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)
He chuckled.
“So not funny,” I rasped, letting my head hang as I tried to breathe and think of snakes and spiders to keep my balls from erupting. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
Warm fingertips coasted up and down the sides of my spine. “Ryder, nothing you could do would make this anything less than the best experience of my life.”
His words shot straight to the center of my chest, blooming out in a starburst of gooey warmth. His cheeks flushed bright red as though embarrassed he’d said something so sweet.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He smiled, and it only expanded whatever was happening inside my chest. “Y-you ready?”
“Hell, yeah. Give me everything you’ve got. I want the whole club wondering why I’m walking funny tomorrow night.”
That was exactly the command I needed to bring me back from the brink of dangerous emotions to the burning need to make us come.
I withdrew, then snapped my hips forward, making us moan. Alex was no pillow princess. He worked his hips in time with mine, devastating my dick with a vise-like clasp each time I bottomed out.
I fucked him hard like he asked. With each passing second, he grew louder, groaning, moaning, and babbling nonsense encouragement for more and harder, which I did my damnedest to oblige. When he arched his neck and bared the line of the throat I’d been lusting after earlier, I allowed myself to feast. I trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his collarbone and back up, pausing to suck at his pulse point. It fluttered wildly beneath my lips, which only made me suck harder like a starving vampire.
Alex grabbed my ass, sinking all ten fingers into my flesh as he urged me to keep fucking him. “Right there, right there,” he cried. “God, Ryder… oh fuck.”
After a final hard suck, I released his neck and grabbed his dick, jerking with near-violent strokes. Alex shouted and thrashed beneath me. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his grip on my ass slackened.
He was close.
“Ryder…”
“I know, baby.” Again, with the pet name. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to. “Come for me, Alex. Show me how good my dick makes you feel.” Three more tugs and two thrusts later, his back bowed, and he let out a string of curses so filthy I nearly blushed. Cum exploded from his dick in thick spurts, coating his abs. I fucked him through the intense spasms, then slowed my strokes despite being a hair’s breadth away from the finish line myself.
Some guys hated being fucked after they finished, and I refused to spoil this experience by making assumptions.
“Keep going,” he said between harsh gulps of air. “Finish in my ass. Keep fucking me, Ryder.”
I stared at his blissed-out expression and knew precisely what would catapult me to the stratosphere. “Kiss me,” I said in a voice too close to begging.
“Yes.” He gripped the back of my neck and yanked me down to his mouth. I thrust like a madman as we devoured each other. It couldn’t have been longer than one more minute before I ripped my mouth away and roared out my release.
“That’s it,” Alex said as my pleasure stole my ability to reason. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I collapsed onto his chest, smearing his cum between us, which would be revolting later, but I kind of loved it at the moment. You knew the sex was on another level when, instead of cleaning up afterward, you wanted to revel in the mess.
“No more than you,” I mumbled against his sweaty chest.
Alex closed his arms around me, locking us together. His heart knocked beneath my ear, still galloping a wild rhythm. My dick was still halfway in his ass, slowly softening. I did need to take care of the condom, but all I wanted was to lie there, surrounded by Alex’s warmth and scent.
The next words out of my mouth shocked me as much as they must have stunned him.
“Do you want to stay?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ALEX
Too many sensations bombarded my post-orgasm brain for me to process at once. My skin buzzed with electricity, extra sensitive as sparks danced along the surface. My ass ached already, but that one I’d expected after spending long minutes with Ryder’s thick cock tunneling into a hole that hadn’t been used in a long time.
A long time.
Not since my senior year of high school when I’d thought the constant desire to fuck my boyfriend meant we were in love and not just horny teenagers. I figured it out when we broke up two weeks into college, each agog at the number of men we could meet and sleep with.
My current life was a series of near disasters I managed from the time I awoke to the time I finally crashed at night. Kenny called me a control freak, but I had to be. If one thing went awry, the ripple effect made our lives difficult. Take my car breaking down. To some, that was an isolated event, an annoyance they’d take care of and then resume their regularly scheduled programming. For me, it meant I couldn’t get to work, take my mother to her appointments, or drive to class. Missing one day of work meant not buying groceries, paying utility bills, or meeting tuition deadlines. And the consequences grew from there. So, yeah, I tried to keep rigid control over my life, but as a necessity rather than a personality quirk.