That was all it took. Clyde's vision whited out.
With a roar that was pure possession, he slammed up into Ryley, burying himself to the hilt as his release erupted—a scalding, endless torrent.
It triggered Ryley's own climax; he screamed, back bowing in a desperate arc, as his spend painted hot stripes across both their stomachs.
Inside, Ryley clenched around him in relentless, rhythmic pulses, milking every last searing drop.
Clyde shuddered violently, his entire world narrowing to the point where they were fused, as the climax wrung him out, soul-deep and utterly spent.
As Ryley's body went limp and swayed, Clyde caught him with a tenderness that belied his own ragged state. He lowered the blond carefully onto his back, the bedsoft beneath them.
Clyde's own strength was spent, his muscles watery from the long, draining climax, but he forced his breathing to steady—deep, even pulls of air—fighting the fierce urge his body had to take Ryley all over again.
