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)
“Funny, because the more we talk, the less I think you’re a big frathole.” He sneaks a glance over his shoulder, smirking.
There’s a stir of sensation in my chest. “Eh, I can be kind of a frathole sometimes.”
“And I can be a dick.”
“Well, you’re a pretty cute dick tonight,” I confess.
“You should tell all the other guys in the house how cute I am since I don’t think any of them even think of me as a sex object.”
“I think I know who you want me to tell, and it’s not anyone in the house. Maybe Angie?”
He shoots another look over his shoulder. “Shut it.”
But despite how that cheers me up, there’s some tension in me still, knotting up in my chest like the night with Gisele.
“That’s interesting,” I observe.
“What?”
“Just mentioning Angie bothered me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Kind of wondering if maybe we were wrong about what I was jealous about.”
His head jerks back. “What are you saying?”
“Here I’m the dumb jock, but we’re in bed together, naked, I was about to fuck you, and I find it adorable when you get anxious…”
His brow creases, but he smiles. “I’m sorry, is Ryan Lorde admitting to having a crush on me?”
I glare at him, though he’s right.
“Hey, glaring is my thing!” Marty insists, and now we’re both chuckling. As he settles, he says, “But I’m still not understanding what you’re saying.”
I stop myself because there’s something I have to get out of the way first. Something nagging at my conscience that has to be said before anything else. “The reason I first said that shit about you showing me how to tango and me helping with girls was a bet I made with Ty and Keegan. I figured if I could get on your good side, you wouldn’t be riding my ass about probation.”
“This is the least surprising thing you could have told me,” he says, which is a relief. “Unless you’re gonna say part of the bet was to seduce me and that your dick against my ass right now is part of it.”
I laugh. “Definitely not. No, if anything, I’m starting to realize I actually like you.” My cheeks warm. “Jesus Christ, are you making me blush too?”
“I’m really throwing you off your game, aren’t I?”
“I don’t play games, Marty.”
He turns away from me, tucking his ass even closer to my pelvis, firming me up.
“Be careful what you do back there,” Marty says.
“Or what?”
He rocks his pelvis, and I nibble at the side of his neck, whispering, “I guess we could use a little jerk-off.”
Just saying the word, it’s like my brain registered it as a done deal because I’m stiff as he continues working his ass up against me.
“What if I don’t want to just jerk off?” He shifts, and I loosen my grip, allowing him to roll toward me until we’re face-to-face.
“What do you want?” I ask, considering how our attempt went earlier, yet looking into those eager eyes, I already know the answer.
He raises his hand, running his knuckles between my pecs. “Maybe we could try one more time? See what happens?”
The uneasiness our conversation brought up shifts quickly as I feel this soaring sensation in my belly. A surge of desire radiates through me as he kisses me, his hand resting against my cheek, and I reach down, feeling his cock, which is a stone.
I give it a generous stroke. “You want me to fuck you, Marty?”
“Oh, fuck yeah…”
And I want to fuck him so bad.
20
Marty
I’m not sure what it is…
How good it felt when he was probing my prostate with his touch.
How he revealed a part of himself I know he doesn’t share with most of the guys.
The cuddling.
His confession that he likes me.
Or the way his cock rubs up against me and how he’s gripping my shaft.
All I know is I want him to show me the sort of pleasure he’s given to so many girls.
He rolls toward me so I’m under him as his lips crush down against mine. His lips travel down my chin, to my throat, which he nibbles at. My body erupts with sensation, the tips of flames tickling across my flesh. When he finally leans back, he’s already holding another condom.
When the fuck did he grab that? I guess the nightstand isn’t far, and he’s got those giant-ass arms. But that required some serious multitasking, which only reminds me that if anyone can show me how good it can feel to be fucked by a guy, it’s Ryan Lorde.
He tears the packet open with his teeth before readying himself and finding the lube in the sheets.
I study his shaft. Am I gonna mess this up a second time?
He leans down, kissing me again, his tongue wild in my mouth before he whispers between kisses, “If you…feel…any discomfort…tell me, and we stop.”