Page 9 of Hell or High Water
Someone groaned—Ramsey thought it might have been Nate, but it also could’ve been him. He was wound up—woundtight,in fact, too many nights spent hanging out with Wes at his place. Maybe that was why Nate had appealed so much that Ramsey had broken one of his personal guidelines and had approachedhim, not even bothering to wait to see if Nate would come up to him.
But then Nate slid a hand down, over his ass, and lifted him up, with what seemed like barely any effort.
Yeah, that wasalsowhy Ramsey had gone up to him. The guy was built like a brick house—big and hot. So big and so hot Ramsey couldn’t wait to get his clothes off. See exactly what he was working with.
Nate’s mouth moved to his neck, and Ramsey had the fleeting thought that he wasdamngood at this. He’d known from the first kiss that Nate knew what the fuck he was doing, but it was one thing to think it and it was another to experience it.
“Bedroom?” Ramsey murmured. Aware of how rough edged his voice had gotten. How desperate he sounded.
“I got you.”
They were only words. Sexy, dirty talk. Nate didn’t really mean it. He didn’t know Ramsey. Ramsey didn’t evenwantto let it all go, let someone else catch it all. But feeling Nate’s broadshoulders, Ramsey thought that if he wanted to play for a night, to imagine that if he was ever tempted, Nate might be a decent choice.
The bedroom was dark too, only a dim light on in the corner.
Nate deposited him on the end of the big bed, reaching down and tugging Ramsey’s shirt off. His chain got tangled and Nate made an appreciative noise as he let it fall back against his skin, his touch more gentle than Ramsey had expected.
It wasn’t particularly surprising that Nate wanted his clothes off. In his experience, most men did, but it was surprising that Ramsey, who was used to being the director of most sexual encounters, let him.
He also didn’t protest when Nate, still kissing him like he couldn’t figure out a way to stop, sank to his knees, the warm calloused pads of his fingers sliding down his chest. Unfastening his jeans, he tugged them down, leaning in as Ramsey’s heart rate accelerated.
“God, you feel so good,” Nate murmured, mouthing at where his cock throbbed, caught in his briefs.
He should bedoingsomething. Flipping them, taking his normal control back. But Ramsey didn’t.
For once, would it be so bad if he just leaned back and let himself enjoy it? Let Nate lavish him with all the attention?
He’d not been tempted by even the possibility in so long, but then he couldn’t remember the last time someone had seen so much of him, so easily. Everyone else was usually fooled by the shiny, pretty exterior and the deft way Ramsey always turned the tables.
But Nate hadn’t been, and he wasn’t looking for Ramsey to do anything right now either.
His fingers tightened around Ramsey’s upper thigh, the muscle flexing before Ramsey could stop it.
“Let me,” Nate asked, glancing up. He was beautiful too, in this light. Dark eyes, dark hair, scruff edging the intriguing planes of his face.
Ramsey nodded.
Nate pulled his briefs off, and Ramsey tried to bury the shocked gasp as his mouth closed over him, hot and wet and perfect.
Over the years, he’d had a lot of exceptional and even wild sex.
A simple blowjob shouldn’t unwind him like this, but there was something about the way Nate sucked him tenderly but insistently. The curl of his hand around his thigh. His touch soft but sure. Like he wasn’t trying to prove anything, he just wanted to give Ramsey pleasure.
Most guys tried to overdo it. Tried to win the sex Olympics. But Nate kept it simple and Ramsey found himself sinking into the comfortable mattress, his mind unraveling from its normal machinations. Able to just relax andenjoyit.
“So good,” he murmured, reaching down, keeping his touch equally soft. Tangling his fingers in Nate’s short hair.
Nate pulled off, the head of Ramsey’s cock still leaking against his tongue. “You want more?”
Not,I want more.Not,I’m gonna take more.But, asking,you want more?Like whatever answer Ramsey gave would be enough for him.
Men always grasped at him with claws. Like they could outthink and outmaneuver him into staying trapped in their cage. But Ramsey already knew that wasn’t Nate.
He offered his hand and didn’t snap it closed the moment Ramsey sighed and said, “Yeah.”
He just gave him more. More of that soft drugging pleasure, fizzing along his nerve endings. The callouses on his fingertips teasing his balls. A slick finger sliding back, pressing into his hole.
It wasn’t a new act, but it felt so different.
