Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Once naked, Ryder turned his attention to me. The gleam in his eyes became wicked when he caught me touching myself. “Impatient.” He shifted onto all fours and crawled up my extended legs, stopping when his lips hovered right over my cock. “Look at all that precum. You want me or something?”
“You have no fucking idea how much I want you.” My voice dropped low and rumbled out the way it often did when I was highly turned on. I couldn’t control it, but Ryder loved it, so I was beyond thrilled to get all growly for him.
His gaze met mine, serious and hot. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, baby, because I want you just as much.” Then he lowered his lips over my cock, sucking on the head and using his tongue to gather all the sticky goodness he was responsible for.
“Fuck, I love your mouth.” Ryder hummed his appreciation of the praise as he worked his lips lower in a slow glide he knew drove me out of my mind. I fought to keep my eyes open as he spent the next few minutes making me see stars and unicorns. “You love it, too, don’t you? You love sucking my cock, feeling it stretch your lips wide and tunnel to the back of your throat. You even love gagging on it, don’t you?”
He swallowed, making me shout a curse before lifting his head. Lust-drunk eyes met my gaze. Ryder was one of the best-looking men in the world, but he never looked better than he did all disheveled from a face fucking. “You’re dirty tonight,” he said with a shiny smirk.
“I want you.”
It was that simple.
Ryder wasn’t nearly as skilled at hiding his feelings as I was. His gaze softened, and I saw the emotion he was too fearful and maybe too stubborn to say out loud. He crawled the rest of the way until he straddled my lap again. “Please fuck me now, Alex,” he whispered.
Part of me wanted to play for a while longer. To edge him and drive him out of his mind for hours until he begged me to let him come. I had this urge to imprint myself on him and in him on a cellular level. To become so deep a part of him, neither of us would ever doubt this connection again.
But, after weeks of missing and wanting him, I didn’t have the patience for anything but the feel of his tight ass clenching around me. I grabbed our preferred brand of lube and flicked open the cap.
“Yesss.” Ryder’s eyes glazed over. “How have I survived without this every day over the past few weeks? I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you. Neglected us.”
I shook my head as I squeezed the cool gel onto my fingers. Ryder’s eyes went to them, watching as I rubbed circles, warming my fingertips. “No more apologies. The universe tried to get between us, but it failed. We’re stronger than whatever it throws at us.”
Ryder shifted to a taller kneel, grabbed my hand, and guided it around to his ass. “I love that,” he whispered.
I love you.
Soon. I’d build the courage to tell him soon.
Ryder practically purred as I delved my slick fingers down the cleft parting his ass cheeks. His eyes fell shut as my seeking fingers found his hole. I probed, spending a few seconds playing with the taut skin and circling my thumb. Then I slid a finger into him, and bliss radiated from his face. He rocked his hips, encouraging me to move my finger. I gently added a second and began to loosen him up for me, scissoring my fingers and working him open.
He opened his eyes, dark with need and slightly unfocused. “Just a little more.”
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” I’d rather tear off my skin than cause him an ounce of discomfort.
His grin grew wicked. “I want to feel it burn.”
Then he kissed me as I fingered his perfect ass.
Our tongues tangled and danced. Ryder rocked his hips, rubbing his trapped cock all over my abs and leaving a mess of precum on my skin. Later, I knew he’d love to lick it up and share it with me in a molten kiss.
As we devoured each other, I aimed straight for Ryder’s prostate. In the months we’d been together, I’d had my fingers buried in him more times than I could count. I knew his body and how it would react almost as well as I knew my own. I knew the second my fingers grazed his P-spot he’d buck and shout.
Just as he did.
“Fuck yes,” he cried as his body jerked against me.
My lips curved against his.
“Don’t get smug,” he muttered against my mouth.
“Why not?” I chuckled. “You know how good I am. I can turn you inside out. Don’t I deserve to be a little smug?”