“Yes. My bed?”
“Show me.”
Along the way, we managed to strip off what remained of our clothing, so when we landed on his bed, we were both naked and hard. His skin was rough satin under my hands, and I wanted to feel all of it. To taste all of him. Kissing my way down his body, I reveled in his panting breaths. Then I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, lapping off the salty droplet there. He writhed under me, whimpering and burying his hands in my hair, tugging hard, but I didn’t mind. At this point, everything felt amazing, and my head bobbed faster and faster, egged on by his pleas and groans.
The hot spurt of cum on my tongue, swallowing it down, my own cock was hard enough to break. I’d never been with anyone I wanted so much.
“I have lube,” he panted, “and condoms in the bedside drawer.”
“On it.” Crawling up the bed, I found the items and sat back to prepare us both. First, I rolled a condom over my stiff cock then popped the tube open and squirted a glob into my hand. Kissing any part of him I could reach, I coated the condom first then slid one, two, three fingers into his hole. Tight fit, but he was soon slippery with lube, and I replaced my fingers with the condom-clad cock.
His body was hot and tight and I eased inside, moving slowly until he complained then drove all the way in, gripping his hips to hold him in place as he bucked under me. Again and again, I plunged all the way, balls deep.
“So good,” I groaned. “How do you do that?”
“I’m not doing anything,” he replied. “Just lying here.”
“No, you’re not. You are milking the life out of me in the best possible way.”
“Mmm. I like how you put that.” He bucked again. “And where you putthat.”
I wouldn’t have been human if that didn’t make me come. Shuddering and calling out his name.
This little did big in a big way.
No, it didn’t make a lot of sense even when I thought it, but I knew what it meant. Rolling to the side, I took off the condom, tied a knot in it, and dropped it into the waste basket next to the nightstand.
Then I took Ridge in my arms and held him close.
“Are you staying all night?” he asked.
“Only if you want me to. I don’t want to be too much trouble.”
“Wasn’t that my line?”
I squeezed him tight. “I think it was.”
Chapter Eleven
Ridge
I woke to a sweet kiss on my cheek and a, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Sleep more,” I mumbled, and he pulled me closer and I fell back asleep in his arms.
Last night had been the perfect date. We ate. We talked. We orgasmed. I couldn’t think of a date much better than that. It had also been exhausting, and I welcomed the extra sleep.
The next time I woke up, I was in bed alone, and my shower was going. I felt guilty because I hadn’t warned him how short the showers needed to be before the water turned to Antarctic temps. When he came out, the poor man was shivering.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think to mention it.”
“It’s fine for me, but you do that every day?” He looked appalled and, to be fair, it was appalling.
“No. I know how to take the world’s fastest showers. One of the trade-offs for the location.”
“It feels like there are more trade-offs than positives.”
Unlike when my brother made comments about my place, Memphis wasn’t being snobby or looking down on it. He was thinking of me and how living here might have extra obstacles.
