Page 55 of Ride With Me

He looks away from my torso and up at me. “Let me get some supplies.” Then he leans down and traps my lower lip between his. He sucks gently and I moan in response only for it to turn into a real whine when he stops all contact suddenly and walks away. “Be right back,” he calls back.

“O-okay,” I stutter and swallow hard.

Hugh’s back in less than a minute, and this time he stands at the foot of the bed. He places the lube and condom between my legs and with his eyes on me like he’s as incapable of looking away as I am, he stares at every inch of me while he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

I feel more and more desperate to touch myself with every inch of skin he uncovers. Once he straightens, after taking off his slacks and briefs in one go, I see he’s just as hard as I am. The head of his cock is an angry red. I moan when he spreads the drop of precome down and strokes himself. I want him to do the same for me, but at the same time I know that if he touches me, I’m going to come.

I don’t want to come until he’s inside me, and I feel strongly enough about it to tell him. He smirks at my desperate words.

“Then you’ll only come when I’m inside you, sweetheart.” Hugh kneels between my updrawn knees and spreads them apart with gentle hands. “I’m going to make sure you love this,” he whispers, already laser-focused on my hole.

He drips some lube onto his fingers and proceeds to spend the next half hour driving me insane and testing my resolve to not come until he’s drilling into me. I’ve stretched myself before. I’ve used dildos, but it’s not the same. Not nearly the same as having a man as gorgeous as Hugh probing inside me.

He’s better than all my fantasies put together, and he’s here with me, doing all he can to make me feel secure, happy.

I pull a little on the restraints when he inserts a third finger into me. On his next pass, he must hit my prostate because I see stars. My back bows off the bed like I’m being possessed by a horny demon, and I know I’m going to explode if he doesn’t stop in the next second.

He does though. He pulls his hand back slowly but without hesitation.

“How do your hands feel?” he asks as he places his hands next to my torso and looms over me.

“Fine,” I whisper through clenched teeth. I want to come so bad, but it’s just not going to happen without a little help from Hugh.

“You didn’t even check, sweetheart.” He’s frowning slightly, so I concede the point to him and move my wrists in circles, make fists, then stretch out my fingers.

“It’s all good,” I tell him. “Promise.”

“And your feet too?” he asks as he leans down and makes my body come alive again when he kisses my nipple softly.

“Yeah.” I chase his mouth when he leans up—that felt so freaking nice—but forget all about it when he kisses my lips. I want to reach up and run my fingers through his rich brown hair. I want to feel the muscles in his back, grab his ass, hold on to his shoulders and bounce on his dick.

But the fact that I’m laid out at his mercy is also hot as fuck. The helplessness I feel when he leans up and away makes my dick twitch from how arousing I think it is.

He can do whatever he wants to me and he’s chosen to make my wishes come true.

I have to keep my mouth shut to breathe through the need, but I can’t look away when he rolls the condom down hisconsiderable length. Or when he shuffles closer and lines himself up.

I open my legs wider for him, and when I feel the pressure against my rim, I know this is it. He glides in with minimum resistance, though I still feel like I’m being stretched beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Hugh.” I can’t help but call out for him.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” he tells me, sounding out of breath. His hands glide down my thighs until he reaches my hip bones. That’s when he finally looks at my face again—and he smiles. As happy a smile as I’ve seen on him.

And yeah, okay, I haven’t known him long at all, but it warms my heart to uncomfortable degrees. To the point where I feel tears gathering in my eyes.

“Kiss me, Hugh.”

His smile softens and he does as I ask without question. He supports his weight on his forearms, next to my arms, and I naturally raise my legs even more. The restraints don’t let me get far, so I have to plant my feet on the mattress.

It’s frustrating, it’s fucking hot, and I love it even more when a devilish smile grazes Hugh’s lips.

“Ready?” he asks quietly.

“Please, God. I’m dying here,” I mutter through clenched teeth.

“Relax.” He closes the space between us and kisses me tenderly as he moves his hips back so he almost slips out of me.

I panic for a second, enough to get me to open up for him. He thrusts deep inside me at the same time as he strokes his tongue down mine.

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