Chapter Eighteen
D on't let him win . It should've worried Ridge how easily Kendall saw beyond the obvious. Then again, it was no weirder than him knowing Kendall had been on the other side of the door without hearing him approach. They just clicked.
"I need to touch you. Please," Kendall pleaded.
The lust flowing through his bloodstream was hotter than lava. "But you beg so prettily."
Fire sparked behind Kendall's icy blue gaze. He stuck out his tongue and slowly wet his lips in the most lascivious way. "Just wait until your cock is in my mouth and I beg you with my eyes."
Kendall knew exactly what he was doing to Ridge and the dirty images he'd spawned. Ridge crossed Kendall's wrists over his head and pinned them there with one hand, freeing the other so he could swipe his thumb over Kendall's wet lips. Just in case Ridge was obtuse, Kendall sucked the digit into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the tip. There was no doubt in either of their minds as to who was really in command. Kendall could bring Ridge to his knees with a few wicked words or a flick of his tongue.
Ridge pulled his thumb free of Kendall's mouth and released his hands. Kendall immediately returned to clawing his back and driving him mad with lust.
"You like that?" the sexy imp asked. "Imagine what we could do spread out in my bed. I could mark every inch of your hot body."
If Ridge gave it too much thought, he'd come right there on the spot. He lowered his hands to Kendall's ass and sped up his thrusts. Kendall slid one hand into Ridge's hair, gripping the strands hard enough to make him cry out. The doubts he'd shoved aside washed down the drain when Kendall made a mewling sound against his lips. Had he turned the tide in his favor?
"I don't want to come yet," Kendall moaned.
Ridge immediately stilled but kept Kendall's lithe body pinned against the tile, spreading his ass cheeks and circling his puckered rim. Kendall's eyes rolled back in his head, so Ridge applied more pressure until the tip of his finger eased through the tight ring.
"So responsive," Ridge murmured against Kendall's neck. "I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth."
"Oh god." Kendall wriggled and bucked his hips to take Ridge's finger deeper into his ass. "Wait," he said suddenly. "I don't want to come yet."
Ridge chuckled against his neck. "Stop squirming, then."
"Can't help it."
Ridge eased back and carefully lowered Kendall's legs to the floor before he turned off the faucet and grabbed the towels off the rack. He barely skimmed the terry cloth over his wet skin before reaching for Kendall again. They replayed the scene from earlier where they couldn't go very far without kissing and touching.
They fell onto Kendall's bed together, and Ridge rolled Kendall to his back, pinning him beneath his weight and kissing him until they were both breathless. Kendall panted against his lips and smiled up at him. The perfection of this man rendered Ridge motionless long enough for Kendall to gain the upper hand and roll him onto his back. Instead of straddling Ridge's thighs, Kendall repositioned his body to straddle his head. Kendall leaned over Ridge's torso, and his taut balls swung over Ridge's mouth. Kendall's precum dribbled onto Ridge's lips. The little minx's hot breath ghosted over Ridge's erection, making him moan and buck up. Knowing what was to come still didn't prepare him for the feel of Kendall's mouth sucking on his cock's flared head. The sensation short-circuited his brain and momentarily delayed him from returning the favor.
Ridge lifted his head and swiped his tongue over Kendall's drooling dick before drawing it deeper into his mouth. Doubt started to creep back in like a dense fog until Kendall's moans of pleasure dispersed it. The vibrations bounced along Ridge's cock, prompting the same verbal cues from him. Ridge tightened his mouth around Kendall's erection and drew it deeper until the fullness bordered on uncomfortable. Breathing through his nose, Ridge focused on the way Kendall's cock pulsed against his tongue. Then he raised his hands to grip the firm ass above his head. Spreading the cheeks wide, Ridge rubbed his middle finger over Kendall's puckered rim.
Kendall groaned again and took Ridge down to the base of his cock. The move was so surprising that Ridge grunted and bucked his hips up. Kendall reached down and fondled Ridge's balls with the perfect amount of pressure and pull. They continued sucking each other off and eventually synchronized their rhythm. Ridge's control was tenuous at best, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer, so he let Kendall's cock slide from his mouth and patted Kendall's ass cheek.
Ridge breathed a sigh of relief when Kendall suspended his oral ministrations, but his reprieve ended when the sexy devil looked at him. Kendall's pink lips were puffy and slick with saliva and precum. He licked them just as dirtily as he'd done in the shower, and Ridge was dying for a taste. He crooked his finger, and Kendall pivoted and began a slow crawl up Ridge's body. Kendall's sexual energy crackled through the room and set Ridge's nerve endings on fire.
He straddled Ridge's hips and leaned over him, bracing his hands on Ridge's chest. "You beckoned?"
