Occasionally, his gaze would drift my way and linger for a second, crackling with heat, before he seemed to realize where his attention had settled. I felt a twinge in my gut each time he ripped his focus away.
He strode over to me once the glasses were back on the shelf, and fuck, if I could look anywhere but at the swell in his sweats. He’d sucked me off, listened to my problems, and provided advice, all without an ounce of relief for himself.
I stood and stepped in front of him before he could reach for his coat at the table, palming his hard dick through his sweats.
“Shit, Ryder,” he said as his steps faltered, and he grabbed my upper arms for support. His pupils grew three sizes. “What… ah… what are you doing?”
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.
For listening.
For letting me out of the bet.
For your mouth on my cock.
“Ryder… what are you doing?”
“You’re hard,” I whispered. “I can fix it. Simple as that.”
I drew back and met his searching gaze.
He seemed to war with himself, which I responded to with a firm squeeze.
His hips bucked into my hold. “Fuck it,” he said with a groan. “If you want to fix it, get your damn hand in my pants.”
Well, damn, bossy Alex had my full attention.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ALEX
This was a terrible idea. The bet concluded. We blew each other, Ryder lost, and I told him he didn’t have to quit.
That should have been the end, but then he had to go and get all chatty on me. Now I knew things about him. Things others didn’t know. Things that made him human and likable. It was one thing for him to be so hot when I hated him. Hot and likable spelled trouble.
And trouble had found me. My dick, in particular, wouldn’t let me walk away, no matter how advisable.
He pressed the heel of his hand against my aching erection with the perfect amount of pressure to make me needy as hell. I loved giving head, and sucking Ryder was no exception. It had gotten me hard and ready to fuck. I’d resigned myself to going home and rubbing one out the way he’d done at Parker’s, but the offer of another man’s hand was too good to pass up.
“Demanding,” Ryder said with a smirk as he slid his hand into my sweats’ waistband. The second his hand wrapped around me, he barked out a laugh that eclipsed my groan. His hand was warm, strong, and surprisingly rough, considering where he came from.
“Commando, huh?” he asked as he stroked me. The little shit had to be loving throwing that back in my face.
I smirked. A flush of heat worked its way up my torso. Already, after one dry stroke, my knees were wobbling, and my balls were heavy. “After being in those tight-ass shorts for hours, I need the freedom.”
He tilted his head back, laughing at how I parroted what he’d said to me.
“Who knew fucking around with you would be so much fun?”
“It’d be more fun if you weren’t dry rubbing my dick,” I said with a grunt as the friction closed in on sandpaper rough.
“Like I said…. demanding.” He withdrew his hand and the loss had me immediately scowling, which only made him chuckle. “Of course, I think this is one demand I can happily carry out.” He licked the flat of his palm with a long, slow, seductive slide of his tongue while locking eyes with me, and my damn dick felt it through the ether. “Hmm, not wet enough.” He worked his jaw, then spit in his palm.
“Shit,” I panted as he returned his hand to my cock and resumed stroking with his spit easing the glide. “You’re filthy.”
“You have no idea,” he whispered against my ear as he increased the pressure on my cock. “We’ve only scratched the surface.”
So far.
