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“When I jacked off to images this afternoon of your hard ass riding that horse of yours.”
    “Jesus.” Ryan’s large hand stole between them and gripped Jordan’s cock at the base. Jordan hissed out a breath and fought wanting to jump away at the alien sensation of another man’s hand there, on his dick. But within two pumps, Jordan relaxed into Ryan’s skilled grip, stroking him in a way no woman had ever been able to replicate. No one knew a man’s body like a man.
    Jordan groaned when Ryan slid his other hand down to fondle his balls. Just the right amount of squeeze and pull. Jordan admitted, “I’ve never jacked off to images of a man before. Best orgasm of my life.”
    “Imagine how great that orgasm will be when I suck you dry.” Ryan kissed Jordan again, his mouth and tongue more demanding than before. Claiming. “You want me to suck you dry, don’t you, Jordan.” It wasn’t a question.
    “Yes,” Jordan whispered, and the thought of those firm lips encircling his dick made his balls tighter than ever.
    “Just ask, and I will.”
    Ask. Jordan had never asked for anything before in his adult life. “Suck me dry.”
    Ryan laughed and kissed Jordan’s neck, nibbling at the flesh just under his ear in a way that made his skin tingle. “That’s a demand. Big difference.”
    Jordan swallowed, trembling with excitement both at the idea of a blowjob from a hot guy and being told what to do. “Ryan, would you suck me dry?”
    Ryan pulled away and arched a brow. “Magic word?”
    “This isn’t a fucking preschool.”
    “But it doesn’t hurt to be polite.” Ryan kissed a path down Jordan’s chest, each touch of his lips a jolt of electricity on Jordan’s damp skin. “I like my men polite.”
    Jordan felt a desperate tug of lust at the idea of being one of Ryan’s polite men. He tentatively reached beneath the waves and wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s shaft, thick and long, skin-covered steel nudging his palm. “Ryan, please suck me dry.”
    “Very polite, Jordan.” Ryan groaned as Jordan’s thumb swept over the head of his cock. His breathing was ragged. “Can you float?”
    “Yeah, it’s been awhile.”
    “Start floating.”
    Jordan tipped his head back and let his feet come up off the sandy floor, bobbing in the moonlight, unsure what Ryan was about. His cock popped above the gentle waves, and Ryan leaned forward to swallow the head.
    “Shit!” Jordan dropped beneath the surface, that sweet, gentle suction almost unmanning him. He’d never reached the near point of no return that quickly before, ever.
    Ryan laughed. “If you want me to blow you, stay up.”
    “I didn’t expect it to feel that good.” Jordan breathed deep, shaken. So turned on. “I don’t know if I can if you do that. It feels too fucking good.”
    “Think of the challenge. You floating, keeping from coming in my mouth too quickly, me giving you head…”
    “That’s a trifecta challenge all on its own.” Jordan shook a bit as he stretched out in the water again. He liked getting blowjobs, but Ryan’s mouth was sinful. Ryan swallowed in the tip again, running his tongue around the head, sweeping over his slit leaking pre-cum. A hand slipped to the small of Jordan’s back, pressing upward, helping him to stay afloat as Ryan drew his shaft in deep.
    “Oh, shit,” Jordan hissed, paddling his arms so he didn’t have to leave the heaven that was Ryan’s mouth. Awesome. Fucking awesome.
    Ryan’s laugh rumbled around the root. He pulled upward, the suction strong, his mouth wrapping around just the head, tongue twirling around the corona. In, out, shallow, deep, his mouth tight on the out stroke. Heaven. Jordan stiffened and almost sank, fighting the wave of orgasm from surging.
    Jordan’s cock popped free from Ryan’s mouth. In the moonlight, droplets of water sparkled in Ryan’s hair, along his wide shoulders. His hand stroked the base in firm, fucking nice pumps. “Come for me, Jordan. We have