Celebrity 1 - Wrong Number, Right Guy by Mia Watts Page B

a soft moan escaping him. Dar kept holding, kept touching, unable to deny his hands the pleasure of feeling Ryan in his arms. Around his back, up his spine, dragging his nails and soothing with his finger pads.
Then Dar tested Ryan’s shoulder with his lips. He trailed that sinew, nipped the soft skin where neck joined shoulder. Ryan buried his face in Dar’s hair, stroked his back. Dar had never known a time when holding and being held had been so fulfilling. But here in Ryan’s arms, Dar felt whole.
Ryan’s hands swooped down to cup Dar’s ass, completely changed his mind about holding Ryan forever. “Naked. Now,” he said roughly.
Ryan kissed him, hard. His lips crashed against Dar’s, claiming, thrusting, demanding, and his hands rushed to Dar’s waist and loosened his pants. Dar reached through and around Ryan’s arms, bumping him in his own haste to get Ryan and his pants separated.
Cool air touched Dar’s abdomen seconds before he caught the elastic waistband and pushed down Ryan’s boxers. They hadn’t even stepped from their clothes, when Ryan clutched Dar’s ass, slamming their hips together in cock melting contact of rigid flesh pressing rigid flesh.
Dar answered Ryan’s kiss with the same devouring intensity, made only more demanding as his senses overloaded with lust.
Ryan backed up with him, taking Dar to the bed. His hips landed half off the mattress and, not willing to break their kiss for more than an instant, Dar scrambled for a better way to lie down. It didn’t help that his legs were trapped in jeans.
He’d laugh at the awkwardness of this later. Right now, clothing was an afterthought a thousand times less important than this—Ryan kissing him, naked on top of him, hard and just as wanting as Dar.
Ryan’s lips left his. Dar complained wordlessly, until wet, hot suction devoured his neck in flames of desire. Dar arched his neck, sank his fingers into his lover’s hair, holding him to that needy spot that couldn’t get enough. It would leave a mark, but so help him, he didn’t care.
Hands stroked over his chest, squeezed his shoulders, thumbed his nipples. Sharp twisting pleasure consumed Dar’s brain as both nipples were pinched and twisted with just the right amount of pressure to send Dar’s senses through the roof.
All he could reach of Ryan was his head and his shoulders, but the other man had full range of Dar and he took it.
“Ryan.” He couldn’t think of another thing to say. His thoughts skidded and slammed into each other with requests for one kind of touch only to find that Ryan did something else Dar didn’t want to stop him from doing.
“I’ve got you, Dar,” he soothed.
Ryan kissed down Dar’s body, stopping to tongue his nipples, blow on them, then lightly scrape his fingernails down his belly into the nest of hair at the base of Dar’s cock.
Ryan squirmed awkwardly, but Dar was far too intent on Ryan’s hands and mouth to pay any attention. Something fell to the floor, and Ryan continued his downward pursuit. Dar’s cock begged for attention and finally, finally, Ryan gave it.
Dar propped himself up to watch, his breath harsh in his own ears as Ryan looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Nice. Very nice.”
Enthusiastically, Ryan swallowed as much of Dar’s cock as he could. Dar’s balls drew up almost painfully. There was no doubt Ryan hadn’t sucked cock very much, but what he lacked in technique, he made up for with wholehearted willingness. The last thing Dar wanted was to shoot his load this early though.
“Ryan, slow down.”
Ryan swallowed and sucked, squeezing Dar’s cock with delicious pressure. Dar’s eyes rolled back and his body curved up, lifting his hips to Ryan’s mouth. If he didn’t stop him soon, it would end too fast. But goddamn it felt good.
“Ryan.”
Dar’s pants and underwear were pulled from his ankles. He helped by kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks. Then Ryan spread Dar’s thighs and settled between