Page 47 of Playboy For Hire

“Too good.” I shook my head. “But I think we should take things slower.”

“Why?”

“Trust me on this, okay?” I tugged him up and kissed him again. “I just don’t think we should jump too far off the deep end. Not if it’s your first time.”

“But I already told you I want to. I want you.”

“And I told you I’d tell you if you did something I didn’t like.” I ghosted a kiss across his lips. “And while I would like that very much physically, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Then what do you want me to—”

“Let me show you.” I pushed him back so he was lying against the pillows. “It doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.”

Inwardly, I cursed myself for sounding like the host of a children’s television show.And now, boys and girls, we’ll learn a wholesome activity you can share with your friends!But Ryder didn’t seem to mind as he kissed me back, his tongue tangling with my own.

I slid a hand inside his boxers and got my own moment of stunned silence. Ryder wasn’t as long as I was, but he wasthick. I wasn’t sure I’d ever taken something—or someone—quite as girthy, and I suddenly hoped very much that Ryder was a top, because I knew I needed to feel him inside me.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed, running a finger appreciatively around the head of his cock.

Fuck, I wanted to suck him off. I was sure he’d taste amazing, and I wanted nothing more than to give him the best blowjob of his life. But I’d just told him we were going to take things slow. So instead, I brought my cock next to his, then slid a hand down to hold us both, wet from spit and sweat and precum.

Ryder moaned into my mouth, then onto my shoulder as he took my skin into his teeth. From what I could tell, he was close to coming too. I teased the head of his cock, gathering the leaking precum and using it to glide across our skin. My hand was doing half the work, but the feel of his cock against mine lit up every inch of my body.

His teeth bit into my shoulder, and I almost came right then. I was going to have a hickey tomorrow. The thought thrilled me. No one else would know, underneath my button-up shirt, butIwould know.

“Fuck, fuck,” Ryder gasped. His fingertips dug into the muscles of my shoulder and back. “I’m gonna come. Oh God, I’m gonna—fuck.”

The last word came out high-pitched and breathy as he spilled cum all over my hand, onto his cock and mine, and up onto my stomach. He released a lot, which I liked, and the slick of his cum only made my cock more sensitive. His little whimpers of pleasure and stimulation pushed me over the edge, and I came, adding to the mess between us. I stroked us both until I couldn’t take it anymore, and finally let my hand fall still.

I wanted nothing more than to lick my hand clean. That, or make Ryder do it, watch him taste the evidence of our time together. Hell, the thought of Ryder with cum smeared across his lips was enough to make my cock try to get hard again.

But I didn’t do that. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. I still couldn’t believe this had happened, but I wasn’t going to make it weird by pushing things too far.

Ryder’s forehead was pressed against mine, his hair slick and dark. I could feel his breath on my face as he laughed.

“God, that was good.” He sounded like he meant it.

“I’ll be right back.”

I kissed the tip of his nose, then slid off the bed. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, drank a huge glass of water, and pulled my pajama pants back into place. I brought a clean washcloth and a refilled cup back to the bedroom for Ryder. He looked dazed and happy as I handed him the cup, and I watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he drank deeply.

“Thanks,” he said, setting the glass down on my nightstand.

“Sure.”

I passed him the washcloth, then lay back on the bed, tired and satisfied and not quite sure what was going to happen next. Was Ryder going to spend the night in my bed? Go back to the couch? Or would he leave my apartment, having gotten what he wanted?

I closed my eyes and lay there, waiting for him to decide. But after a few minutes of silence, I turned towards him and saw that he’d fallen asleep, the cloth still clutched in his hand. He hadn’t even managed to pull his boxers back up.

Well, I guess that was my answer. For now, anyway.

I took the washcloth from him gently and set it on the nightstand.

“Do you need anything else?” I whispered, just in case. But he didn’t respond, and his chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths. He was out.

I looked around for my shirt, then wondered if that was weird. When Ryder woke up, would he rather see me half-naked, or dressed again? Should I tuck him back into his boxers out of courtesy? Or was that creepy, touching him when he was asleep? Should I get my own dick out again so we’d be on equal footing when he woke?

I didn’t have the energy to think through that tangle. All I wanted to do was pull the covers over both of us, lie back, and fall asleep.

---