Page 43 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

He winks at me before reaching under me to massage my balls, my taint, and then ruthlessly circle my clenching hole with the pad of his finger.

I cry out, then bite my bottom lip, half hoping the walls are thick enough that no one heard me, but half hoping they did. I must have some hidden exhibitionism kink I wasn’t aware of.

“Give it to me,” Ridley whispers, pulling off me for just a second before swallowing me whole again.

“You want my cum?” I ask, surprising myself slightly.

“Mmm.” Ridley nods as he holds my gaze and digs his fingers into my thigh. He swallows around me, and that does me in.

I cry out his name as the first sticky rope of cum shoots from my cock, leaving me almost lightheaded, like the pressure has been building for years rather than hours. Ridley drinks me down like a parched man given water, sucking me until I’m flinching and pushing his head.

When he pops off, he lays his head on my thigh, stroking my stomach lightly with his fingertips, and I’m left floating back to earth after such an incredible high.

“You’re so damn delicious, rabbit,” Ridley murmurs. “My favorite flavor.”

I twist my fingers in his hair, pausing for a second as his words wash over me. I don’t want to look too much into it—it’s post-orgasm chatter, after all—but damn, it feels so good to be appreciated and desired, even if it is temporary.

I stir beneath him, but he clings tighter. “Stay awhile.”

My breath catches. Does he want to talk? Does he want to mess around more? “For?”

Ridley lifts his head, his signature smirk spreading across his lips. “A movie.”

I search his eyes for a second before nodding. I don’t really want to go back to my room yet anyway.

“Sure. I’ll stay.”

SEVENTEEN

RIDLEY

We actually stumbledon a good movie tonight, so more than an hour passes with silence between us as we take in the intense thriller on the screen. Having Wren tucked into me, his arm draped across my chest, is fucking nice. I could get used to it, even though I know I shouldn’t.

By the time the movie reaches its climactic ending, it’s nearly four in the morning. My eyes burn with the need for sleep, but between the movie and the man in my arms, it’s not happening. Wren stretches against me, playfully biting my arm before he tilts his head up.

“That was pretty good.”

“It was.”

He yawns, then chuckles. “I’m tired but awake.”

“Same.”

Wren searches my eyes for a moment then looks slightly uncomfortable. “I guess I should go to my room.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No?”

I shake my head. “I’m okay with this if you are.”

The expression on his face shifts from panic to resolve as he sinks into my mattress. “Maybe one more movie. A short one.”

“Yeah, one more movie.”

I click the button on the remote to choose the next movie suggested on screen, then wrap my arm around Wren a little tighter, smiling when he snuggles closer instead of putting distance between us.

As we watch, my mind drifts off, lingering in the space between asleep and alert, and I finally give in, lulled to sleep by the comfort of it all.

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