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)
My hips bucked, and I gasped as his hot breath hit my ear the same time he tugged my balls and squeezed my dick.
Was he telling me he wanted me to fuck him? Is that what those dirty words meant? That he wanted my dick fucking his ass.
His hand sped, sliding along my dick with sure, fast strokes. I couldn’t keep my hips still any longer. I fucked into the circle of his grip as I clung to his sides and moaned like a damn whore right there in my place of employment.
“That’s it, Alex. Fuck my fist like you’d fuck my ass.”
The image of him bent over and writhing in ecstasy as he took my cock in his tight hole bombarded my brain. I planted my head against his chest and cried out as pleasure blasted through me, so sharp and intense my vision blurred.
“Oh shit,” I shouted as my body jerked, and I flooded Ryder’s hand with my release. He rubbed me through the orgasm, making a damn mess in my sweats, but I didn’t care. I sighed and let the pleasure twitch through me until I finally came down from the high.
Eventually, I uncurled my fingers from Ryder’s sides and straightened away from him. After one final caress, he withdrew his spunk-covered hand.
“Seems we made a bit of a mess of your sweatpants,” he said with that smug grin I was beginning to hate less than I had days ago, especially after coming so hard.
I snorted and ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah. Gonna be a fun ride home.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but…” He shrugged and smirked.
“Worth it.” I adjusted my sticky sweats with a slight cringe. Yeah, this would be freezing cold and gross by the time I made it home, but what was a little discomfort compared to a stellar orgasm?
“Hmm.” Ryder met my gaze and lifted his hand to his lips. He ran his tongue between his fingers and over his palm, cleaning the evidence of how much I’d liked his hands on me. “Tastes just as good the second time around. Glad my memory didn’t deceive me.” He winked, and it was so confident and cocky that my spent cock twitched as though it had a prayer of rallying this soon.
How was it possible that something that infuriated me days ago thrilled me today?
“Um…” I cleared my throat. “Seems like you’re feeling better.”
Ryder threw his head back and laughed. The sound echoed through the empty club, filling the desolate space with a sense of happiness. “Yeah.” His grin stretched wide across that gorgeous face of his. “I think it’s safe to say my night ended much better than it started. So, thank you.” His voice lost any playful inflection. “For real, Alex… thank you.”
Conceited Ryder, I knew and could handle. Apparently, I had a pretty good grip on sexy Ryder as well. Tonight proved I could manage my way around Ryder when he needed to vent, but this version of Ryder? This genuine nice-guy routine where he thanked me with sincerity?
I had no idea how to handle that. It made this thing we were doing too real when it should have been nothing more than a bet.
“No problem,” I said with a shrug. “What are coworkers for if not to help when your personal shit is affecting your job?”
His frown almost made me cringe, or maybe it was my awkward attempt at lightening the conversation, but I held it back.
“Right,” he said, then turned and grabbed his coat. “Guess we should get the hell out of here before our next shift starts.”
I snorted a half-laugh. “Yeah. Good idea.”
We grabbed our belongings and exited the club in silence. I’d expected him to go straight to his fancy car, but instead, he hovered near the employee entrance with me while I locked the final door.
You don’t have to wait.
The words dangled from the tip of my tongue, but I pressed my lips together and kept them inside because, well, I liked having him there with me. This wasn’t the first or even the fifth time I’d closed for Parker—each time, I’d been alone. While the task was quick and easy, I hated being the last one to leave. If something happened, no one would know.
“Good to go,” I said as I armed the alarm. “Thanks for waiting. You didn’t have to do that.”
Ryder merely gave me a droll look that conveyed how stupid he found the statement, which did not warm my insides at all. Nope, not a single bit. Because we weren’t friends. Hell, I didn’t even like the man. He’d been an ass to me at camp.
Eight years ago…
Maybe, but he still took pleasure in annoying the hell out of me. Who wanted that in their lives?
He also takes pleasure in pleasuring you.