Chapter 9

Ryker smiled as Alejandro’s knowing hands slid down his back to cup his buttocks. He sighed when Alejandro pulled him closer and the hard ridge of them man’s erection rubbed against him. Drawing back, he looked deeply into Alejandro’s intensely dark eyes.

“Will you top?”

“Is that what you want?” Alejandro asked, his devilish smile back.

“Yes, it is. I can switch, but I prefer to bottom.”

“Good. Then you’ll fit me just perfectly.”

The words sent a flush of pride and lust to flow over Ryker. The moment they reached the backpacks, Alejandro urged Ryker to lie down, threaded his fingers through Ryker’s now wet and disheveled, sandy hair, and went down on him, ensuring Ryker was fully hard once more.

“Ah, God, stop, you have to stop.” Ryker panted out.

With a smirk on his lips, Alejandro looked up.

“Just wanted to relax you. Let me get you ready.”