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)
The TV volume was on low when I opened the door to our hotel room and stepped inside, Ramsey sitting on the end of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands dangled between them. The scent of soap was strong in the air, his hair still damp. He reached out and snapped the TV off as the door shut behind me.
“No one noticed anything, Rams. They were all wrapped up in their own shit. Ellis is gonna be sucking down Gatorades tomorrow. Probably shouldn’t be telling the team captain that.”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
I blinked. “Do cows moo? Do birds sing? Does Nance suck a fat dick? Does—”
“I want you to.” Ramsey rested back on his palms and inclined his chin, a clear request.
I stepped between his thighs, nudging his knees with mine to widen them. “Are you sure? It’s not like some step you have to take to have your bi card fully punched. It’s not for everyone, and I’m totally cool with that. If you—”
“I want it,” Ramsey interrupted me again, lifting his eyes to meet mine. No trace of his usual amusement within them, just an intent hunger that sent an answering thrum of electricity through me. “I want to know what it’s like. With you.” He took the hand I extended and let me pull him to standing. “What was your first time like? Actually, never mind, I don’t want to know.”
I skimmed my hands down his biceps, then worked his fly open as I brushed a kiss over his lips. Fuck, that I even got to kiss Warner Ramsey was still mind-blowing. His perfect mouth, how he turned into the kiss automatically now, familiarly. “Senior year of high school. Not long after that party at Ty’s. Right into the deep end. It kinda sucked, to be honest. I was nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
I tipped his chin up and searched his eyes. He was nervous. “If you don’t like it, we stop, simple as that.”
“I’m not nervous,” he repeated, adorably insistent, and nipped my lip when I grinned. “Quit looking so smug.”
“It’s not the kind of smug you think it is,” I promised, shoving his pants down his hips and fisting his cock. He dropped his head to my shoulder with a groan, hips swaying as I stroked him.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I hummed, sucking the side of his neck as I worked the buttons of his shirt open with my free hand. “Lie on the bed, facedown.” After pushing his shirt off his shoulders, I spun him around.
Ramsey hesitated for just a second, then crawled onto the bed and let me pull his pants the rest of the way off. I peeled my clothes off next as he watched me over his shoulder. “Okay, I’m a little nervous,” he admitted, making me smile.
“I already knew that.” I kicked out of my jeans and sank onto the mattress, catching myself on my palms inches above him and letting my naked cock glide along the crease of his ass as I kissed his shoulders, the nape of his neck, the side of his mouth until it opened for me and I found his tongue. He moaned with each roll of my hips, the precum that dripped onto his ass. “Don’t worry,” I rumbled the words low next to his ear. “I’m gonna have you moaning for my cock, just wait.”
“You have no idea about the shit I had to think about to avoid getting hard in that elevator earlier.”
“I didn’t even try.”
“You had me in front of you. That was cruel.”
“We both liked it.” I slid off the end of the bed and caught hold of his thighs, yanking him down as he yelped in surprise. Chuckling, I nipped his ass cheek, then spread him with my thumbs.
“Garrett!” he hissed, probably about to make some protest, so instead of answering him, I dived into his crease and flicked my tongue over his tight pink hole. “Oh God.” His thighs quaked as his hole clenched and relaxed under the assault.
Protest gone, just like that. But my work wasn’t done yet. My mouth moved over the tops of his thighs, the crease just beneath his ass, his firm glutes, pressing kisses and bites into his skin. I worked my way slowly toward his rim, softening his reflexes inch by inch. This time when I circled his hole with the tip of my tongue, he whispered out a curse but didn’t flinch.
I guided him a little farther off the bed until I could reach between his legs and pull his dick back, keeping it in my hold as I worked him over, hole, balls, the head of his cock.
“Shit, Garrett, shit.” That was the kind of praise I was looking for, and Ramsey’s leaking cock was making my dick ache.
“I want this sexy ass.” I kneaded his cheek and spread it wider. “This tight hole.” Ramsey groaned as I licked it, then teased my thumb around the rim, pressing gently. “Gonna let me in?” Maybe he answered, but I couldn’t tell what he said, just knew that when I flicked my tongue lightly next to my thumb and pressed more insistently, the muscles yielded as he hissed out a curse. “Fuck, you’re tight, and you’re gonna feel so fucking good on my cock.” I worked him patiently and stroked his dripping crown with my other hand, soaking up the ragged sounds of his breathing. “Wish you could see how hard I am watching you drip all over my hand.” I released his cock, still fucking his hole slowly with my thumb, and glided my slick hand down my shaft with a moan until my entire body vibrated with need. “Don’t even need lube, you’ve got me so worked up.”