Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“How’s this?” His other hand drifted lightly up and down my sternum, gliding over the sheen on my skin, teasing my nipples into tight buds while he wrapped a hand around my shaft and stroked me slowly.
“More in line with what I was thinking.”
“You want this dick in your ass?”
“Yeah. Shit. Tighter.” I arched into the friction. The fabric of his shorts was gonna chafe my ass, and I didn’t even care at this point.
“Every time we’re in the weight room, I think about doing this to you.”
“Less thinking, more acting,” I growled, and he chuckled as he glided a finger down my crease.
“No condoms or lube on me. I can go get—”
“Do we need them?” I interrupted, impatient as hell, as usual. “Neither of us has been with anyone else since our physicals. I mean, I haven’t…”
Ramsey barked out a laugh. “You know I haven’t. But…lube.”
“Spit is nature’s lube. Be resourceful, Ramsey, Jesus.” I stared him down in the mirror until we both cracked up.
The touch of his fingertips over my entrance silenced me quickly enough, though, and I moaned as he pressed the pad against my entrance.
“Let me in.”
I pressed back against him, and he worked me open with way more patience than I wanted him to have. By the time he shoved down his shorts, spread my cheeks, and rubbed the spit-slick head of his cock against my hole, I was whimpering with arousal, my dick throbbing in the air.
He breached me with the same patience, eyes glued to my ass, teeth clamping down on his lower lip with a satisfied hiss as I let him inside. “Goddamn this ass, Garrett.”
I could’ve listened to him say that over and over, the need and desire in its rasp lighting up my core and making me drip. “Fuck, quit being so patient. Do it hard.”
He glanced up then, a wild gleam dancing in his eyes as he smirked and jerked my hips back, sinking deeper inside me. The sting radiated outward, morphing into pleasure sliding up the base of my spine as he began moving, slower at first, bending his head to spit on his length, then faster, until he was slamming into me. My eyes rolled back in my head as the weights rattled in time with the smack of our bodies together.
I gripped my cock and let him fuck me into my fist, cursing with every thrust until pleasure crashed head-on into me with the force of a freight train. I gripped the bar again as my orgasm rocketed through me and I shot my wad all over the floor and the mirror in front of us.
“Fuck,” Ramsey gasped out as I clenched around him. He closed his hands over mine, our fingers lacing, the power of his next thrust bowing me as he let go and came inside me with a cry.
Neither of us moved for long seconds, and then he wrapped an arm around my chest, dragging me down to the floor, where we both sprawled, shorts around our knees, chests heaving.
“Think anyone would say anything if we did this at our next team-training session?” I asked when I could manage a full string of words again.
“Probably no one would notice you yowling like a cat.”
“Or you grunting out random shit like a caveman trying words for the first time.” I grunted demonstratively, and Ramsey laughed and reached out, gently swiping a drip of sweat from my forehead.
My skin tingled where he touched it, and warmth spread through my chest, a far more dangerous sensation than the orgasm I’d just had. Because I fucking liked the tenderness in it, liked how his smile had become drowsy as he gazed at me.
“I…” Couldn’t get enough of him, wanted to watch him make coffee in the mornings, and then follow him to the weight room, wanted the jokes and snide remarks, and busting each other’s balls. I was in trouble. First rule of FWB club was you didn’t admit feelings. Fuck it, no. The first rule of FWB club was you didn’t catch them in the first place and, Jesus, had I come in hot on the front end with that one. When Ramsey lifted an expectant brow, I rerouted, blurting out, “I’m supposed to go look at a bunch of houses this afternoon with Houston. You should come. I mean, what else have you got to do?”
“Besides cleaning the mirror?” We both looked at it and busted up laughing. Ramsey rolled to a stand and extended a hand to pull me up. “Yeah, I’ll come. Gotta make sure you don’t drive the realtor crazy with dumb requests like secret passageways or a slide instead of stairs.”
“Because I’m Scooby-Doo now?”
“If the shoe fits.”
“Okay, Raggy.” I rolled my eyes, then grinned. “Secret passageways would be cool, though. Don’t even pretend otherwise.”