The Guarded Heart (3 page)

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like the type…” Clint frowned as Ryder pushed away from the wall and laughed.

“You’re hung, I’m hung, it’s going to be like clash of the fucking titans,” he said and Clint’s eyes flared as Ryder stepped from between the buildings and waved down a cab then opened the door. “I love quiet dinners and snuggling on the couch when it’s raining. But I also love fucking and there’s a time and a place for everything,” Ryder explained before he dropped onto the seat and scooted over.

Chapter 7

“This is your house?” Ryder asked as the cab stopped in the driveway and Clint elbowed him when Ryder reached for his wallet. Ryder shrugged then pushed the door open as Clint paid the driver. The drive was blessedly short and the tension between them was still intense. Ryder set it aside as he scanned the front of a perfectly maintained two story Victorian.

“Yeah. Why?” Clint asked as he stood next to Ryder. He pulled out his phone and entered his passcode and there was a soft click at the door and the house lit up. Ryder shook his head and followed Clint.

“It’s just really big and traditional,” he mumbled for lack of anything better to say as Clint pushed the door open and waited for Ryder to pass.

“And?” He asked and Ryder shook his head as he scanned. He had no idea what it was called but it was very
nice.
The furniture and upholstery was very traditional but modern.

“You live here by yourself?” Ryder asked as he surveyed wide expanses of gleaming stone countertops.

“Not really,” Clint said as he set his phone on the counter and Ryder swung toward him. Clint whistled and Ryder turned and waited. Two pointy ears and a pair of black eyes peeked over the back of the couch and Ryder gasped.

“Who is that?” He demanded as he rushed into the living room and went around the couch. Ryder’s jaw dropped and he was done. The dapperest little dog Ryder had ever seen stared up at him as his nub of a tail twitched back and forth. “Oh, my God! I love… him?” It had to be a him.

“That’s Barkley,” Clint said as he went to the fridge and Ryder stopped paying attention.

“Well, yes, you are!” He said as he dropped onto the couch and patted his lap. Barkley raised one of his brows but didn’t move. Ryder grinned as he scratched behind the silver schnauzer’s ears and Barkley shut his eyes in approval. “You’re awesome!” Ryder whispered loudly and Barkley yawned then stretched and promptly jumped off the couch and scurried into the kitchen. Ryder turned and stared over the back of the couch as Clint tossed Barkley a strawberry. He caught it and chewed happily as his tail wiggled swiftly. Clint held up a bottle of water and Ryder shook his head.

“It’s just me and Barkley,” Clint said as he came around the counter and Ryder decided Clint was way sexier than he was five minutes earlier. Not that he wasn’t really hot before.

“And the extra bedrooms are his,” Ryder joked as Clint sat next to him.

“I like having a few guest bedrooms for family and friends,” he said as he reached for Ryder.

“Good. I’m moving in. Barkley and I are soul mates,” he murmured as he let Clint pull his lips to his.

“I think we could work something out,” Clint whispered as his lips slid back and forth across Ryder’s. It was miraculous. Everywhere they touched a tingling warmth flared and Ryder’s heartbeat became heavy and slow. He felt like he was high and he was unbelievably turned on. He was so aware of his skin and something inside of him was straining to get closer to something inside of Clint. And he really wanted to run his tongue over every inch of him. He smelled like the beach. There was coconut, lime and maybe rum and Ryder wanted to crawl inside of his clothes and rub his face all over Clint’s body.

“Oh, fuck!” Ryder groaned as he threw his leg over Clint’s thighs. “Take your shirt off,” he begged and Clint nodded and pulled his shirt free as Ryder attacked the buttons. Clint’s arms stretched around Ryder as he sucked on Clint’s lower lip and he felt Clint’s hands working behind him. A moment later there was a soft clink as Clint dropped a pair of cuff links on the table.
Who wears cuff links? On purpose?
He wondered then dismissed the thought as Clint pulled his shirt over his head. Jesus, he smelled amazing. Ryder gasped as he pushed Clint on his back and dove for the corner of his neck.

“Here?” Clint asked as his hands pushed at Ryder’s shirt and he nodded as he pulled an arm free then shook and flung his shirt over the back of the couch.

“For now,” he murmured against Clint’s chest. He licked and Clint hissed. “You taste so good,” Ryder purred then let his tongue drag all over Clint’s skin in slow swirls as he worked his way down Clint’s body. He quickly unbuckled Clint’s belt and had the fly open a moment later. He tugged and Clint lifted his hips and Ryder snorted and had to smother a giggle. “You’re a fancy gay,” he teased as he traced the waistband of the sheer black jock strap and Clint raised his head and frowned at Ryder.

“It’s comfortable,” he protested and Ryder shrugged.

“It’s going,” he stated as he pushed Clint’s jeans down his legs. Clint skillfully toed off his shoes and jeans and Ryder bit his lip as he traced Clint’s hard-on through the thin fabric. “This is gonna hurt,” Ryder sang and Clint’s brows pulled together.

