Sam’s grin was slightly crooked, and Ryan could swear the flush staining his friend’s cheeks darkened.

Frowning in confusion, Ryan asked, “Why would I feel uncomfortable?” The second the question was out of his mouth, he saw the bounce of Sam’s brow. Sam had been attracted to him! Ryan’s mouth dropped open. His brain buzzed with white noise while his body raged with a fever of lust. He moved his hands to his lap to avoid revealing that his rod was painfully hard, pressing against the seam of his jeans.

“Sorry,” Sam said, his voice slightly uneven. “You look freaked out. That’s why I hesitated to tell you.” He tugged at his collar. “I just figured... well, once you read the book...” He nervously ran his hand through his hair. “Look, just forget it. I’m not going to jump you or anything.”

Ryan turned to stare out the window, trying to process that long string of words. Fire burned through his veins. His hands were actually shaking. He knew he needed to say something…anything.

Sam not only had done things with men, but…he was admitting to being attracted to him. And Sam thought Ryan was straight. He would have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so turned on. The sudden change in circumstances had left him reeling. Aroused to the point of near pain, but still completely unsure of himself.

“Are we okay?” Sam asked softly.

“We’re great.” Ryan swallowed, eyes closing as he tried to think past the pounding of his heart and the pulse of his cock. He should say something else. But what? What should he do? Was this his chance?

“Rye.” Sam’s voice suddenly firm. His hand rose and gripped the back of Ryan’s neck, tugging his head around to face him. Ryan’s breath hitched as he stared into Sam’s heavy lidded gaze. Sam was so close. Closer than they’d ever been before…his breath a whisper against Ryan’s mouth.

Ryan licked his lips, almost able to taste his friend on his skin. Sam made a guttural noise in the back of his throat, tilting his head slightly, aligning their mouths. Ryan swallowed.

Sam’s lashes fluttered, his gaze trailing over Ryan’s body for a moment and then rising back to his mouth. He scraped his teeth over his lower lip, wetting it. “I’m going to kiss you.”

{ 4 }

The words shot through Ryan like an electric shock, jolting his spine. Sam waited for the length of a single breath, giving him time to resist. Not that Ryan could.

Sam’s mouth was firm and demanding on Ryan’s. His stubble scraped against Ryan’s chin, a sharp contrast to the smoothness of his lips. The normally quiet, laid back Sam pressed Ryan into the corner made by the seat and the door, suddenly powerful and in control. One hand slid into Ryan’s hair to grip the back of his skull, the other pressed between Ryan’s shoulder blades, holding him still under Sam’s talented mouth.

Ryan had kissed his fair share of people, women and men, but he’d never been kissed like this. Sam took control of his mouth as if staking his claim, lips moving over Ryan’s like he owned them. He could do nothing but open up to the other man with a tortured groan.

When Sam’s tongue slid against his, redolent with the tang of ketchup and the slight bitterness of the beer they’d drunk, Ryan shuddered. Sam coaxed him to meet each velvet glide, sucking Ryan’s tongue into his mouth before releasing it to nip hard at Ryan’s lower lip.

“Christ,” Sam groaned, pulling away slightly keeping his eyes locked on Ryan. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” He chuckled. Ryan blinked, hazy with desire, shifting closer to Sam’s warm, hard body.

“Me too,” he managed, voice soft…relieved. “Thirteen years.” He was surprised he was able to get the confession out. Despite the fact that Sam was making it perfectly clear he wanted him, Ryan was still frozen with uncertainty. It had been so long. This couldn’t really be happening.

“Yeah? Guess this year was lucky thirteen.” Sam was half-kneeling on the seat, one knee between Ryan’s spread thighs. He brushed his mouth over Ryan’s, tongue teasing. “You never said anything.”

“Neither did you.” Ryan clutched at Sam’s broad shoulders, digging his fingers into the sleek muscles beneath the soft sweater. His heart knocked against his ribs as if seeking to leap the small space between them.

Sam’s chuckle was soft and deep as he skimmed his lips along Ryan’s cheek. He flicked his tongue teasingly against the corner of Ryan’s mouth. “Fair enough.” He stroked his thumb over Ryan’s jaw, pressing the other man’s chin to part his lips. “But I’m saying something now.”

He took Ryan’s mouth again, cupping his face, licking the silken lining of his lips. He didn’t let up, taking and tasting for several long minutes. The only sound in the back of the car was the ragged sound of their gasping breaths.

