Page 46 of Playboy For Hire

But I forced myself to take a breath and focus. I was older than Ryder. I should be responsible, not just tumble headlong into a hookup he might regret in the morning.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about kissing you,” he whispered. “Ever since that night. I just keep replaying it in my mind and I—fuck, it’s making me crazy.” He grinned. “In a good way. And whenever I touch your skin, I just…” He trailed off. “I don’t really know what’s happening, but I’m glad it is, you know?”

“Have you ever been with a guy before?”

He shook his head. “No. But I’m pretty sure I want the first guy I hook up with to be you.”

That stung a little. ‘The first guy.’ Meaning he naturally assumed there would be others. That I was nothing special to him. This was just exploration. Pent-up energy and physical release.

On the other hand, it wasRyder. The guy looked like he’d wandered off the set of a Calvin Klein underwear ad, and he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing me? And he was more than just hot. He was sweet, and kind—when he wasn’t being an idiot. He’d apologized for last week, and shown up tonight when I needed him, and who was I to complain that he wasn’t proposing marriage?

“Okay.” I smiled. “Just making sure.”

“Good. Because I like seeing you sure.”

He kissed me again, and I surrendered to it. His tongue was like silk, exploring my mouth, laying claim to it. I hummed in pleasure as his lips slid to my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. His stubble scratched my skin in a tantalizing way. When his hands tugged at the bottom of my shirt, I was only too happy to pull it off, and help him remove his own.

He stared at me for a second, and I had to fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest. I wasn’t embarrassed about how I looked, not really. But I’d also never hooked up with someone who looked like Ryder before. He might have been sculpted from marble.

But he put his hand on my chest, right over my heart, and pressed it against my skin. It was warm, but goosebumps broke out across my skin anyway. I smiled up at him, feeling shy, and he grinned back.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, and slid down the bed so he could worry the skin below my collarbone with his teeth.

“Oh, God,” I gasped when he got to my nipple, teasing it with his tongue, sucking it in, nipping at it gently. “Oh, fuck.”

Ryder slid his hand down my chest and stomach. My cock was pressing up in my pajama pants, and when his hand reached it, I moaned at how good it felt for someone else to touch me.

Not just someone.Ryder.

“Is that good?” he asked. “‘Cause I’m just going on gut instinct here, since I’ve never actually—”

“I promise, I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like,” I panted. He was still stroking my cock through the flannel. “But I highly doubt that’ll happen.”

There was a wet patch on my pajama pants where my cock had leaked precum. Ryder’s fingers slid to my waistband and slipped underneath.

“Still okay?”

I laughed in spite of myself. How was this twenty-two-year-old the most attentive guy I’d ever hooked up with? No one had ever checked in with me this much before. I couldn’t decide if it was frustrating or sweet.

“You need to stop asking me that,” I said, nipping at his lower lip as he shoved my pajama pants down to my thighs.

Ryder’s eyes went wide. “Wait, are you sure youdon’thave a fifteen-inch cock?”

A warm rush of pleasure filled me. “Last time I checked, it was closer to seven.”

“Nine at minimum.Maybeeight.” He shook his head. “Ewan doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Is that alright?” I was desperate for him to touch me again, but I wondered if he was joking now to stall for time. Maybe now that he was actually faced with another guy’s dick, he was having second thoughts.

“Um, yeah?” He looked at me incredulously. “I feel like I hit the jackpot. My first gay experience is with a guy with a giant cock. What are the chances?”

I pushed away the thought that Ryder was planning on having other gay experiences. I wasn’t going to think about that right now. Instead, I was going to think about the feel of his finger on the tip of my cock, collecting precum, then sliding down the shaft. His hand closed around it, stroking up and down in slick, hot movements, and soon I lost the ability to think entirely.

I was close to coming in an embarrassingly short time, but when he began to slide down in bed, kissing my stomach, then my thighs, I put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

He looked up, confusion in his eyes.

“Not good?”

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