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Tyler Riley was like an animal that was finally let out of his cage. His lips tasted like whiskey and pure man. His teeth tugged my bottom lip, commanding more. I groaned, reaching around to grip that tight-toned ass in my hands. I’d spent what felt like an eternity looking at it, trying to get a glimpse, but my Aussie was shy. Though a peek in the locker rooms could never hold up to how it felt in my hands. Hard, perky… and fucking perfect.

Chapter nine

Tyler

Iwas on fire.

It was like the flames from the pit had absorbed into my skin and were burning for a way out, and the only reprieve was the broody Bostoner in front of me. I blamed the booze for giving me the confidence. The haze was strong, but it quieted the thoughts that wanted to take over.

Because kissing Hunter Graves was unlike anything I’d ever done. It was better than scoring a winning goal, better than the first feel of ice skates gliding on a freshly polished ice rink. No one had ever looked at me like the way Hunter was in that moment. Those dark, intense eyes locked onto me as if I were his sole focus. Like he hadn’t eaten in days and I was his next meal. He had forgotten the woman in his bed, and so had I. I’d completely forgotten that I was supposed to be nervous about being in the bedroom with a woman. Because she was nothing, and he was everything. I didn’t know this part of myself existed, and I wasn’t going to lie—it felt good. Our gazes locked, our lips milometers apart as if he just felt the earth shake too. His body pressed to mine, the kiss leaving both of us panting. Was this what it felt like to be with a man? Or was it just him?

Him.

I knew I found men attractive, but up until then, I’d admired them from afar. But one look from those crazed eyes the first day on campus had me diving into the water head first.

“Ty…” I knew he was going to check in, I saw him assessing me, waiting for me to freak out. But nothing was going to stop me. I needed this. More importantly, I needed him out of my system.

I dove back in, sealing my mouth over his. His lips were soft but strong, warm and all-consuming. The fact that he was taller than me was an added turn-on. The way he angled my head to maneuver me to precisely where he wanted me to be, had me gripping my dick painfully hard to stop my oncoming orgasm.

“Clothes,” I rumbled. I wanted them off. I wanted to touch what I knew to be a muscular chest, one that had tattoos over his pecs. The same tattoos that cascaded down his arms to the cuffs of where his jersey sleeves would sit.

Hunter smiled against my lips. “Anything you want, baby.” The pet name had my body flushing from head to toe. Fuck, why did that do it for me?

He took a step back and shed his bomber jacket. His Henley was quick to follow, hitting the floor. Then his ripped chest was on show, the dim lamp light enhancing every bump and curve. My eyes traveled all the way to the V that disappeared behind his low-cut pants. I groaned. I wanted those pants off. I knew he had thick thighs, and an ass to die for.

But my hands shook, torn between taking my own clothes off or ripping his from his body. As if he knew, his hand took mine and brought it to his mouth where he pressed a kiss to the pulse point on my wrist.

“Let me take care of you.” I nodded, completely under his spell.

He expertly worked his jeans open, my eyes studying the way his fingers turned his belt loose. Then the button popped and the zipper lowered. He shucked the denim, taking his CK briefs with it—and a purr left me, a fucking purr. I didn’t doubt anymore how I felt about men—about this man. His erection jutted out proudly from between his thighs, long, thick, and cut. I licked my lips as desire tightened my gut. Hunter closed the gap, taking my wrist once more, and guided me to wrap my fingers around his engorged flesh. We both moaned at the slight brush of my fingers against his velvety skin. God, fuck, fuck fuck. I am touching a dick. I am touching Hunter’s dick.

“How’s it feel, baby?” His breath ghosted across my ear, and I wasn’t sure when my beanie went missing but I was grateful for it. His hand curled around mine, helping me give his cock a tug. I felt its pulse, felt the perfect mix of hard and soft.

“So good,” the words tumbled out of me as I began testing the weight of him in my hand.

Hunter bit my earlobe, “Can I get you naked now?”

I nodded. “Yes, please. Fuck, yes.” The words tumbled out of my lips in a disjointed mess, a chaotic symphony of desire. I felt myself unraveling, succumbing to the allure of his husky, deep voice and the sight of him with his hand on his arousal.

“You have to let go, baby,” he said with an amused lilt to his voice. I let go—reluctantly.

“That’s it. Arms up; let me see the body I have been admiring for weeks.”

My arms raised like I was a marionette and Hunter controlled the strings. Somewhere along the line, my jacket got taken off—I didn’t care. I only felt myself get hotter as his calloused hands pulled my shirt over my head. Then those glorious hands mapped my body, dusting over my pecs. But I froze when he brushed my tattoo.

“Don’t touch that,” I growled.

Hunter nodded and true to his word, he moved on. I had to remind myself that I called the shots and set my limits. This was so unlike my first sexual experience that I found myself fighting back a sudden rush of unwanted emotions. I bottled them up and put them back on the shelf, returning my focus to the man in front of me. I focused on the darkness of his hair, the intoxicating color of his eyes, and the trimmed beard that felt like static under my fingers as I traced his cheekbones.

His hands landed on my belt. “Can I take your pants off? Can I touch you?” He pressed his lips to my neck as he fiddled with my belt, waiting for my consent.

“Yes, touch me. Fucking please touch me, Hunter.” He groaned into my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as my belt loosened. My jeans lowered, and his large hand cupped my dick through the fabric of my briefs.

“Fuckin’ oath,” I groaned, knocking his hand away to squeeze the base of my cock once more, staving off the orgasm threatening to race through my body.

“Mm, you’re perfect, the way your body responds to mine. I could come to that sound alone,” Hunter began to kiss down my abs, then his breath was at the waistband of my underwear as he lowered to his knees. I bit my lip hard, steeling myself to look down at him. My dick had already peeked out of the confines of my briefs, precome glistening on my stomach. I’d never been so hard in my life. Hunter’s fingers lowered the fabric and my knees buckled when he licked the liquid from my stomach. Hunter’s amused laughter fanned against my dick, his hand reaching around to cup my ass and keep me upright.

“Uncut…” he groaned. “Can I blow you?” I nodded sheepishly.

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