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)
“Do it.”
“Not yet,” he ground out as he squeezed my hip. Then the feel of his hand disappeared, only to return two seconds later, wrapped around my cock in a firm grip.
“Yesss,” I hissed as he shuttled his fist along my slick cock with expert skill and a singular mission to shatter my control. An intense tingle brewed in my balls three strokes in. I continued to pump my hips back onto his cock as he jerked me closer to the finish line. Within seconds, the tight coil of need in my core snapped, and I came with a shout that Ryder’s neighbors might report to the cops.
“That’s it,” he hollered as I lost the rhythm of my convulsing muscles. “Squeeze my dick. Fuck, this ass… goddammit.” He curled over my back, snarling and cursing as he lodged himself deep in my ass and came.
We rode out our climaxes together, the only sound a chorus of heavy breathing. My shoulders trembled, and as Ryder’s weight on my back grew, I collapsed onto the mess I’d made all over his bed. We both groaned as he slipped from my ass, though my groan was in part due to landing in the damn wet spot. As he somehow managed to throw himself to the side and avoided crushing me into said damp spot, I experienced the oddest twinge of loss over our separation.
I’d never had sex without a condom, yet a craving to feel his load dripping out of my ass hit with so much force it stole my breath. I wanted part of him left behind, as deep inside me as he could get. What the fuck was wrong with me? That was some high-level commitment shit I’d never entertained in my life. And to want that with Ryder?
Insane.
Of course, we’d used a condom. “Oh shit… wait… when did you glove up? I didn’t even think of it.” The thought hadn’t crossed my mind in my desperation to feel him inside me again.
He kissed my shoulder, then chuckled as he rubbed my upper back. “Before you even woke up.”
I turned my head on the pillow to find him lying on his side beside me with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. “The first thing I saw when I woke up was you sleeping on my pillow.” A mischievous grin curled those swollen lips. “Being the deviant that I am, I peeked under the blankets. Your naked ass was right there, and I instantly got hard. So I wrapped this bad boy. This way, I wouldn’t have to pause once we got the party started.”
I chuckled. “And if I’d said I was too sore to fuck again?”
“I can pivot. There are plenty of ways to get each other off.” He winked.
“Ah.” I cleared my throat. “Well, thanks. I’m glad one of us was thinking.”
One blond eyebrow curved to a perfect arch. “Hmm, am I sensing a bit of disappointment in your tone, Alex?” he asked, voice thick with seductive suspicion.
“What? No.”
Yes.
Ryder scooted closer. “You sure about that? You sure you don’t like the idea of me emptying my balls in your ass without anything between us?”
My face heated. Fuck yes, I loved the idea. I just didn’t know why. “I…”
“Because I gotta tell you, the thought of pushing your thick ass cheeks apart and watching my load drip out of your hole after fucking it raw is very—”
“Jesus, Ryder.” If he finished that sentence, I was likely to roll over and beg him to do just that. “That’s too fucking much.”
His wicked grin grew. “I don’t think you mean that, but okay.” He kissed me. “I’ll back off. So, it’s Sunday. Do you have anything going on today?”
I blinked. How the hell did he switch subjects so easily? My entire body was on fire again, and that fire had roasted my brain to a charred, unusable organ. “Uh… two study groups on campus. One at noon and another from two until three.”
He nodded. “How about we grab some breakfast, then I can drop you at home after so you can get ready for your study groups. Then maybe I can pick you up after, and you can come with me to the LGBTQ+ youth center.”
The question slipped from him without hesitation, but he averted his eyes, and tension passed from his body to mine. Funny how he could talk about fucking without condoms no problem, but inviting me into his life made him uncertain.
Did I want to spend a large part of the day with him? Shower, get dressed, go out to breakfast, then reconvene to get a glimpse into something important to him? Something he didn’t seem to share with others.
The same warm feeling I’d been experiencing recently spread throughout my chest.
“Yeah.” I refused to acknowledge the thickness in my throat or the way his eyes lit up at my agreement, but it did give me the courage to say, “I’d really like to do all of that with you.”