Page 24 of His Fearless Guy

I’m not sure I want to admit what I’m thinking about. Everything has been so fucking good between us, and I don’t want to rock the boat.

“Are you pissed I changed our plans and agreed to hang out with the guys?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “I want to hang out with them too. Been a fucking long time since we’ve all chilled.” I’m not somecodependent girlfriend who’s jealous of him wanting to spend time with his friends.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just horny as hell.”

His cheeks tip up into a smirk, and those smoldering eyes burn right over me. “Then whip it out.”

He’s always so eager to take a grab at my dick. I reach inside my jogging pants, and can feel just how on edge I am. I’m as hard as steel and so fucking swollen. His hand takes hold as soon as I pull it free. A low groan rumbles from my chest as the sensations zip down my shaft. “Look at you. You’re already dripping for me.” Dripping more now at the gruff sound of his voice. The fact that it turns him on heightens my game. His head turns back to the road, but his grip is still steady and smooth. His thumb rubbing over my slit, back and forth, and around and around.

My hips start pumping upward to meet his strokes. I’m not going to last.

“Shit. Take me out,” he grunts.

He's got one hand on the steering wheel and the other on me, which limits his ability. I shift in my seat and reach for his waistband. I’m working to get him free when the truck pulls to a stop. “Fuck. A car is pulling up. Get down, dude.” I lower in place at the sound of his anxious voice. I guess it would look awkward given that I’m practically sitting in his lap.

His hand releases me, trying to get my head lower, putting me face to face with his cock.

He's dribbling seed from the crown, and my curiosity takes hold. My tongue comes out, swiping over it. His hips buck up and he lets out a gasped curse as his hand tightens in my hair. “Fuck!”

I do it again, eager to get the same response, only this time, his hand pulls me forward. Driving my head right in. “Quit fucking teasing and get your mouth on me.”

Goddam, I love it when he gets bossy and commands my will. I shift forward and suck his crown between my lips. The taste of his cum is almost addictive. It’s not even so much about the flavor, it’s about drawing the pleasure from him. Making him weep for me. I slide down lower, opening my cheeks, suctioning tight. Funny how there’s no repulsion or weirdness. In fact, it’s making me harder. Taya used to always have to use her hands and was barely able to suck the end of my dick, but I’m determined to take all of him.

I loosen up and take more. His grip is unrelenting, and his groaned curses are cheering me on. One last push forward and he’s shoved down the back of my throat, my lips at his base, his curly pubes scratching across my nose. I don’t know what the hell Taya was complaining about. Ryes has at least an inch on me, and my gag reflex isn’t even tickled. I slide back up, giving his head a thorough sucking before I take him to the back of my throat again.

“Jesus, Baylor. That mouth is going to cause me to wreck this truck.”

His grunt sets me off, and I’m bobbing faster, suctioning him with a force that I know will cause the hum in his balls. I do everything to him that I wish had been done to me. And he’s practically panting, his hand clinging to me, his hips fighting to fuck me wild. It’s all so overwhelming. My cock is making a mess of the leather seats.

“Holy fuck. If you don’t want my spunk down the back of your throat, you better pull off now.”

I suction down harder, wanting all of it. Every last drop is mine. And as I feel him erupt, his cock nearly cutting off my windpipe, my orgasm hits. It’s like a wet fucking dream. Better than the fantasy that had played out in my mind. I will never understand what the fuck Taya’s hangup was. Watching Ryes completely overcome was on a whole other level of sexy. Even if Ihad thought it was disgusting, I would have drunk him down just to feel the force of his pleasure. It made me blow my own load for fuck’s sake.

I push myself up, realizing that he’s pulled off on the side of a backroad. Guess it’s a good thing he pulled over because his orgasm rocked him like a typhoon. I tuck myself into my pants then reach down on the ground for one of his gym towels to wipe off his seat. I seriously can’t believe I came like a frisky teen.

He tucks himself away and pulls back out onto the road, heading to the basketball court. I sit back, trying to catch my breath. The silence between us starts to grow heavier as we get closer to the park. It feels like the tension is rising in the truck cab. I wonder if he’s pissed that I crossed a line. If he has a bone to pick with me, I’ll be reminding him that he’s the one who begged for it.

He pulls into the parking lot, and it looks like we’re the first to arrive. The guys probably stopped at home to change and grab a ball. The truck comes to a stop, and he shuts it off. He turns and I’m suddenly pressed against the seat. My neck in a vice grip. The anger seething in his eyes. “As soon as we’re done here, I’m putting you on your knees and fucking this throat again. And you don’t get to come until I tell you to. Understood?”

“You’re making me hard again, Ryes.” His hand tightens around my neck.

“I like you fucking hard.”

He pulls me to his mouth and gives me a dick-melting kiss before releasing me and climbing out of the truck. Now, I’m definitely stiff in the drawers again. And need to go rub some ice on my balls.

16

Ryeson

Two Months Later

“So, what’s the plan for prom? Do you guys want to get the stretch limo SUV and all ride together, or should we all just drive separate?” Chase asks as he takes his seat at the table.

I swear. This is practically all anyone talks about anymore. I’ll be so fucking glad when prom is over and I don’t have to listen to it. The girls are constantly talking about their dresses and the guys are always talking about the after parties. And of course everyone is wondering who’s going to be crowned prom queen: Cassie or Ruby. Personally, I can’t even believe Cassie’s name made it onto the ballot, and I’m positive Ruby is the shoo-in for the crown.

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