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)
I held him by his hair as I thrust into his eager mouth with wild jerks of my hips. This was sloppy as hell. Spit coated my entire dick and ran down his face. My balls slapped his chin with each forward punch. His eyes watered, and he grunted with the effort of keeping up such a brutal pace, but he never once showed a single sign of hitting his limit. Ryder loved this as much as I did.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, the heat, heavy suction, and porn-worthy sounds did me in.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” I said, breathing as though I’d run from the devil himself. “It’s too damn good.”
Ryder moaned like he’d never heard anything better and couldn’t wait for me to fill his mouth with my load.
I thrust one final time, burying myself halfway down his throat. Ryder swallowed around the head of my dick, the damn breeze blew, and I so did I. I grunted and clenched my teeth to keep from shouting as my abs contracted near painfully, and I erupted into his perfect mouth.
Ryder clutched my ass, holding me deep as he swallowed every drop.
After a few intense moments of white-hot pleasure on another planet, I sagged against the door, bare-assed and weak as a kitten.
Ryder uncurled his fingers from their death grip on my ass and let my soft cock slip from his mouth. “Holy shit,” he said as he rested his forehead on my thigh. “That was insane.”
“Uhh…” I stroked his damp hair as I tried to catch my breath and string two sounds together.
Ryder chuckled, earning himself a tug on his hair, which only made him laugh harder. “Having some trouble speaking?” he asked with teasing in his voice as he rose to his feet.
“Mmm.” Eye to eye, I could see his ruined face, and it was so damn hot—blown pupils, swollen lips, mussed hair. “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him. “And I meant it. I know I didn’t say it at the best time, but I love you, Ryder.”
His expression softened. “Charmer,” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. After a few moments, he separated enough to whisper against my lips, “I love you, too, Alex. So much.”
We kissed again, and I swear I could taste the love on his tongue. Everything felt different, deeper, and more meaningful now that we’d exchanged those words.
We needed to leave. Every second we stood with my bare ass against his parents’ door and our mouths fused, the risk of being caught grew. With the way the failed dinner went, I wouldn’t be surprised if they called the cops after finding us post blow job. Neither of our master’s programs would take a public indecency charge lightly. But as we stood there, mouths melded together, I found I didn’t care about anything but being close to Ryder.
CHAPTER EIGHT
RYDER
The week following the disastrous event at my parents’ house was sublime. I meant what I said that I’d stick with the CEO gig for the next few weeks, until school began, to ease the transition to a new head of the company, but when I arrived at work Monday morning, a red-faced security guard who couldn’t meet my eye met me at the executive parking lot. He informed me I no longer had access to the building and asked me to hand over my credentials, which I did without argument despite a swift rise in my temper. The poor guy had no clue about the Calloway family drama and only did what his superiors asked. Giving him a hard time wouldn’t serve either of us well.
So, I’d handed over my ID badge and office keys while thanking him for his loyalty to the company. Then I left. A quick call to my university advisor undid the email I’d sent and retracted my deferment request. I’d start my master’s program the same day Alex began his next trimester.
And that was that. I was free and clear to begin my new life.
After being denied access to the office, I drove straight back to my penthouse, where I’d left a sleeping Alex alone in bed. We fucked on and off for the rest of the day, spending more time together than we had in the past two months.
Over the rest of the week, we fell into a routine I loved. Days were spent fucking, working out, and hanging with the kids at the community center. Alex visited with his mom each day, and when he went to work at night, I would swing by and help with whatever she needed around the house.
I only ran into Kenny once as he was on his way out the door, which pissed me the hell off. Alex’s brother was lazy, ornery, and didn’t seem to give a shit about his mother or Alex. As much as the guy irked me, I kept my mouth shut about it around Alex. What would be the point in bringing it up? Alex knew who and what Kenny was. Complaining about him would only make Alex feel worse about a situation that already plagued him. I would better spend my time helping Nicole and Alex as much as I could. Most nights, I would bring her a small gift, such as flowers, a dessert, or a Precious Moments figurine, because she’d been collecting them since childhood, according to Alex. I fully pushed the limits with what he’d allow me to buy for him and his mom. Most of the time, I’d ‘forget’ to tell him if I purchased a gift or replaced something broken in his home. When he started to catch on to my sneaky ways, I could easily distract him with a stellar blow job.