Page 81 of Playboy For Hire

“Do you have a preference?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve only ever topped before, so I have nothing to compare it to.”

“You’ve fucked a guy before?” I asked, my stomach turning a sudden somersault. I found the notion both upsetting and incredibly hot.

“No, of course not.” Ryder brushed a kiss across my lips. “But I’ve done anal with women before. Though it’s probably a little different with a guy. Prostate and all that.” He grinned. “Does it really feel as good as they say it does?”

I laughed shakily. “It feels pretty good. But it’s kind of a big step, if you’ve never had anything up there before. So maybe tonight…”

“I should fuck you?” He smiled wickedly.

“Only if you want.”

“Oh, I want. I want very much.”

“Do you have condoms? I thought about going on PrEP, but seeing as how I’ve barely had any random hookups…”

“Yeah.” Ryder flashed me a grin. “Yeah, I’ve got condoms. Lube too.”

He climbed off me and rummaged around in a drawer in his dresser, then came back to the bed. He laid the lube and condom packet on my chest, then lay down next to me with a big exhale.

“Okay, Teach. Tell me what I need to know.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “You look like you’re gathering your courage to go spelunking or something.

He grinned. “Aren’t I? In a way?”

“You’re missing your headlamp and ropes.”

“I thought we already established we weren’t getting too kinky tonight. But if you really want ropes, I could go see—”

“Oh shut up.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, his stubble pleasantly rough against my face. I loved the taste of him, loved the feel of his tongue on mine. The lube and condom slid off my torso into the crack between us. I tugged him closer, and he swung a leg over my thigh, hooking us together. His hand moved to my cock where it pressed up against my stomach.

“Someone’s excited,” he murmured against my lips.

“Oh, sorry. Was Inotsupposed to be turned on right now?” I waved a hand across his body. “You work out so much because you want people to find you hideous?”

He chuckled. “Fair. I guess I’m just happy you’re as excited as I am.”

God, how did I get here? How did I end up in the bed of someone five years younger than me who was sweet and caring and utterly breathtaking. Everything I’d told Ryder’s parents tonight was true. I wished they could see how great their son was.

“That’s adorable,” I told him. “But there’s no way you’re as excited as I am. No fucking way.”

He brought my cock to his, stroking us together, and I moaned. I tried to keep it low, well aware that his housemates were downstairs. I kissed him again, burying the sound in his throat. I couldn’tstopkissing him, touching every inch of him, trying to meld my body into his.

When we pulled apart, my lips were bruised, and Ryder’s hair was tousled. I looked down hungrily. His cock was so thick. The first time I’d seen it, I wanted it inside me. A shiver ran through me. Tonight, I was going to experience that for the first time. Hopefully, the first time of many.

My lips moved to his ear, licking inside it and making him gasp. I nipped his earlobe and sucked it into my mouth, and he moaned. When my mouth moved lower, biting and sucking at the skin right where his neck met his shoulder, he moaned even louder, then said, “Fuck, stop, stop.”

I broke away, worried I’d hurt him or taken things too far.

“Everything okay?”

He exhaled, then ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah. Just…too good. I don’t want to come too soon. I want this to last.”

“I don’t mind making you come.” I grinned. “Speaking of which, I think you probably have precum in your hair now.”

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