A Change of Pace (11 page)

Drew gulped, still looking a little dazed, eyes glued to that opening as Ridge fished out an aching cock. “What...what are you doing?” Drew asked stupidly, his voice hoarse.

“Mmmmmm, what does it look like?” Toeing off his deck shoes, Ridge propped his right foot on the dash. Then Ridge leaned his head back, determined not to care if a car came by. The truck was higher than passenger cars -- only a tractor-trailer driver could actually
see
what he was about to do.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his legs wider, sliding down a bit more to give himself room to work. He could feel the heat of Drew’s eyes on him, and his intention was to give a performance worthy of memory.

***

Drew coughed in disbelief as Ridge licked his hand slowly from bottom to top, then began pulling on his cock with that wet hand, his eyes shut and his mouth quirked into a goofy smile. His moans were soft as he pleasured himself.

The whoosh of a passing car shocked Drew back into awareness. “Ridge, baby, somebody’s going to see you.”

Ridge nodded unconcernedly. “Mmm-hmmm. Just like when you were getting yours a minute ago.”

“Yeah, but that was...” That was what?
Christ.
He could hardly complain when he’d just gotten sucked off like nobody’s business in full view of God and country.

Cursing under his breath, he stared helplessly, eyes locked on Ridge’s utterly sexual display. He didn’t know whether to say something else or just watch and enjoy. Ridge kept surprising him; just when he thought he had a handle on the country boy, another fascinating, undeniably sexy facet was exposed.

“You like?”

The husky voice, accompanied by a sly smile and a moan, sent shivers down his spine. Drew wrenched his gaze back up to Ridge’s face, noting the flushed cheeks, the panting breaths, the wet lips. He felt a twitch in his own dick as his lover approach orgasm.

Reluctantly, Drew did have to admit that there wasn’t anything much sexier than his guy jacking off in broad daylight in the front seat of the truck. His eyes were glued to that hand as Ridge fisted the pretty cock more quickly, back hunching and cries turning to grunts as an orgasm consumed the sleek body.

Just then a passing trucker blared his air horn a few times.

Drew flipped the driver off as he jerked the Ford back into gear and stepped on the gas, heading for home again. “Jesus Christ, you are one hot little package.” Unbelievable. “Anything else you want to do before we get behind closed doors?” Drew was feeling very cranky just then.

A wet hand was brought to his lips. “Want a taste?”

Chapter 11

Hot as a two-dollar whore on the 4
th
of July.

Ridge Huntington

By the time they did get back to Ridge’s apartment, Drew’s cock was super-charged again by Ridge’s teasing. He’d been driven half-mad by Ridge rubbing that come-soaked finger on his pursed lips, softening them enough to be able to push inside. Drew, who’d always been on the receiving end of a blowjob, found himself taking Ridge’s fingers inside one at a time and sucking them clean, all the while trying to keep one eye on the road. It was a miracle they got back to the inn in one piece.

He pulled to a sharp stop right in front of the stairs to Ridge’s apartment, just missing the dogs, who’d jumped down from the inn’s back porch at the sound of the truck. He ran around the hood and ripped open Ridge’s door, jerking his aggravating, provocative lover from the cab.

A couple of the buttons on Ridge’s jeans were still undone, but at least the man had tucked that amazing cock back inside. Drew spun his head for a quick look to see if anybody was around, and saw with relief the back of the inn appeared deserted. He hauled the crazy carpenter up the stairs, stopping the dogs from running inside as he muscled Ridge through the doorway.

“Baby, you are in for it now.” Drew aimed a hard look at Ridge. “You’ve been playing with me all day. Now it’s my turn.” He marched Ridge into the bedroom. Stopping at the side of the bed, he stepped back. “Take off those clothes right now.”

When Ridge didn’t move and continued to eye him, Drew stepped forward menacingly. “Don’t test me. I’ll spank that sweet ass of yours.”

“Mmmm.”

Was that a purr? Drew watched as Ridge shoved his hair back nonchalantly and cocked one hip, a challenging look on his face as he waited for a response.

“Oh, man, are you ever going to get it.” Drew reached forward and jerked Ridge’s T-shirt at the neckline, ripping it off his body.

Ridge gasped in excitement, shivering at the violence of that gesture. His nipples were hard and the solitary ring quivered the slightest bit with his arousal.

Drew tugged that ring, pulling it roughly, eliciting a whimper from Ridge. He was completely focused on the sexy blond’s responses. Drew wanted -- had to -- make Ridge obey. He shoved the tight jeans down those slim hips, nudging Ridge backward to the bed, where Ridge fell with a grunt. Drew yanked off the deck shoes with the jeans, throwing them all across the room. The sight of Ridge’s cock, stiff and dripping with pre-come, stopped Drew in his tracks. He stared for a few seconds, mesmerized.

“Like what you see?”

Ridge’s tone prodded him to action. He slid one hand down the shaft, tugging firmly, pressing his thumb against the slit. There. That got him a response. Ridge’s head went back with a jerk, throat working, a low moan sounding.