So many words reverberated in Ridge's skull but none of them formed a coherent thought. Instead of saying what he wanted, Ridge showed Kendall by cupping his face and pulling him down for a wet, filthy kiss to combine their essence.
Ridge pulled back after several minutes. "What will make you happy?"
Kendall's gaze softened and grew damp. Then his pouty lips stretched into a devastating smile. "Condoms and lube."
Kendall reached over and opened his nightstand drawer to retrieve the supplies. He resumed his position, tore open the condom wrapper, and rolled it onto Ridge's erection. The intense expression in Kendall's eyes said the time for foreplay was over. Grabbing Ridge's hand, Kendall drizzled lube over two of Ridge's fingers before positioning them between his spread legs. With one hand on Ridge's chest and the other around his wrist, Kendall lowered himself onto the fingers.
Staring into Ridge's eyes, Kendall began riding his digits. "Fuck, this feels good." He tilted his head back, and his mouth went slack. Soft whimpers escaped Kendall's lips, and he tightened his hold on Ridge's wrist and dug his fingers into his pectoral muscles as if he feared Ridge would try to escape. Fucking fat chance of that. He'd sooner die than miss out on seeing Kendall orgasm around his dick. "It's been too long, and I'm about to make a shameless slut out of myself."
"Use me," Ridge said.
Kendall rolled his head forward and met his gaze. He released Ridge's wrist and eased off his fingers. Kendall gripped Ridge's erection and positioned it against his pucker. "You asked for it, big guy," he warned an instant before he sank all the way down onto his shaft.
"Fuck," Ridge roared as he gripped Kendall's hips to still him. The heat and clench were almost enough to make him shoot. Ridge clamped his jaws shut and gritted his teeth, willing his body not to fail him.
Kendall leaned forward, using his hands to brace himself on Ridge's chest, and stared into his eyes. "Want me to stop?"
Ridge forced his jaw to relax. "Hell no. I just needed a minute. I didn't want to—"
Kendall cut him off with a deep kiss that made Ridge's world spin on its axis. Fuck, this man could pack a wallop with such little effort. Would he even survive the night? If not, he'd go out with one hell of a bang. Kendall kissed him until Ridge relaxed and let go of his fears. Then he began to move, a slow, rolling gyration of hips that had to be illegal in most states. Kendall used his thumbs to tease Ridge's nipples, catching his gasps of ecstasy with his mouth.
Ridge's body quaked as the pleasure in his core built and tightened. As hot and horny as he was, Ridge couldn't banish the voice of doubt from his mind. It pointed out that he was just lying there and letting Kendall do all the work. Lazy . Selfish .
In a sudden move that surprised them both, Ridge rolled Kendall onto his back. He pinned Kendall's wrists over his head with one hand and gripped Kendall's cock with the other. Ridge snapped his hips forward hard, driving deep inside the tight heat, making the man beneath him cry out in ecstasy. Ridge buried his head in the crook of Kendall's neck, kissing the tender flesh while he pounded his ass and jerked him off.
Kendall dug his heels into Ridge's ass, driving him deeper and encouraging him to go faster and harder. Ridge didn't let up his pace until Kendall stiffened beneath him and shot hot cum all over his hand.
"Want to touch you," Kendall mewled between pants.
Ridge released his wrists, knowing the hellcat would sink his claws into his flesh as soon as he was free. Kendall didn't disappoint, raking his nails up and down Ridge's back and digging them into Ridge's ass. The onslaught of sensation sent Ridge right over the edge to where Kendall waited with open arms.
Knowing he weighed a fuckton, Ridge eased out of Kendall's tight clench and tried to roll off to the side, but his partner in lust wouldn't have it.
Kendall tightened his thighs around Ridge's hips and pressed a kiss to his temple. "I want you right here."
"I weigh too much." His protest was as limp-noodled as his legs.
Kendall chuckled. "I won't break."
Ridge lifted his head and stared into heavy-lidded eyes. Kendall's contentment and satisfaction shone in his brilliant gaze. Though Ridge urged his brain not to, he couldn't help but make comparisons, not between the performances of his two most recent lovers or even their responses to him but the way Ridge felt in their arms afterward. The peacefulness washing over him was new, wholly unexpected, and so very welcome.
Kendall lifted his hand and brushed wet strands of hair from Ridge's face. "What are your thoughts on postcoital cuddling?"
Ridge smiled. "I'll give it my best shot, but I might not be any good at it."
Kendall ran his hands over Ridge's biceps and halted at his shoulders. "These big, strong arms belong to a man born to cuddle. You're like a giant teddy bear."
