Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Playing for Keeps Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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“Garrett.”

“Uh-huh?” I bit back a smile as Ramsey twisted the sheets in one hand.

“I’m ready.”

“You’re almost ready,” I corrected him.

19

RAMSEY

I’d been missing out.

I’d studied Garrett a lot when he was beneath me, took in the sounds he made, the way his body arched toward me, trembled, and melted when I fingered him, then pressed my cock in deep. But feeling it the other way? The initial burn and stretch, knowing I had another person inside me, and the pleasure jolting down my spine each time he brushed over my prostate…fuck, I didn’t know how to explain it.

And he hadn’t even given me what I really wanted yet—his cock.

“Fuck me,” I begged. I’d be embarrassed by the need in my voice if I wasn’t so turned on.

“I think I might end up with a hungry little bottom on my hands.” I felt Garrett smile into my back before he pressed a kiss just above my ass cheek.

“What will you ever do?” I teased back, and he kissed me again.

“Give you what you need, Rams. Always.” My heart sputtered, an engine that had needed a slight tune-up, but then rumbled to life again under Garrett’s care. He meant sexually, obviously, but something about the rasp in his voice, about the low way he’d spoken, made me wonder if it could be more. But then he bit my ass, stroked my balls, and joked, “My very own bottom boy.” It was so us, and in that moment, it overpowered any other thoughts.

“Oh my God. Shut up and fuck me before this night ends with me in your ass again.”

I probably should have waited until we were home for this, but something about today—playing football with him, winning with him, the way he’d touched me in the elevator, and how his gaze lingered on me when he didn’t think I was paying attention—got me all twisted up and needy for him.

Too needy. While I knew I’d do my best to hide what we had, verbalizing earlier tonight what Coach had said made it more real. It was why I’d done my best to avoid telling him before. I worried he would want to stop this, that he’d say it wasn’t worth the risk.

It probably shouldn’t be, but for me, it was.

And just in case it became that way, I damn sure was having him tonight.

My bag was beside the bed, up against the nightstand. Garrett leaned over, still managing to keep two spit-slick fingers in my hole while he fumbled to unzip and tug the lube out with one hand.

“Need some help?”

“I got this. There’s nothing I can’t do if your ass is the endgame.”

I laughed. Cocky fucking G.

He did manage to get it, and poured some on his fingers before pushing a third inside. “Fuuuuuck.” It was different. I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t, but each time his fingers slid over my prostate, pinpoints of pleasure exploded into fucking meteor showers inside me.

“You have no idea how hot this is, watching your tight little hole stretch around my fingers. Knowing you’re giving this to me, that I’m the only man who’s gotten to see you like this, the only man to take your ass.”

“Yes to all that. Now start doing the taking.”

“Of course you’d top from the bottom.” His smile pressed against mine, and then his fingers slid out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty. He lubed up his erection, kneeling behind me. “How do you want to do this? Which way do you think you’ll be more comfortable?”

“You choose.” He was the experienced one, after all.

“Wow…can you say that again?”

“No, and don’t get used to it.”

Garrett didn’t laugh, though, his voice serious and steady when he said, “Turn over. I want to see you while I fuck you.” I wanted that too. I did as Garrett said, flipping to my back. He drizzled some lube onto my cock so I could stroke myself, then tossed it aside. “Legs up. Here, this will help.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my hips.

Our gazes held while I jacked myself. He was…fuck, he was gorgeous, so damned sexy that I didn’t want to stop looking at him.

Garrett placed my legs over his shoulders, pressed forward, the head of his cock nudging at my rim. “Push out just a little. It’ll help.”

I nodded and did, Garrett easing in. It felt like it had with his fingers, only different too, thicker and hotter, the rush of blood beneath his skin radiating out and into me. I couldn’t say it was perfect, that it didn’t feel strange, but this was Garrett, and I wanted him.

“That’s it…look at you taking my cock so well. You should see how fucking hot this is, Rams. See your hole opening up for me. You’re so goddamned tight.”

He kept talking to me, and that helped, the journey slightly easier, my body relaxing to let him take possession of me. And when he did, when his dick was buried deep, his groin against my ass, we both breathed out together.


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