“Oh, yeah.” Damn, it was sweet to have this man respond so quickly. Urged on to new action, he ripped off his own clothes, tossing them behind him. “On your hands and knees. Now.” The command was stark -- he knew it; he just couldn’t help it. In fact, he gave an assist by pulling Ridge around and thrusting him toward the head of the bed.

Ridge fell forward onto his hands. He shouted as Drew branded his ass with a smack, and he dropped onto his elbows, crying out in ecstasy. “Ohmygod!” Another smack followed on the other cheek, and he buried his head in the pillow, his voice muffled as he moaned.

Drew was breathing raggedly, his chest heaving up and down at the sight of Ridge’s ass presented to him in all its glory. He fixated on the wet, pink opening in front of him. “God, your hole is winking at me.” Gusting another breath, Drew bumped his cock forward, just below Ridge’s hole, making Ridge squirm, blond head cranking around. The wide brown eyes stared back at Drew, lips working but nothing coming out.

Putting a bit of his weight on Ridge’s back, Drew leaned over as he opened the drawer of the nightstand and scrabbled for the Astroglide. He quickly lubed up his fingers, tossing the bottle on the bed, his hand gliding over Ridge’s cock as it hung down. Gripping again, his hand slid wetly over the silky skin. Moving back, his fingers wrapped Ridge’s wrinkled sac, rolling, squeezing. He was rewarded with a grunt, and he moved to the pulsing opening, pushed one slick finger in. What was left of his upper brain was shouting at him to slow down, and he made an effort to be gentle as he twisted his finger around to lube the opening. Managing to nudge Ridge’s prostate on his way around, Drew’s chest lifted in a satisfied sigh.

In response, Ridge whined and spread his knees even wider, then arched his back in plea. “Good God, Drew.” He heaved a breath, struggling. “You... guh. Uhn, yes.”

“You like that, huh?” Drew pressed another finger inside, working that tight hole for long minutes, spreading and relaxing the muscle, pressing deeper every so often, searching again for Ridge’s gland. His sweet lover was reduced to sighs and grunts as Drew continued.

“Here comes another finger, Ridge. You ready?” Without waiting for an answer, he added lube to his hand and pushed a third finger in, hearing Ridge cry out breathlessly at the invasion.

“Unh! Burns...”

The sight of Ridge stretching around his fingers was making Drew’s dick stiffen even more. “Oh, man.” It was all he could do to keep from shoving it forward to claim the prize. Shaking his head to clear it, Drew refocused on the movement of his hand. “Easy, there. Let’s just -- okay, let’s get you a little more relaxed.” Picking up the lube again, he added some more, drizzling it one-handed over his fingers as they moved in and out.

He tossed the bottle aside to hold one lean hip, fingers digging in to keep Ridge in place. It wasn’t easy, as his wriggly lover’s hips were rolling. “Hold still.”

Ridge groaned in response. “I can’t!”

Chuckling despite the urgency he felt, Drew leaned forward again, draping himself over Ridge. His fingers continued their work, but his other hand slid up along the lean torso, moving over one muscled arm that held his lover’s weight. He planted his hand next to the pillow, lowering his head so his lips were at Ridge’s left ear. “You want some of this, you’ve got to hold still, man.” With that whisper, he licked his way around that ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping.

That had Ridge squirming some more, and, with a genuine laugh this time, Drew slid back and smacked his lover again. “Ohh, baby -- that’s what you get for playing with me before.” Withdrawing his busy fingers, he wiped his hand on his thigh and grabbed a condom from the open drawer of the nightstand. Ripping the plastic, he suited up, two quick swipes of his hand adding slick.

Ridge was still moving, rubbing his cock into the bedcover, his knees spread wide, his hips flat. “Gonna.” Panting, he shoved past the pillows, one hand grabbing the top edge of the mattress and the other reaching for his dick.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Grunting, Drew knocked Ridge’s hand away. “Get both hands up there. You’re going to wait until I shove this dick up your ass and fuck you like you deserve.” Adrenaline pumping through him again, he used his heavier bodyweight to hold Ridge in place, Bent over, one hand slapping down on the mattress, he used the other to guide his cock into position. Moving up against Ridge, he set the head of his cock against that sweet hole and shoved forward aggressively.

As the head popped in, Ridge moaned loudly and pushed backward, bowing his spine. Both men grunted as Drew thrust in to the hilt, their balls bumping against each other.

Drew reached up and set his right hand on the headboard, grabbing hold as he thrust aggressively into Ridge. His left hand moved to circle Ridge’s cock, pulling in counterpoint to his strokes.

They both moved forcefully, the headboard thudding against the wall with their momentum.

“God! Right there!” Ridge’s yell became a sob as Drew adjusted his angle and began hitting the same spot. “Jesus.” Ridge’s ass tightened around him and the sleek back stretched out even more. Drew grunted each time he shoved inward, his movements speeding up as Ridge called out warningly. The tight ass clamped down in orgasm, and Drew shuddered as he tried to keep thrusting. “Ri -- Ridge.” He grunted roughly, slamming his weight forward and feeling his balls again smack against his lover’s.

