Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck you,” he said, holding my head down on his crotch. I smiled as I mouthed his sexy bulge over his dark jeans. “You’re such a tease.”
I got back to eye level. “And so are you,” I said before I leaned in and playfully nipped his bottom lip. “Daddy.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Ryan said. I chuckled as I walked around him and out of our dorm. I heard him start to unzip.
“You sure you don’t want to have a four point nine rating instead of a five-star?”
“Yes,” I said. Even though I was fully rock hard and wanted to play with Ryan as much as he clearly wanted to play with me, I somehow managed to fight away temptation and close the door to our dorm. Ryan shouted a “Hold up!” from inside before he ran out to follow me. He must have tucked his boner under his waistband—same thing I did—because the obvious tent was gone.
“I’m fucking you so hard when we get back.” He reached a hand into the back pocket of my black shorts and squeezed.
“Good,” I said. Someone from down the hall opened their door. Ryan’s hand quickly disappeared from behind me. I couldn’t help but feel a slash of disappointment at that. I knew he was doing it because of me, and that didn’t make me feel good at all.
I sighed. Maybe after a night at Passions, I’d be ready to let go of all my hang-ups and surrender to my own damn passions. My feelings and attraction for Ryan were undeniable, so why the hell was I so bent on hiding it?
We got in our Uber and sat with plenty of space between us. But at one point, our hands met in the center, and our index fingers crossed, hooked together. I smiled as the driver pulled into the parking lot, dropping us off in front of the three-story building flanked by a tire shop and a sex toy shop.
“Look,” Ryan said, “you can get whatever rubbers you need here.”
I gave a loud belly laugh at that. “You’re so dumb.”
And I love it.
It was still relatively early—only eight o’clock with the sun having recently set—so we didn’t have to wait in any lines. We walked down the slightly faded red carpet and gave our IDs to the leather jacket-wearing bouncer, getting a stamp on the back of our hands and walking into the dimly lit entrance. There was a bar directly ahead, backlit by deep red lights. The shirtless and hairy bartender shot us a wink as we approached. I got myself a vodka pineapple, and Ryan got himself a beer.
Of course. “You’re such a bro,” I said as we walked over to a standing table pushed against a window. There was loud music playing and the smell of cigarettes coming in from an open door that led out to the patio.
“You don’t like beer?”
“Not really, unless it’s like an IPA.”
“Try this one, then.” He slid the bottle to me. I picked it up and took a sip. Surprisingly, it was good. I checked out the bright orange label.
“Okay, fine, you have good taste.”
“Obviously. I like you, don’t I?” My cheeks got all hot. I gave him a wink and handed him his beer. Our fingertips touched, sending tiny little bolts of electricity shooting through my hand, past my wrist, up my arm. I could trail the sensation all the way straight to my heart. I took a chug of my drink.
“This was a good idea,” Ryan said. He leaned on the high-top table, his forearms looking delicious. He wore a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A silver Cartier bracelet shone on his wrist. “I needed it after today.” That’s right. The fight with his dad. He hadn’t really talked much about it, but it was obvious he was thinking about it.
I decided to try my luck again. “Want to talk about it?”
He rolled his head, exposing his neck. Gah damn he was hot. I really wanted to kiss that spot between his jaw and throat.
“It’s okay if you don’t,” I quickly added. “I don’t want to pry or anything.”
“You can never pry, trust. It’s… I dunno, it really surprised me. My dad and I always got along. I know he’s done things that are shitty, but he was never a shitty father. I could genuinely say that. So him kicking me out of his office today really fucking sucked.”
I reached over and rubbed Ryan’s shoulder. He was normally such a smiley guy. I’d seen him frustrated over tests for his classes or exhausted as hell from rowing practice, and yet he always managed to wear a smile. I wasn’t sure where he got the endless well of positivity from, but I loved that about him.
Seeing him this tight-lipped and stern-faced made it clear that this really affected him.