I collapsed onto his chest, smearing his cum between us, which would be revolting later, but I kind of loved it at the moment. You knew the sex was on another level when, instead of cleaning up afterward, you wanted to revel in the mess.
“No more than you,” I mumbled against his sweaty chest.
Alex closed his arms around me, locking us together. His heart knocked beneath my ear, still galloping a wild rhythm. My dick was still halfway in his ass, slowly softening. I did need to take care of the condom, but all I wanted was to lie there, surrounded by Alex’s warmth and scent.
The next words out of my mouth shocked me as much as they must have stunned him.
“Do you want to stay?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ALEX
Too many sensations bombarded my post-orgasm brain for me to process at once. My skin buzzed with electricity, extra sensitive as sparks danced along the surface. My ass ached already, but that one I’d expected after spending long minutes with Ryder’s thick cock tunneling into a hole that hadn’t been used in a long time.
Alongtime.
Not since my senior year of high school when I’d thought the constant desire to fuck my boyfriend meant we were in love and not just horny teenagers. I figured it out when we broke up two weeks into college, each agog at the number of men we could meet and sleep with.
My current life was a series of near disasters I managed from the time I awoke to the time I finally crashed at night. Kenny called me a control freak, but I had to be. If one thing went awry, the ripple effect made our lives difficult. Take my car breaking down. To some, that was an isolated event, an annoyance they’d take care of and then resume their regularly scheduled programming. For me, it meant I couldn’t get to work, take my mother to her appointments, or drive to class. Missing one day of work meant not buying groceries, paying utility bills, or meeting tuition deadlines. And the consequences grew fromthere. So, yeah, I tried to keep rigid control over my life, but as a necessity rather than a personality quirk.
Or so I told myself.
Bottoming represented a loss of control. It meant giving myself to someone who could make the experience unpleasant or painful. I didn’t do it often, especially since I typically fucked random guys few and far between. Tonight, though, I’d needed to get out of my head. I’d needed someone else to take the reins and relieve me of the need to think and plan.
Ryder and his impressive cock gave me that.
And he gave me a full-body orgasm the likes of which I’d never experienced. It shook me to my core. Moving forward, it would be hard to keep myself from dropping my drawers and bending over every time I saw him.
“Alex?”
“Hmm? Sorry,” I said as I stroked up and down the smooth, damp skin of his back.
“I asked if you wanted to stay.” Ryder propped his chin on my chest and stared at me with a satisfied grin and heavy eyes. “I can give you a ride home in the morning.”
What a terrible idea.
No. Say no.
“Sure.”
His smile expanded, and the damn thing must have been contagious because I found my lips curving in much the same way. We grinned at each other like idiots for a few seconds before Ryder whispered, “That was…” He shook his head. “I don’t think I even have words.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed as a lump rose in my throat. Clearly, I had a spectacular way with words as well.
“You okay? Did I hurt you at all?” Uncertainty crept into his voice.
I might suck at these conversations, but even I wasn’t enough of an ass to make him worry for even one second. “No,” I said with a huff of laughter. “You did not hurt me. You destroyed me, but uh… in the best way.”
Why did I suddenly feel nervous? Wasn’t that supposed to happen before we fucked for the first time? I’d been too damn needy to feel it then, but now I didn’t know what to do with myself.
His smile turned wicked. “Really?”
Leave it to Ryder to cut the tension with his ego. “Yes, really.” I pinched his firm ass, laughing at his yelp. “I’m sure I’ll regret telling you this later, but that was better than, well, any other time.”
His head is going to expand right before your eyes.
But it didn’t. Instead of gloating, he gave me a soft smile and stretched to peck my lips. “Good,” he whispered. “That’s what you deserve.”
