Arrow Inferno
Chapter 113: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Sultry and exotic!

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"You okay?" Jeremy asked, watching as Ryan tried to bring his harsh breathing under control.

Ryan could only nod. It had been so good his vision was blurred and his heart threatened to burst from his chest. He gestured for Jeremy to come closer. Immediately Jeremy did, Ryan crushed their lips together and began to devour Jeremy's mouth, tasting himself on his mate and loving it. They stayed that way for a long moment, sucking on each other's tongues and lower lips languidly before finally pulling apart. Jeremy looked down at the satisfied face of his gorgeous mate and smiled with pride.

"Do I take it you like having that butt plug in there?" Jeremy asked with an amused smirk.

"Do you really need to ask?" Ryan sounded dazed. "Sorry about the sheets."

"I'm not." Jeremy chuckled. "Besides, they're your sheets too."

"Shit, I wonder what Nina will say when she comes to change the sheets." Ryan groaned.

"They know we fuck, Ryan," Jeremy said, rolling off the bed. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast before we hit the road." Jeremy reached out a hand towards Ryan but his mate's gaze was locked on something else as he moved towards him. His crotch.

"So fucking hot," Ryan whispered, slicking his tongue over his full bottom lip as he moved almost like a predator would towards its prey, towards Jeremy.

Jeremy looked down at himself and understood why Ryan was so riveted on his crotch. He was so hard his boxer briefs couldn't hold his length. His mammoth, rock-hard, wet-tipped cock had as a result protruded past the leg of his tight boxer briefs. By the time Jeremy was done accessing the situation, Ryan was already settling on the edge of the bed before him. The erotic moan that tore out of Ryan when he sat on his arse momentarily distracted Jeremy. The next thing he knew, Ryan's warm mouth had closed around his exposed, wet, mushroomed head.

"Holy shit..." Jeremy swayed on his feet as a guttural sound ripped from his chest as if he was in pain. His eyes fluttered shut as his head fell back in blissful abandon.

Damn, Ryan's mouth was something else, the alpha of alphas thought as his hand moved to Ryan's head. Could he really wait till they got on his jet before he buried himself inside his mate, he asked himself. His plan suddenly seemed very flawed because he felt as though he would definitely go insane with hunger by then.

"Ryan we really need to go." Jeremy felt he deserved an award for self-control or something. His whole being was screaming at him to fuck the meeting and deep-dick his willing mate but... "I can't miss that meeting."

Ryan raised his head and stared up at Jeremy with pupils dilated with lust. "Let me take care of this." He was breathing hard. "Please..." A breathless plea. Without waiting for Jeremy's consent, Ryan leaned in again and took the glistening cockhead back into his mouth.

"Oh fuck..." Jeremy felt the pull on his cock all the way to his toes.

They had a two-hour ride ahead of them to the venue of the meeting with the alphas. Jeremy knew that he definitely couldn't fuck Ryan before their departure, taking into consideration the fact that they didn't have time on their side. What the fuck was he going to do, Jeremy thought as he allowed Ryan to suck on his weeping appendage. Well, what he couldn't do, was to be late for his meeting. With a frustrated sigh, he pulled Ryan off his cock, ignoring his groan of protest. Jeremy felt so proud of himself for actually having the willpower to do that. He bent down and kissed Ryan senseless before letting him go. And that was when he noticed that his mate was hard again. "You slut." Jeremy muttered.

"Hey, wait till you have this thing up your arse, rubbing against your inner walls and that cum-inducing spot." Ryan growled, getting to his feet. "This is going to be difficult Jeremy."

"Just think pure thoughts," Jeremy said hoarsely, turning to leave the bed area.

"Fuck you." Ryan chuckled, following Jeremy to the closet.

"Here. Wear this." Jeremy thrust some clothes into Ryan's hand.

"Boxers please," Ryan asked before taking a good look at what he'd been given to wear.