They kissed lazily for a long time before Ridge persisted in peeling himself out of Kendall's arms. "I'm just going to clean up and get you a washcloth."
"Hurry back."
Ridge stumbled into the bathroom on limp legs. He removed and discarded the condom before washing up in the sink, then wetted another washcloth for Kendall. The delicious tempter remained sprawled in the center of Kendall's bed. His eyes sparkled like diamonds in the dimly lit room. Ridge climbed back on the bed and wiped the semen from Kendall's chest and abdomen.
"This is a first," Kendall said.
Ridge jerked his head up to meet his gaze. "What is?"
"No one has ever pampered me like this after sex." Kendall sat up and reached for him. "You're fucking adorable."
Heat crawled up Ridge's neck. "Am not."
"You are so going to cuddle the hell out of me tonight. I'll have to start calling you Ridgey Bear."
Ridge grimaced and shook his head. "Hard pass."
Kendall broke into his rendition of Elvis's "Teddy Bear," replacing the words with Ridgey Bear.
"Fuck no," Ridge said and slid off the bed.
Kendall immediately stopped singing. "Where are you going?"
Ridge held up the washcloth. "I'm going to toss this in the bathroom and get us something to drink."
Kendall slid from the bed. "I'll come with you. If you're nice, I'll let you eat some of my Palmier cookies."
"Never heard of them."
Kendall pecked a kiss on his lips. "They're made of flaky, buttery pastry crust. You're in for a real treat."
Ridge tossed the washcloth into the sink, then they made their way to the kitchen. Kendall pulled open the refrigerator door and peered inside.
"What do you feel like drinking? There's a variety of flavored water, some Gatorade, and—"
Ridge cut him off by swatting his ass. "Water is fine. Now, about those cookies."
Kendall removed two bottles of water and grabbed the plastic container he'd brought home with him from Stanton's. On the way back to the bedroom, Ridge got so caught up in staring at Kendall's ass he nearly slammed into the back of him when Kendall slowed to turn into his room.
"Distracted much?" Kendall tossed over his shoulder.
"I'm just regretting the little time I spent getting to know your ass."
Kendall pivoted and walked backward. The only thing separating them was the container of cookies in his hands. "I seem to remember straddling your face not too long ago."
"And there's more I wish I'd done to you when I had the chance," Ridge countered.
Kendall set the cookies on the nightstand, turned on the bedside lamp, and turned off the overhead light. Then he crossed the room and placed his hands on Ridge's shoulders. Kendall worked his bottom lip between his teeth until Ridge reached up and freed the tormented flesh.
Ridge brushed back the damp hair from his forehead. "What are you thinking?"
Kendall took a shaky breath. "That I'm going to wake up and discover this has all been a dream."
Ridge shook his head. "I'm not a dream." He smiled wickedly. "Possibly a nightmare, though."
"No way."
"Time will tell." Ridge pulled back the bedding and gestured for Kendall to slide in.
"This is my side of the bed," Kendall protested.
"I sleep closest to the door. No exceptions."
Kendall searched his eyes for a few seconds before nodding. "Fine. But don't complain when I crowd you in your sleep."
Ridge reached around and cupped one of Kendall's firm ass cheeks. "I think I'll manage."
"Mind if we watch some TV?" Kendall asked.
"I don't mind a little television before bed to wind down." Ridge chuckled. "The family we served warrants to tonight could definitely have their own reality show."
"Fucked up, huh?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I could tell you about them."
Kendall snorted. "I wouldn't count on it."
He grabbed the remote from the nightstand, then slid between the sheets to sit on the far side. Ridge handed him the box of cookies before joining him in bed. Kendall's mattress was a lot more comfortable than his. The memory foam cradled his body like a loving hug.
Kendall aimed the remote at the television and pushed a button. "Kill the lights, please."
Ridge leaned over and turned off the lamp. Kendall scrolled through the menu on a streaming service and stopped on Forensic Files .
"This is seriously your idea of light television before bed?"
Kendall shrugged and handed him a cookie. "Don't knock it until you try it."
Ridge scoffed but had to admit six cookies later that he was feeling pretty relaxed. Maybe it was the cloudlike bed or the carbs making his eyelids droopy. Perhaps it was the narrator's monotone voice that made his eyelids heavy. More than likely, it was the man partially draped across his body.
One minute, Kendall was calling a burglar a fucking amateur for leaving his fingerprints behind, and the next, he lay utterly slack in Ridge's arms. He fumbled for the remote, intending to turn the television off and join Kendall in dreamland, but the unfolding case on the screen took an unusual twist. He dropped the remote back down and settled in to watch the rest of the show, but he didn't even stay awake until the next commercial break.