Sam pulled back, kneading Ryan’s neck with his right hand, lips quirking as he began to trail the left down Ryan’s chest. He watched Ryan, dark eyes glittering with wicked intent.

Ryan could only swallow as Sam’s thumb grazed his nipple through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. The small nub was hard under the pad of Sam’s finger. He paused, circling the bud slowly before scraping over it. Ryan groaned as the touch plucked a tingling chord that ran straight down to his cock.

Sam traced a looping pattern with his fingertips down Ryan’s flat stomach, where the muscles leapt beneath the caress. He dipped briefly beneath the hem of Ryan’s t-shirt, brushing the backs of his fingers over the smooth skin just above the waistband of Ryan’s jeans. Ryan sucked in a breath, eyes widening as his oldest, best friend slid his hand down, with purpose, toward his aching groin. Sam grinned, dark eyes hot as he watched the play of expressions over Ryan’s face.

“I guess I wasn’t just imagining this then.” Sam’s big hand cupped Ryan’s cock through the material of his jeans, the rounded tips of his fingers tracing the trapped outline, palm rubbing slow circles. Ryan groaned, hips lifting to press himself harder into the other man’s grip.

“Fuck, Sam…”

Sam leaned forward, licking along the corded muscle of Ryan’s neck. “Not yet, Rye. That’s later,” he whispered into Ryan’s ear.

Just the thought sent a surge of blood to Ryan’s prick, making the confines of his jeans beyond uncomfortable. “Sam, please…god.” The words were jagged with need as he fell deeper into his friend’s hold. Sam’s fingers tightened around Ryan’s shaft, squeezing gently.

“Seems like things are getting pretty cramped in here.” With a deft flick of his thumb, Sam popped the top button of Ryan’s jeans and tugged down the zipper. His hand was confident and strong as it slid inside, yanking down the waistband of Ryan’s boxers to release his throbbing shaft.

Sam’s mouth crushed Ryan’s again, swallowing Ryan’s moan as he began to slowly pump the rigid length of Ryan’s cock. He squeezed, wrist twisting, his thumb snaking over the broad, spongy head to swipe at the pre-cum bubbling from the small slit. He devoured Ryan’s mouth, tongue plunging and licking, teeth scraping and nipping. Pre-cum slicked Sam’s palm in steady flow as Ryan desperately panted and writhed, fucking himself into his friend’s tight grasp.

“Is this for me?” Sam asked, voice thick with an edge of playfulness and wicked humor that Ryan was used to. He breathed a soft, ragged laugh.

Ryan nodded slowly. He struggled to let out a small moan of approval.

“Mmmm.” Sam sucked Ryan’s lower lip, scraped his lips along the line of his jaw, and bit his earlobe. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured. His free hand pulled Ryan’s jeans open wider, dipping inside to brush through the tangled thatch of his wiry pubic hair and slide strong fingers around the soft mass of Ryan’s balls.

Ryan had no words for the pleasure that swamped him as his best friend, the man he’d loved in secret for half his life, cupped his balls in his warm hand. His head fell back on his shoulders, eyes squeezing closed. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a dream. In fact, he’d had this dream before. Only never so vivid.

Sam was surprisingly more forceful and commanding. Ryan never would have guessed, and now all he could do was lay back and let Sam do what he wanted with him. The other man seemed to know what he needed, how to touch him, instinctively.

“Open your eyes.” Sam’s voice was a seductive growl. “I want you to see what I do to you, Rye.” Sam stroked Ryan’s iron hard length and massaged his balls. When Ryan managed to get his eyes open, Sam was intently watching his face.

Ryan dropped his gaze to his lap and was slammed with another powerful wave of pleasure as he saw Sam’s hands on him. He groaned at the sight of Sam’s broad, tanned fingers wrapped around his column, several shades darker than the smooth skin of his shaft. His fat crown, flushed a deep red, swelled above Sam’s fist with each upward stroke.

Sam’s skin glistened in the dim light, filtering through the tinted windows from the street outside, reminding Ryan where they were. The realization that Sam’s skin was wet with his pre-cum overwhelmed him. He didn’t care cared where they were.

Ryan moaned, hands fisting at his sides, wanting to touch Sam too but unable to concentrate with the other man’s skilled hands working his shaft and balls.

“Sam.” His friend’s name was all he could get out. “Sam.”

