Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Ryder breathes hard. “Yup, definitely going to be over so fast. You’re so tight.”
He adds a finger, and I have to bite down on his shirt again. I welcome the burn.
The muscles in my back tense as I take his fingers deep.
I grit my teeth to hold in the groan I desperately want to let out.
“I love the sounds you’re making even though you’re supposed to be quiet.”
My heart pounds. I turn my head again. “You always this chatty when you fuck someone?”
Ryder laughs. “Nope. Just stalling the inevitable embarrassment of coming as soon as I’m inside you.”
“It won’t take me long. I’ve wanted this since the day we met.”
“Me too,” Ryder murmurs.
“You have a thing for guys who insult you, huh?”
“It’s soooo hot.” His fingers brush against my prostate, sending shivers down my spine. “Not as hot as watching you while I finger fuck you, but still pretty hot.”
“Ryder, I need … need …” My hips cant backward. “Fuck.”
He leans over me again. “I think I know what you need.”
His fingers leave me, and no, that’s not what I need at all. An agonized sound leaves my lips.
“I’m still here,” he reassures me. The sound of a condom wrapper opening sounds like angels singing.
My chest is heaving, and my ass tightens and releases, craving the invasion again.
And when it happens, Ryder goes slow so I can feel every inch as he moves inside me.
I have to bite down on his shirt so hard I worry my jaw will break.
A gentle hand runs down my back. My stomach digs into the edge of the counter, but I don’t care a single bit.
The way we’re connected, his slow and cautious movements, for a brief moment I feel a connection of something more. That thing I’ve been wanting for as long as I can remember.
During college, I did the hookup thing. I was never any good at it. It’s like monogamy and commitment are part of my DNA or some shit.
I know I need to let things develop on Ryder’s time and in his way, but it’s hard enough to do that when he’s kissing me or smiling at me, or hell, even just looking at me through the recording studio window. It’s impossible not to think of more when his dick’s inside me.
This is just sex, I remind myself. This is weeks of thinking about this. Of fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Ryder.
As he begins to thrust harder and harder, I get my answer to the hypotheticals I’ve been thinking about since I met him.
Being with Ryder is awesome. And hot.
He moves his hands to grip my hips hard.
His cock hits my prostate, and I can’t do anything but lie here and take it.
The room is silent now apart from our hard breathing. The counter is strong enough to hold my weight, even with Ryder pounding into me.
My ass burns but craves more.
Over and over again, Ryder thrusts into me, and over and over again, I’m taken higher and higher.
My cock begs to be touched, but Ryder’s unforgiving pace won’t allow me to move my hands.
My muscles spasm, my whole body coiling tight and waiting to be released.
“Lyric,” Ryder grits out.
His shirt is still silencing me, and I fear if I release it, I’ll let out a yell so loud someone out there is sure to hear it.
He pushes inside once more and stills while his cock pulses inside me. My ass clenches as if wanting to hold him in place.
Ryder’s body collapses onto mine, his head, wet with sweat, lands between my shoulder blades.
His hands are still gripping my hips, holding me in place.
Ryder’s hot breath lands on my skin. “Sorry.”
I release his shirt. “Don’t be sorry. That was amazing.”
“But you didn’t … you know …”
I move my hand and clumsily reach behind me to take hold of his and then place it on my hard and aching cock. “So get me there now.”
Ryder keeps his softening cock inside me while he works me over. He doesn’t bother with teasing or trying to draw it out. This is about getting me across the finish line the fastest way possible.
He trails his lips along my shoulder blade and brings his mouth next to my ear. “I love having my hands on you. Being inside you.”
I shudder. With him boxing me in, my body moves the only way it can. I writhe against him.
He nips my earlobe. “Come, Lyric.”
Oh, fuck.
My orgasm takes hold, my body rocking as it washes over me, but Ryder’s right there holding me in place while my cum spills into his hand.
He holds me while I catch my breath and become dead weight in his arms.
Ryder’s lips kiss the back of my head and my sweaty neck. His tenderness comes through in the way he doesn’t pull away immediately.