“You don’t have to,” he said as he rose on his elbows. “You can fuck me,” Clint whispered as he stretched toward Ryder’s lips.

“Really?” Ryder asked as he lowered his head and nipped at Clint’s lower lip. “You’re all masc for masc so I assumed you were strictly a top,” he said and Clint shook his head.

“That’s usually how it works out but I’m vers,” he mumbled and Ryder grinned.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he said as he moved down Clint’s body.

“I wouldn’t make you do that if you didn’t want to,” he said and Ryder chuckled as he gently bit Clint’s erection then sucked on the head through the fabric and Clint jumped.

“Oh, no. I’m about to ride this dick,” he announced and Clint’s cock twitched and a dark spot spread around the head and Ryder hummed in approval as he curled his fingers beneath the elastic waistband. “I wasn’t complaining,” Ryder said softly as it slid lower and Clint groaned. Ryder nodded in agreement as inch after inch of Clint’s throbbing length was revealed. “I like when it hurts.” He winked up at Clint as his tongue stretched past his lips and he moaned softly as he collected a drop of pre-cum. It was crisp and sweet and the tip of Ryder’s tongue teased the slit as he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked greedily.

“Holy shit!” Clint hissed as his head fell back. “What do you teach?” He asked as he fisted his hands in his hair and Ryder laughed as he slid his tongue down Clint’s length.

“Second grade,” he murmured as he rubbed his lips all over Clint’s sack. “But in my spare time I teach singing lessons.”

Clint’s jock slid down his legs and a moment later his eyes followed it as it sailed over Ryder’s shoulder and floated through the air. He opened his mouth to complain about the fact that he was completely naked while Ryder was still wearing his pants and shoes when Ryder’s lips closed around his cock and sucking pressure pulled at his erection. Clint melted onto the couch as golden warmth bloomed in his groin and he was vaguely aware of Ryder rising on his knees and shifting between his legs. Ryder took Clint deep in his throat as his hand slid and twisted around his shaft and Clint gasped for air as his head rolled on the cushion. Mother of God, he was good. Really, really good, Clint realized as he raised his head and focused on Ryder’s naked body as his head bounced up and down on Clint’s cock.

He was beautiful. His body was lean and toned but not as skinny as Ryder’s loose fitting, relaxed clothes led Clint to imagine. Ryder’s chest and limbs were lightly dusted with hair and his skin was a warm brown. His forearms, chest and ribs were tattooed and Clint vowed he’d get a closer look when he could keep his eyes from crossing.

Clint’s jaw fell as Ryder’s lips tightened around his shaft and slid up his length as Ryder sucked hard. He released Clint’s cock with a loud pop and Clint’s head spun as he looked down his body as Ryder rose on his knees. There was a twinge in Clint’s jaw and his mouth watered as he stared at Ryder’s erection. Fuck, it was perfect. It was long and thick and swayed heavily between Ryder’s thighs as he reached for the ottoman. Clint’s eyes swung drunkenly toward Ryder’s hand then flared as he lifted a condom wrapper to his lips and tore it open with his teeth. Clint licked his lips and tried to remember how they worked as Ryder stretched the condom over the head of Clint’s cock.

“We should move to the bed,” he said hoarsely and Ryder shook his head. He grabbed Clint’s hands and pulled as he stood.

“Sit up,” he commanded and Clint nodded faintly as he pushed off the seat and rose. He let his face brush against Ryder’s erection and his hand curved around Ryder’s thigh as his lips parted. He inhaled and the soft scent of fabric softener and warm, clean, aroused flesh filled Clint’s senses. His hands cradled Ryder’s shaft as his tongue washed over the head and Ryder hissed as his fingers sifted through Clint’s hair. A burst of pre-cum coated Clint’s tongue and he groaned in delight at the tart, bright taste of Ryder’s essence. He sucked hungrily as he took more of Ryder’s length and the hairs on the back of his neck stood as Ryder chanted his name. His voice was enthralling and almost soothing as his fingers caressed and encouraged. Somehow, Clint felt grateful to be giving Ryder head. He should have been taking notes. “That’s amazing,” Ryder whispered as his hands closed around Clint’s jaw. He moaned gently as he pulled his hips back and slipped from between Clint’s lips. “But I need you to fuck me,” he said as he pushed Clint back against the couch. Clint’s sack pulled tight and his cock throbbed angrily as Ryder’s lips pressed against his and their tongues tangled urgently. He pulled his head back and gasped as his hands glided down Ryder’s chest.

“There’s lube in my bedroom,” he rasped and Ryder shook his head as he dropped to his knees.

