Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes,” I said as I flopped onto my back on my bed, clad in nothing but briefs. “What a night.”
What a life. Twenty-three seemed too young to be this tired. Or this grumpy, as Ryder loved to point out, though he was the only one who brought out the full force of my grouchy side. Maybe I needed a break or a vacation. Well, staycation, seeing as how I couldn’t afford to go anywhere. We’d just come off winter break from college, but I worked the ticket booth at a local winter festival on top of my Top Shelf hours to earn money for Christmas presents and afford new snow tires for my car. It didn’t count as a break if I was just as busy as when class was in session.
It must be nice to be Ryder and not only have endless piles of money but an entire semester to dick around, offering blow job competitions and treating the world like his playground.
“Stop thinking about him,” I muttered into the quiet of the night.
Now that work forced me to interact with Ryder four nights a week, I found my thoughts drifting toward him too often. How stupid was I to fall for his little stunt tonight?
But God, it had been hot. I’d have had to be dead not to react to him rubbing his damn hand all over that stellar body. What was he doing? Spending every hour he didn’t work at Top Shelf in the gym? Whatever his workout routine, it was working for the man.
He should never be allowed to wear more than those damn booty shorts. Warmth spread through my limbs as my mind conjured the image of him in our work uniform. It’d be so easy to peel him out of it and have him bare before me. No doubt his dick would be as impressive as the rest of him. He was one of those lucky people blessed by everything in life, dick size included.
And he wanted me to suck him off.
My cock responded with a surge of blood, rising to attention against the black cotton of my briefs. “Sometimes I hate you,” I said, even as I pressed the heel of my palm against my hardened shaft. I groaned at the pressure, lifting my hips off the bed to rub against my hand.
Dammit. Was I really going to do this? I’d never fall asleep now that I was hard and aching to come, but did I really want to get myself off to thoughts of Ryder? I couldn’t change the script. He was in my head in all his mostly naked glory, and that’s where he’d stay until I erupted all over my hand.
“Fuck it.” No one would ever know. I’d die before letting this secret escape.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and shoved them over my ass, allowing my stiff dick to spring forward. Groaning, I wrapped my hand around myself with a light grip and slid up and down my length. Lube would be helpful, but retrieving it required more energy than I had to spare, so a dry hand fuck would have to do.
Luckily, I already had precum leaking from the tip, so I swiped my thumb across it, hissing at the electric zing of pleasure. The fluid eased the sting of friction.
My mind ran away to an alternate universe where Ryder was not only hot as lava but someone I could have. Someone I wanted who also wanted me. Gone was our hatred and rivalry, replaced by roaming hands, hungry mouths, and dirty words. In my fantasy, he tugged my cock with the perfect tension and strength, knowing exactly how I liked a man to stroke me. His hands were strong and skilled. Within seconds, I was pumping my hips into his imaginary grip while reaching for him as well. We jacked each other without words, only grunts and pants.
My hand flew over my cock as my brain brought the fantasy to life. It wasn’t long before my back arched and warm spunk spurted from the tip of my dick as my body convulsed with pleasure given to me by fictional Ryder. I wiped my messy hand on my stomach, which already had a trail of cum running up to my sternum.
Shit, that had been good and so necessary. For the first time in ages, my mind felt light and clear.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the floaty post-orgasm sensation surrounding me. In a few minutes, I’d get up and clean myself off. No one wanted to wake up to briefs around their knees and crusted cum on their stomach.
Sleep stole all my good intentions, and within minutes, I slipped into a near-coma, still covered in the evidence of my shameful fantasy.
The last active thought to cross my mind before I lost consciousness was how much I liked imaginary Ryder gazing at me with heat and desire instead of condescension and disgust.