Sam leaned in for another deep, wet kiss. His mouth moved to Ryan’s ear, biting the tender skin of his earlobe. “You’re so hard, Rye. And hot. Your cock is burning against my fingers…you feel
so
much better than I imagined.”

Ryan had no idea where this talkative, take-charge side of Sam had come from, but he couldn’t say he minded. He couldn’t say much of anything, at the moment. Sam squeezed him, and Ryan responded by jerking in his grasp.

“I didn’t realize you’d be so thick.” Sam’s tongue painted intricate patterns against Ryan’s straining throat. “All the times I pictured sucking your cock, I never guessed your dick would be such a mouth-stretcher.” He chuckled thickly.

The image Sam’s words called to Ryan’s mind, of his gorgeous friend’s dark head bobbing between his thighs, lips straining around his throbbing shaft, seared into Ryan’s retinas. He arched his back off the seat, choking on a gasp.

“I never...” Ryan trailed off, moaning, unsure what he was about to confess. That he’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted that image to become a reality? That he’d never in a million years would have thought it was ever a possibility? But now Sam, his Sam, was here touching him, telling him he wanted the same things. That he’d wanted to do this, had thought about them together, and fantasized about it. “God. Sam…please!”

He groaned out the last word, feeling the pleasure building up, the heat and pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut and at the base of his spine. His fingers dug into the supple leather of the car’s seat as he rocked his hips in time with Sam’s skilled stroking.

Ryan’s breath clogged as Sam shifted suddenly. His hands kept up their wicked caress, but he slid backwards and down, kneeling on the floor of the car at Ryan’s feet. Blood pounded in Ryan’s temples, his heart throbbed in his chest, and his cock pulsed in Sam’s hand.

Sam’s gaze was focused on Ryan’s face, his lips parted. His own breath was nearly as uneven as Ryan’s. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this, to feel your cock sliding through my fingers, to make you come.” His pace increased, the slick sound of his strokes growing louder in the confined space. “I didn’t think you’d ever want me to. I’d hoped, but...” He licked his lips, eyes flickering down to Ryan’s cock.

“I want you too. Ah!” Ryan thrashed on the seat, delirious with desire. Sweat trickled down his throat, soaking into the collar of his shirt.

“Good.” Sam bent forward, his hot breath wafting over the sensitive tip of Ryan’s cock. Ryan shuddered in his grip. Sam’s next upward stroke milked another drop of clear fluid from Ryan, and his tongue snaked out to lap at the sticky treat.

Ryan made an inarticulate cawing noise at the feel of Sam’s wet hot tongue swiping over the spongy head of his prick. When the other man’s firm lips teased against the flared ridge before sliding down his slick shaft, Ryan couldn’t help but surge upward, burying his cock in Sam’s welcoming mouth.

Sam’s tongue twined around and over his entire length as he sank all the way down to the base of Ryan’s dick. He pulled back, sucking hard, stroking hand following in the wake of his mouth. He kept his pace quick, demanding, the tight ring of his lips and fingers firm.

“Holy fuck!” The words tore from Ryan’s throat as the slick heat of his best friend’s mouth engulfed him from root to tip. Ryan had been on the receiving end of plenty of blow jobs, but not even the best rivaled the feel of Sam’s lips sliding up and down his cock.

It wasn’t just that his friend obviously knew what he was doing. Part of it was how aggressive his normally laconic friend was, how passionately he was slurping at Ryan’s prick. The rest was that it was Sam. Sam, who knew everything about him – everything but his lust for him. And now he knew that too.

Thirteen years of pent up lust and love finally being released, and returned. No one else, no matter how skilled, could compete.

Ryan stared down, still almost unable to believe this was really happening. But it was. Sam’s dark head was bent over his lap, bobbing up and down, saliva slick lips stretched wide around Ryan’s thick shaft. The wet slurp of his mouth mingled with Ryan’s moans, filling the heated air of the back seat.

Sam was moaning too, making small, low noises in the back of his throat as he sucked Ryan deep. Ryan could feel each one vibrating up the length of his rod, tingling over his super-sensitive nerve endings.

He lifted one shaking hand and combed his fingers through the thick fall of Sam’s dark hair, cupping the back of his skull as Sam’s tongue teased the underside of his cock. Sam’s fingers teased and massaged his balls, brushing the electric spot just behind the tight sack.