Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
When the water shuts off, I close the video and set my phone on my nightstand, but now I don’t have anything to do with my hands, so I look like a virgin sacrifice waiting for Ryan to come and deflower me.
Awkward.
I pick my phone back up and pull up my news app, but then I realize that’s not going to put me in the mood, so I tuck my phone in the nightstand, retrieve the box of condoms and the lube, and set them beside me. Although, it’s not like we need a whole damn box. I pull out part of the strip of condoms, and as I tear one at the perforation, I accidentally cut into the package, exposing the condom.
Smooth.
The door to the bathroom bursts open, the surprise jolting me, sending the box of condoms tumbling off the side of the bed. “Fuck,” I mutter as it rolls all the way to his air mattress.
Ryan stands in the doorway, his hair wet, messy, only a towel around his waist. I’m sure his towel always hangs this low, but I must admit, it’s a nice view of the ridges defining his waist, lines seeming to draw the eye down to what I know is under the towel.
He folds his arms, studying me. “Are you doing something adorable?” He winks, smirking like he’s feeling charming as fuck.
“Could you get that for me?” I ask, indicating the fallen box.
“All over it.” He retrieves the condoms and sets them on the nightstand, towering over me. “Come on, scoot.” I make room for him, and he crawls into bed, lying back on the pillow beside me, groaning. “How you feeling?”
“Honestly, fairly anxious.”
“Really?”
“I fumbled my way through prepping earlier, and then I’ve been thinking if it’s gonna hurt or if I’m gonna have a panic attack in the middle of it.”
His brows knit. “Maybe we pushed this too quickly.”
“What? No, no, no. I did not spend the day stressing and getting ready so that you can bail. Unless you want to bail.”
“I have zero issues with whatever happens.” He rolls closer. “How about we take the pressure off? If you get uncomfortable, just let me know, and we can decide we’re not doing this or maybe choose another day to experiment?”
I’m kind of annoyed. “Don’t worry, you’ll know if I’m uncomfortable.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Why are you so chill about this?”
He shrugs. “It’s only fucking. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal to me—a guy who hasn’t been with a girl in about a year now and who has zero experience being with a guy.”
“And we’ve covered the fact that I’ve never been with a guy either, so we’re on the same page.”
He rests his hand on my leg, stroking with his thumb, which surprisingly has a calming effect. Reminds me of when my Xanax kicks in during really bad anxiety attacks. Like somehow he knew I needed that.
I take a breath.
“Hey,” he says. “I know I’m acting humble…”
“I don’t think you’ve ever done that. Like ever.”
“Okay, maybe I should have said I know I don’t brag as much as I could, but I’m very good with girls because I take my time. I probe and explore to make sure it feels good, and I intend to do the same with you.”
As my dick shifts, Ryan’s gaze goes right to the crotch of my boxers, like he’s some kind of hunter who finally noticed his prey moving in the bushes.
“Well, that perked you right up.”
Of course it did.
“I don’t doubt you’ll be good at it, Ry. But it’s one thing to read about it on a subreddit and another to actually do it. Not knowing what to expect.” I take another measured breath. “Okay, let’s do it. I think I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”
His eyes widen like he’s startled by how direct I was. Although considering how direct he tends to be, it’s easy to get to the point. I move quickly toward him, knowing I’ll get relief once we’re kissing, the way I usually do.
As soon as his lips are pressed up against mine, I get a hit—that rush sweeping through me, like a messenger sent to let all my tense nerves know everything will be okay. As though all they had been waiting for was his kiss.
Ryan rolls on top of me, propping himself up with one hand while sliding the other under my shirt, his warm fingers trailing across my skin. “One thing…I know…” he says between kisses. “Is…we gotta get you outta these.”
He starts to remove my shirt, and as I try to help, I become a fumbling mess, somehow getting stuck with one side too high for me to keep pulling it up.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “That was supposed to be smoother and sexier.”
My arms are locked upright, and Ryan helps me navigate out of it before tossing it off the bed. At some point he threw off his towel, and his cock is erect, ready to go.