“I’ll be fine,” he insisted as he lowered his head and Clint’s head fell back as heat engulfed his length. Ryder kept his lips loose as he swallowed as much of Clint’s shaft as he could manage. He slowly lifted his head and when Clint looked down his cock glistened with saliva as Ryder rose to his feet. Clint’s hands reached for Ryder’s face as he set his knees outside of Clint’s hips and lowered. Ryder’s tongue was slightly bitter from the condom but it only made Clint’s dick harder as Ryder gripped it and guided the head toward his ass. He felt the head press against Ryder’s hole and tried to fill his lungs as it pushed into tight heat. Ryder’s head snapped back as he gasped and Clint was stunned. The man in his arms couldn’t be the awkward, boring, clumsy tool that attacked him in that filthy bathroom. The man in his arms was unbelievably sensual and pure magic. “Give me a minute,” Ryder breathed. “It’s been a while,” he said then exhaled loudly.

Clint leaned forward and kissed Ryder’s throat as his fingers slowly slid down his back then began to knead muscles soothingly. Ryder sighed happily as his head swung forward and fell into the corner of Clint’s neck. He pulled in a deep breath then let it out slowly and his body softened around Clint’s as he slid lower, taking more of Clint’s length into his clenching heat.

“God, you’re so tight,” Clint ground out as need slammed into his groin and his sack tightened. A silky hum/laugh slipped from Ryder’s lips as his ass settled against Clint’s hips and he ground against Clint.

“You’re really thick,” he murmured as he positioned his knees then began to rise and Clint went ahead and moaned loudly and Ryder nodded in agreement before he dropped and his ass slammed against Clint’s thighs. “Oh, fuck! That’s good!” Ryder groaned as he repeated the movement and Clint’s hands wrapped around Ryder’s ass. It was so round and firm and Clint needed to see it. Ryder’s arms slid around Clint’s neck as his pace picked up until he was riding Clint frantically, rising and falling swiftly as their lips and tongues lashed and sucked wildly. Ryder pulled his lips back and grinned wickedly at Clint. “Hold on,” he said as he braced his hands on the back of the couch and stood.

Clint nodded faintly as he watched Ryder turn and Clint’s head fell to the side as his eyes drank in Ryder’s perfect ass. Ryder set one knee on the couch then swung the other over Clint’s hips and carefully lowered as Clint aimed the head of his cock at Ryder’s hole. Clint’s lips pulled into an O and he exhaled loudly as his dick was buried between the soft globes of Ryder’s ass as he sat. Clint’s hands curved around each cheek and it was heaven as Ryder started to bounce on his knees, taking Clint deep into his heat every time he fell. He watched in awe as Ryder rode faster and faster and was mesmerized by the flexing and bunching of the muscles in Ryder’s thighs and ass until Ryder groaned in frustration.

“I need it harder,” he whimpered and Clint’s eyes went wide as Ryder easily unfolded his legs and sat on his lap, taking all of Clint’s length into his tight passage. Ryder swung forward and planted his hands on the ottoman and pushed off as he slid back, slamming into Clint’s groin.
Praise Jesus, he’s a power bottom,
Clint thought as his hands tightened around Ryder’s hips. He pulled Ryder down hard as he bucked off the couch and Ryder screamed. “Yes! Just like that!” He begged and Clint thought about proposing. He couldn’t remember anyone riding his dick that hard and asking for more. Definitely husband material. Too bad Clint wasn’t looking. Clint rolled his hips and pulled Ryder into his thrusts and he felt Ryder tightening around him as his breaths came in desperate gasps.

“Do not come on my furniture,” Clint warned and Ryder laughed breathlessly.

“We better change position, then,” he murmured. “Fast.” Ryder fell forward and slid off Clint’s erection. Clint spun Ryder and hooked his arms around Ryder’s thighs, dropping him onto his back on the ottoman. Clint filled Ryder’s ass in a swift, smooth stroke as he pulled Ryder against his groin and Ryder’s back arched as he moaned deliriously. “Fuck me hard!” He screamed as his heels dug into Clint’s back. “I’m so fucking close,” Ryder cried and Clint drove into Ryder as hard as he could. Ryder’s eyes rolled and his hand wrapped around his cock and jerked violently as he babbled and writhed beneath Clint. Ryder’s mouth stretched and his chest locked before his body jumped and Clint gasped as the muscles around his cock tightened ruthlessly as Ryder began convulsing. A thick stream of come shot from Ryder and splashed in thick ropes on his chest as he twisted, shook and clawed at Clint’s back.

“Shit,” Clint whispered weakly as Ryder’s passage milked his shaft and he was pulled into Ryder’s orgasm. Pressure exploded in Clint’s sack and surged into the base of his cock as his nerves flared. His head snapped back as he shattered and he yelled as come pumped from the end of his erection and flooded the condom. “Shit.” Clint shook his head then shuddered as another current of electric pleasure rolled through his body. He fell forward and his chest heaved as he rested his forehead on Ryder’s and pecked at his lips. “Can we move to the bed now?” He panted and he felt Ryder’s lips curve and he nodded.