That was apparently too much for Ridge, and his elbows gave out as he collapsed onto the pillow with a wail. Losing his rhythm, Drew hurried to catch Ridge’s waist, managing to keep the muscled butt up in the air. He pushed deeper, digging with short stabs of his dick. Belly clenching and nuts tingling, Drew’s hips faltered as his orgasm overcame him, and he arched, groaning low as his balls emptied, filling the condom.

Beneath him, Ridge sobbed into the pillow, knees sliding all the way out and butt dropping down. Drew followed, weight covering his lover, legs sprawled between Ridge’s. They panted raggedly, sweaty skin sliding together.

“God.” Heaving a deep sigh of repletion, cock softening as his body began to calm, Drew rested his cheek against a muscled shoulder, appreciating the way he could cover Ridge and touch every inch of the sexy body. He rubbed his hand down Ridge’s arm, relishing the muscular feel. “Unh... God... you are something else.” His breath sighed out of him again as he said it, and he licked the skin of Ridge’s upper back, tasting salt and man.

Ridge mumbled into the corner of the pillow, nuzzling his head deeper into the soft down.

“What was that?” Drew widened his eyes to keep them open as he tried to understand what his lover was saying.

Spitting out a feather, Ridge raised his cheek an inch from the pillow. “You’re... heavy. I can’t... breathe.”

Grunting, Drew shifted to the side, flopping over onto his back. He reached for the sheet, trying to tug it up over them. He gave up after a few pulls, unable to drag it out from underneath their bodies.

Ridge pushed closer and Drew turned onto his side, one arm sliding over Ridge’s back.

***

Ridge was once again wakened by Henry, though this time the dog was barking outside. Groggy, he lifted his head, realizing he’d fallen asleep in the middle of the day. He turned at the sound of a groan, a faint smile crossing his face as he watched Drew roll over and bring a hand up to rub one eye tiredly.

“Jesus, what time is it?” Drew’s voice was cranky. He groaned again as he dropped his hand, his head rolling on the pillow. He scowled at the afternoon sunlight coming in through the bedroom windows.

Eyeballing the digital clock on the nightstand, Ridge grunted. “It’s just past three o’clock. I guess we’ve been out for maybe a half hour.” He rolled to a sitting position, dragging his legs over the side of the bed, body protesting. He was definitely not used to such vigorous activity, especially the muscles that were crying right now. He was used to working hard as a carpenter, but this... this was entirely different.

He grinned slightly to himself as he pushed off the bed. It had so absolutely been worth it.

Drew was watching him as he moved around the end of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to let the dogs in, and then I’m going to fill that big old tub with hot, hot water and soak.” Ridge sent a come-hither look over his shoulder as he walked to the bedroom doorway. “You want to join me?”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he went to let the shepherds in. The two dogs trotted over to Henry’s bowls before moving back to him, looking for treats. He grabbed a couple of Greenies and tossed them on Henry’s big dog bed. “That should keep you two busy for a little while.”

Back in the old-fashioned bathroom with its large, claw-foot tub and old pedestal sink, Ridge leaned over to turn on the taps, watching as the hot water gushed into the deep tub. After relieving himself, he wandered over to the linen closet and grabbed a box of Epsom salts; that should help his sore hip and leg muscles.

Just as he was about to dump the salts into the water, Drew’s hand came around him and grabbed the box.

“What have you got there? Let me see what you’re putting in the water.”

“Huh?”

Drew smirked slyly. “I worked your ass pretty hard, brat. It might be tender.”

Ridge blushed at that, feeling embarrassed as Drew stared.

After confirming the box contained Epsom salts, Drew dumped an amount in the water. “Now, that surprises me, sweetheart. It really does.” He huffed out a laugh as he set the box of salts onto the counter. “You were wild as the wind on the way over here and crazy when we got here. And now you’re blushing?” Drew laughed some more as he reached over and turned off the water Ridge had forgotten.

Ridge shrugged his shoulders and dropped his head in confusion, rubbing his toe on the tile floor. Truth to tell, he still didn’t know what had come over him earlier. Maybe because he’d spent almost thirty years leading a fairly boring life?

Voice gentle, Drew held out an arm. “Come on, killer. Let’s get in here before it gets cool.”

Ridge let his hand be taken, and he was tugged forward gently. Drew helped him over the tall rim of the tub, then stepped in behind.

Sinking down gingerly, whistling low as the heated water hit his ass, Ridge slowly lowered himself to a sitting position. When he was finally settled on the tub bottom, Drew’s strong arms went around him and gently eased him back. The old tub was long enough that they could stretch their legs out, and they both sighed as their bodies relaxed in the hot water.

“I could get used to this.” Drew’s low voice rumbled in his ear.

Over his embarrassment at last and finally at ease (he had to confess Drew had been right, his hole had stung a little when the hot water hit it), Ridge smiled to himself.

Me, too.