Page 51 of Riding the Pine

“A little eager beaver are we, Scottie?”

He grins at me, it’s savage, heated, and verging on dangerous. “I can’t wait to eat your beaver, Bright Eyes.” He licks his lips.

I move to unbutton my shirt, but he growls at me like a feral beast. “Don’t you fucking dare, Athena.”

I can’t help laughing. “What the hell? So, you can strip to your boxers, but I have to stay fully clothed?”

“I have been dreaming of this moment for longer than you can imagine. I’m going to take your clothes off, worship your body, and make you cum for me so hard you’ll want to follow me to Ireland to make you cum again.”

His boxers are light grey and already have a growing patch of wet on them, but instead of shying away from it, he smirks. “Yeah. There’s every chance I’m gonna be a two-pump-chumpfor our first time, Bright Eyes. I’ve waited for this a long fucking time, and I’m pretty sure this is all a dream.”

He drags his fingers through his wavy brown hair. “Do you know how many times I’ve blown my load overnight because of you?” He pulls off a sock while balancing on one foot. “So many that I couldn’t even give you a number.”

He’s shameless, not at all embarrassed to admit what he’s saying, and there’s something so inherently hot about a man that just tells it like it is.

“Have you…?” I clear my throat, embarrassment making it tickly.

“Have I had sex before?” He awaits confirmation of my question, so I nod.

“I have. And rather unfairly to the small number of women I have slept with, I imagined I was fucking you, every single time.”

“You did?” My usually confident, unwavering voice sounds airy and breathless.

He nods.

“Did it help?”

He shakes his head. “Premature ejaculation isn’t generally something women enjoy, Athena. Even the thought of being with you had me shooting off before it was time.”

My whole body is hot, my head light. The way he talks about me with such reverence while also being low-key filthy is just the perfect combination.

His cock strains against his boxers that now have a golf ball sized wet patch right there in the crotch. I did that. Me.

“Are you a virgin, Athena?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“You’ve had cocks before.”

I love when he says cock. I nod as he stands.

“How many cocks have you had, Bright Eyes.”

He wants my number? Oof. I guess we’re doing this now, too.

I hold up three fingers.

“Three cocks?” He tips his head like he was expecting more. “Why so few, Athena? Don’t you like sex?”

The room is so hot I want to rip all my clothes off as I nod. “I love sex.” I do, there’s something so liberating about being your most feral and free.

“How many women have you been with?”

“Too many to count.” My nipples pucker at his question. He knows I like women; he’s not deterred or intimidated by the fact I like women. And my brain chooses right now to conjure up images of him and another woman making me scream and boneless in my bed.

“Then why so few cocks?” He seems to have noticed I like how he says the word cock.

“You know why.” I give him my most intense, don’t-make-me-say-it stare, but his returning grin is wolfish. “Say it.”

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