Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I glance his way again, taking in his body. When he first invited me in, I noticed his ass was looking real tight in those pajama bottoms. Not that I didn’t have an idea of what he looked like after working with him around the yard; it just hits differently when I’m sitting next to him, knowing it won’t be long before I’m intimately aware of Ryan in the way Simon expects—no, demands.
“Did you find the place all right?” Ryan asks.
“Huh?”
“Sorry. That was my idea of humor. Trying to lighten the mood.”
“Oh.” I smile and force a chuckle. This is so goddamn awkward.
My gaze shifts around his room. I’m wondering where these security cameras could be, and what kind of sick guy wants to capture video of his twin fucking around with someone. Of course, it’s not a stretch for the guy who hired me to fuck said twin. And it’s only one of the many questions I’ve had since my chat with Ryan in the woods.
I notice the condoms and lube on the nightstand.
I take another sip, then a deep breath.
Ryan pushes to his feet and extends his hand. I must be eyeing him strangely because he winces. “Your glass, Jonas. I was gonna put it up, unless you wanted more. Figure we should get to it so we can get to bed.”
I hand him the glass, and he sets it on the nightstand.
He slides his pajama bottoms off, exposing the smooth, pale flesh of his ass. I force myself to look at his cock, which seems pretty big on a guy his size.
It’s not a thought I’m used to having about guys…at least not until Simon proposed this job opportunity.
Ryan pulls back the covers and slides under them, sitting with his back to the pillow and headboard.
It’s my turn. Just need to do this.
I take off my shirt and set it on the foot of the bed, then unfasten my belt and pull down my pants, so I’m just in my boxers.
Ryan’s watching me as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. “Hey, no. Don’t do that. Just come here.”
As soon as he says that, I realize I’m shaking.
This is not gonna be sexy for him.
I slip under the covers, mirroring his position, my back against the headboard beside him.
He rests his hand on my thigh, stroking. His touch is warm, and gentle in a way that surprises me. I’ve never felt like this when a guy touched me.
“You good?” he asks, and after I nod, he slides his hand up my leg, traveling to my crotch, his fingers probing my cock, which is starting to get hard for him.
I’m kind of stunned, but I guess I shouldn’t be. That pill must be doing its job.
“Is that okay?” Ryan asks.
“More than okay.”
He smiles and rolls toward me, disappearing as he crawls under the covers.
He lowers my boxers, and then there’s a warm, wet touch—his tongue—along my shaft.
I moan, surprised by the sensation as he teases my cock. I’m rock hard before he engulfs it. I guess a blowjob feels like a blowjob.
He sucks and licks, taking me deep in his mouth, and I’m shaking, but now for a different reason. The guy knows how to give head.
God, it’s been a long time since I was blown. So much life bullshit has taken up my every waking thought. Hardly given me a chance to get relief. Maybe I didn’t even feel like I deserved to have that.
But now, under the circumstances, I give myself permission.
I roll my head back against the headboard, and as he keeps going, I reach under the covers, thread my fingers through his hair, and stroke gently. This seems to encourage him, his warm hand joining his efforts.
The pressure mounts, and my mind’s spinning. This is what it feels like being with a guy?
He pulls the covers off his head and lets my wet cock fall against my stomach, then takes my boxers and guides them down my legs, helping me out of them.
I notice his thick, full erection… I already thought his cock looked big before he got into bed, but he’s definitely a grower.
As he discards my boxers off the bed, he crawls up me and studies my face for a moment.
Is this about the guy I remind him of?
He straddles my leg and rubs his cock against it, mine rubbing against his hip.
“Are you okay with bottoming?” he asks.
Fuck. It’s a reminder that our little conversation in the woods didn’t cover everything.
“Ryan, I—” When we discussed his brother watching him, he mentioned mics, so I have to be careful how I convey this. “I need to top you,” I explain, looking him directly in the eyes.
He snickers, his gaze turning down. He must’ve understood my meaning; that topping him is part of my agreement with Simon.