The unspoken words reverberated through my lust-soaked brain. Was he thinking of them, too, or was I so desperate to come that I imagined this wouldn’t be the last time? It didn’t matter. All I could think of was more, more, more.
And Ryder delivered.
He jacked me with a firm, skilled hand that had my eyes crossing and my cock leaking precum. Though better than nothing, spit was a far cry from lube. Ryder swept his thumb across my slit, gathering the fluid and slicking the way for his large hand.
He kept his gaze on my face, watching my reaction as he stroked me. The smug, self-satisfied tilt to his lips told me he knew exactly how much I liked his handiwork.
So I didn’t bother to hide it.
“Jesus, Ryder,” I said, breathless, as I grabbed for his hips to steady myself.
“You got a really nice dick, Alex,” he said as he tightened his grip. “Wanted to tell you last time, but well… you know.”
I could only grunt in response. My energy was focused on not coming too soon so I could prolong the incredible pressure of his hand coasting up and down my shaft.
“Fills my whole hand real well. Filled my mouth too.”
It did. I wasn’t small, and neither were his hands. The memory of him on his knees brought me closer to the edge.
He leaned in and spoke against my ear again as his free hand cupped my balls. “Bet it would fill my ass perfectly. Stretch me so well. Right to the edge of pain. Mmm… it would be so fucking hot.”
My hips bucked, and I gasped as his hot breath hit my ear the same time he tugged my balls and squeezed my dick.
Was he telling me he wanted me to fuck him? Is that what those dirty words meant? That he wanted my dick fucking his ass.
His hand sped, sliding along my dick with sure, fast strokes. I couldn’t keep my hips still any longer. I fucked into the circle of his grip as I clung to his sides and moaned like a damn whore right there in my place of employment.
“That’s it, Alex. Fuck my fist like you’d fuck my ass.”
The image of him bent over and writhing in ecstasy as he took my cock in his tight hole bombarded my brain. I planted my head against his chest and cried out as pleasure blasted through me, so sharp and intense my vision blurred.
“Oh shit,” I shouted as my body jerked, and I flooded Ryder’s hand with my release. He rubbed me through the orgasm, making a damn mess in my sweats, but I didn’t care. I sighed and let the pleasure twitch through me until I finally came down from the high.
Eventually, I uncurled my fingers from Ryder’s sides and straightened away from him. After one final caress, he withdrew his spunk-covered hand.
“Seems we made a bit of a mess of your sweatpants,” he said with that smug grin I was beginning to hate less than I had days ago, especially after coming so hard.
I snorted and ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah. Gonna be a fun ride home.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but…” He shrugged and smirked.
“Worth it.” I adjusted my sticky sweats with a slight cringe. Yeah, this would be freezing cold and gross by the time I made it home, but what was a little discomfort compared to a stellar orgasm?
“Hmm.” Ryder met my gaze and lifted his hand to his lips. He ran his tongue between his fingers and over his palm, cleaning the evidence of how much I’d liked his hands on me. “Tastes just as good the second time around. Glad my memory didn’t deceive me.” He winked, and it was so confident and cocky that my spent cock twitched as though it had a prayer of rallying this soon.
How was it possible that something that infuriated me days ago thrilled me today?
“Um…” I cleared my throat. “Seems like you’re feeling better.”
Ryder threw his head back and laughed. The sound echoed through the empty club, filling the desolate space with a sense of happiness. “Yeah.” His grin stretched wide across that gorgeous face of his. “I think it’s safe to say my night ended muchbetter than it started. So, thank you.” His voice lost any playful inflection. “For real, Alex… thank you.”
Conceited Ryder, I knew and could handle. Apparently, I had a pretty good grip on sexy Ryder as well. Tonight proved I could manage my way around Ryder when he needed to vent, but this version of Ryder? This genuine nice-guy routine where he thanked me with sincerity?
I had no idea how to handle that. It made this thing we were doing too real when it should have been nothing more than a bet.
“No problem,” I said with a shrug. “What are coworkers for if not to help when your personal shit is affecting your job?”
His frown almost made me cringe, or maybe it was my awkward attempt at lightening the conversation, but I held it back.