"Check what I've given you. You don't need boxers today." Jeremy said, pulling off his own damp boxers.

Ryan placed the stuff he'd been given on top of a wide glass-top Island that stood in the middle of the huge closet and really looked at them. He couldn't help the reddening of his cheeks when he spotted the sexy, red, leather jockstrap. "Really?" He choked.

"Because of the plug, this will feel more comfortable," Jeremy said as he pulled on sexy, black jeans without bothering with boxers. "Check out the pouch of that jockstrap. It's soft and absorbent. Maximum comfort guaranteed. We spoke to an expert." "We?"

"Paige and I. We went shopping last night for all this." Jeremy responded as he pulled up his zipper. He pulled on a black, body-hugging t-shirt and then took the jockstrap from a still stunned Ryan.

"You must be shitting me." Ryan gasped, watching as Jeremy crouched before him. Without any prompting, he stepped into the leg holes of the jockstrap.

"I shit you not." Jeremy chuckled as he pulled the sexy jockstrap up Ryan's legs. Before he covered Ryan's semi-erect cocks, he dropped kisses on each head which made Ryan moan sexily. Jeremy turned Ryan around to check out the back view and groaned with lust. "Damn." The sight of the red handle of the butt plug against Ryan's creamy cheeks was downright sinful. Jeremy couldn't resist kissing each cheek before getting to his feet. "You look absolutely stunning." "No boxers?" Ryan asked, eyeing the outline of Jeremy's cock against one thigh.

Jeremy shrugged. "Don't need the constraint. Come on, dress up. We'll be late."

Ryan couldn't help his amused chuckle when he shook out his pants. It was a black, slim-fit, drop-crotch jogger pants with elastic waist and drawstring. Ryan thought it was sexy but didn't know why Jeremy had picked that style of pants for him to wear. After pulling on the pants, he shrugged into the dark red t-shirt he'd been given and then went to the sock drawer to grab a pair before moving to the shoe rack. But Jeremy, who had finished dressing, was already holding out an expensive-looking dark red, ankle-high, biker boots for Ryan.

"Paige says your favourite colour is red so..." Jeremy grinned.

"It is," Ryan murmured, running his eyes over his gorgeous mate. Jeremy looked edible. "Why this style of pants though?" Ryan asked, pointing at his own pants.

"They're very comfortable," Jeremy responded as he crouched down to fix Ryan's boots. "That plug is going to keep you erect most of the time. The drop-crotch will conceal it." He explained, taking in how hot Ryan's pant-covered legs looked in the ankle-high boots. "Besides I just knew it would look good on you." Jeremy stood up and drew Ryan into his arms for a hot open-mouthed kiss that left Ryan weak at the knee. "Damn, you're hot." With a groan, Jeremy turned away to grab their leather jackets and then started for the bed area. "Anything else you need to take?"

"Our bags," Ryan responded in a hoarse voice as he fixed his wristwatch. He was clearly affected by that kiss.

"They're already on the aircraft," Jeremy informed him as he grabbed their cell phones off the bedside table. "Shall we?" He headed towards the door. They were to have breakfast in the breakfast room with Gloria, Paige, Stan, Phillip, and Joel before they set off.

"Is my hair okay?" Ryan asked, combing his fingers through his white tresses.

"You look gorgeous, baby," Jeremy said, holding the door open for his mate.

"Yeah, anything to get me out of here." Ryan drawled, giving Jeremy a quick kiss on his way out.

"You know I meant that." Jeremy gave a husky growl. "Now move that fine arse before I go crazy on it." He said, giving Ryan a light swat on his arse.

"Hey..." Ryan's cry was a cross between pleasure and protest.

"Sorry." But the alpha looked anything but. He didn't miss the flush of excitement on his mate's face. And he couldn't wait to see his reaction when that epic arse finally settled on his powerful six-cylinder engine, Harley Davidson Cosmic Starship.

The alpha of alphas' grin was downright wicked.