Free Just Ask by Mia Downing

launched into the sky, landing on the moon. His cum spurted into Ryan’s hand, up his belly, the pleasure more than intense.
    Behind him, inside, Ryan stilled, trembling, his breath held. Then he lurched forward, thrusting harder, faster, the tip of the condom filling with an explosion of heat.
    “Jordan,” Ryan moaned, hand biting into Jordan’s hip. He pumped a few more times and then curled around Jordan’s back, holding him close. They fell to the side, Ryan still lodged deep, cock twitching, his arm slung over Jordan’s waist.
    “That was fucking incredible,” Jordan said, awash with euphoria, kissing Ryan’s hand. Incredible didn’t describe how he felt. “I’m definitely relaxed.”
    “Told you I’m a good teacher.”
    “Cocky.”
    “Yep.” Ryan grinned against his back. “You staying?”
    The night? Jordan had never slept with anyone before, not a woman. Definitely not a man. Well, with Blake in a camper, but that didn’t count. He’d been ten. But the idea of sleeping with Ryan, waking up to his cocky smile in the morning light…yeah. “You going to wake me up in some kinky fashion that will relax me further?”
    “I plan on fucking you all weekend. You’re mine, Hill. But I won’t make you stay.”
    The deep, possessive quality of Ryan’s voice was the signature on the deal for Jordan. The fact that Ryan wanted him yet offered freedom if this was too much made him that much more sure. “Then I’m staying.”

Chapter Five
    The next morning, Jordan woke slowly, the air conditioner too much on his skin. The breeze was chilly and slightly salty in scent, like the ocean. Why had he turned it up so high? But the other side of his bed was warm. He slid over to that heat until his body came in contact with hot flesh that seemed to fit into the curve of his torso too perfectly. He inched closer, satisfied, his hand wrapping around a waist, his fingertips brushing the tip of a soft cock.
    Cock.
    Jordan jumped back, fully awake, rubbing his eyes, struggling to remember the evening. The cold was from the ocean breeze that had kicked up, blowing in through the open patio door, the gauzy drapes blowing outward. The room was dimly gray, the bed a wide expanse, the man next to him tanned and curled up on the edge of the far side. Ryan.
    Oh, God. Yes. Ryan.
    A jumble of feelings rushed in, much like the waves crashing outside. He’d slept all night with a man. He’d been blown and fucked by a man. It was so shocking, sinful. Wrong.
    No, it was right. So right. All of it.
    The admission let his breath sag from him, relief poring through his veins and over tense muscles. Maybe it was all right because it wasn’t just any man. Ryan was special, something Blake knew when he’d taken him on as a partner.
    Jordan rose, naked, and padded over to the patio door. He gently shut it, blocking out the wind. The sea was turbulent as a storm rolled in, the clouds dark and ominous. He turned and studied Ryan’s sleeping form, wondering what had he meant to Blake? Had they been lovers? He wracked his mind, trying to remember.
    As a teen, Blake had been fairly tight-lipped about his preferences, but Jordan had caught him jacking off with an all male porn magazine. Jordan hadn’t cared. It just meant less competition with the ladies. Blake had been too pretty for his own good, all dark haired and dark eyed, with a flashing smile and quick wit. Women had fallen at his feet.
    But they’d grown apart during the college years, Blake going south to Texas, Jordan going north on his scholarship. Then Jordan had hit it big with a business gamble, buying with his savings and borrowed money a company he planned to break apart and sell. The turnover had netted him his first million. That was all it had taken to be hooked. Hooked and rich, but after a relaxing evening of the best sex ever, he wondered if the price he’d paid over the years—the loneliness, the stress—was worth it.
    “Awful serious for this hour,” Ryan