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)
I grabbed his wrist, stilling his movement. “We start like this.” Clothed, so I had the privilege of controlling the reveal of his cock.
His eyes, a darker brown than I’d ever seen and cloudy with lust, flared, but he nodded and withdrew his hand.
“Your watch.” I tilted my head in the direction of his left wrist. “Start the timer.”
“Right.”
If I said it out loud, he’d probably bolt, but I fucking loved that he was so flustered he could barely remember why we were in this position in the first place.
“Three… two… one… go,” he said as he tapped the screen of his old model smartwatch.
I shoved my nose into his groin and inhaled. “Let the game begin.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ALEX
I was fucked.
I was so fucking fucked.
Damn Trevor for making me that third drink. Tequila? What had I been thinking?
I’d been thinking about how hot Ryder looked in his snug Henley and black pants, and how I had to be in the same room with him looking so good without the excuse of work to keep me busy and away.
Down went drink number one.
Then I’d been thinking about how he’d ignored me the entire time with not so much as a hello or a what’s up. He hadn’t even glanced away from his conversation with Luke and Dom. Did he even know I was there?
I’ll take drink number two and make it strong, Trev.
And then I started thinking with my dick, drooling at him across the table and fantasizing about how much I’d rather feast on his cock than the damn pizza. I hadn’t even tasted a single bite of the two pieces I’d eaten.
The third drink had disappeared before I knew it, which had to be how I found myself cornering him in the bathroom.
This is a means to an end. If you can keep from coming as long as possible, he will leave your life forever.
Right. At least I still had some rational thinking left. This was a means to an end. Nothing more.
Goodbye, Ryder. I had this in the bag.
I glanced down.
Huge mistake.
Ryder hooked his thumbs in the band of my briefs and shimmied them over my hips and ass, along with my jeans. My cock sprang out with a bounce that had me wincing. I was so damn hard it almost hurt.
“Goddamn, Alex,” Ryder said with awe in his voice. He licked his lips. “Your cock is a fucking work of art.”
Oh shit. The way he stared at me with abject hunger and appreciation while time ticked away had my balls tightening. He acted like he had all the time in the world. Like appreciating my cock mattered to him more than winning.
And it was so hot I nearly begged him to suck me. Instead, I went with my usual charm. “Keep staring. Let that fucking clock run up as long as you want.”
One of his eyebrows arched in a seductive challenge, and I ground my molars so hard, I swear I cracked a filling. I swear the green fleck in his eye grew when he was turned on. “Not too worried about it,” he whispered right before wrapping his lips around the tip of my cock and suckling like he wanted to wring me dry.
“Jesus. Fuck,” I cried out, slamming my palms against the bathroom door.
Ryder chuckled, and the vibrations almost made me shout again.
Bills.
Spiders.
Toothless gums.
He tongued my slit, and I saw stars. My eyes rolled back so I could no longer watch him work me over, but I’d lost control of them. God, that was my favorite. For whatever reason, I loved it when a guy did that to me. So, of course, he did it again without breaking suction. The combination of pressure from his lips and direct stimulation from his tongue had me crying out.
Paper cuts.
My empty wallet.
Dog shit.
Ryder coasted his lips down my cock, laving every inch with his wicked tongue as he went.
Nothing was going to work. A masked intruder could come in and hold us at gunpoint, and I wouldn’t be able to stop Ryder. Distracting myself from pleasure so sharp wasn’t possible.
When his nose hit my pubes—because, of course, he could take every inch down his throat—he moaned as though I was the one servicing him.
“Fuck. You.” I managed.
He swallowed in response, his throat muscles rippling around the head of my dick with the most perfect, powerful pressure.
As though controlled by an external force, my hand slid to his hair, where I gripped the soft strands and thrust my hips forward even as my one remaining rational brain cell screamed at me to stop.
I’d made a colossal mistake.
Ryder was too damn good at this. He sucked me like he loved the taste and feel of my cock in his mouth. Like this wasn’t a challenge to see who could best the other, but like he’d taken me down his throat for his pleasure as much as mine.