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)
“Shit, Ryder,” he said as his steps faltered, and he grabbed my upper arms for support. His pupils grew three sizes. “What… ah… what are you doing?”
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.
For listening.
For letting me out of the bet.
For your mouth on my cock.
“Ryder… what are you doing?”
“You’re hard,” I whispered. “I can fix it. Simple as that.”
I drew back and met his searching gaze.
He seemed to war with himself, which I responded to with a firm squeeze.
His hips bucked into my hold. “Fuck it,” he said with a groan. “If you want to fix it, get your damn hand in my pants.”
Well, damn, bossy Alex had my full attention.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ALEX
This was a terrible idea. The bet concluded. We blew each other, Ryder lost, and I told him he didn’t have to quit.
That should have been the end, but then he had to go and get all chatty on me. Now I knew things about him. Things others didn’t know. Things that made him human and likable. It was one thing for him to be so hot when I hated him. Hot and likable spelled trouble.
And trouble had found me. My dick, in particular, wouldn’t let me walk away, no matter how advisable.
He pressed the heel of his hand against my aching erection with the perfect amount of pressure to make me needy as hell. I loved giving head, and sucking Ryder was no exception. It had gotten me hard and ready to fuck. I’d resigned myself to going home and rubbing one out the way he’d done at Parker’s, but the offer of another man’s hand was too good to pass up.
“Demanding,” Ryder said with a smirk as he slid his hand into my sweats’ waistband. The second his hand wrapped around me, he barked out a laugh that eclipsed my groan. His hand was warm, strong, and surprisingly rough, considering where he came from.
“Commando, huh?” he asked as he stroked me. The little shit had to be loving throwing that back in my face.
I smirked. A flush of heat worked its way up my torso. Already, after one dry stroke, my knees were wobbling, and my balls were heavy. “After being in those tight-ass shorts for hours, I need the freedom.”
He tilted his head back, laughing at how I parroted what he’d said to me.
“Who knew fucking around with you would be so much fun?”
“It’d be more fun if you weren’t dry rubbing my dick,” I said with a grunt as the friction closed in on sandpaper rough.
“Like I said…. demanding.” He withdrew his hand and the loss had me immediately scowling, which only made him chuckle. “Of course, I think this is one demand I can happily carry out.” He licked the flat of his palm with a long, slow, seductive slide of his tongue while locking eyes with me, and my damn dick felt it through the ether. “Hmm, not wet enough.” He worked his jaw, then spit in his palm.
“Shit,” I panted as he returned his hand to my cock and resumed stroking with his spit easing the glide. “You’re filthy.”
“You have no idea,” he whispered against my ear as he increased the pressure on my cock. “We’ve only scratched the surface.”
So far.
The unspoken words reverberated through my lust-soaked brain. Was he thinking of them, too, or was I so desperate to come that I imagined this wouldn’t be the last time? It didn’t matter. All I could think of was more, more, more.
And Ryder delivered.
He jacked me with a firm, skilled hand that had my eyes crossing and my cock leaking precum. Though better than nothing, spit was a far cry from lube. Ryder swept his thumb across my slit, gathering the fluid and slicking the way for his large hand.
He kept his gaze on my face, watching my reaction as he stroked me. The smug, self-satisfied tilt to his lips told me he knew exactly how much I liked his handiwork.
So I didn’t bother to hide it.
“Jesus, Ryder,” I said, breathless, as I grabbed for his hips to steady myself.
“You got a really nice dick, Alex,” he said as he tightened his grip. “Wanted to tell you last time, but well… you know.”
I could only grunt in response. My energy was focused on not coming too soon so I could prolong the incredible pressure of his hand coasting up and down my shaft.
“Fills my whole hand real well. Filled my mouth too.”
It did. I wasn’t small, and neither were his hands. The memory of him on his knees brought me closer to the edge.
He leaned in and spoke against my ear again as his free hand cupped my balls. “Bet it would fill my ass perfectly. Stretch me so well. Right to the edge of pain. Mmm… it would be so fucking hot.”