Page 21 of Good Pucking Luck

“Bossy Harry is back.”

“Hayes.”

“Hayes.” It’s not the first time he’s used my name today, but he acts like he’s still getting used to it on his tongue. “It’s cute like you.”

I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to sweet-talk me. This was my idea, remember? Now are we doing this or not?”

Rylan grins, and it makes me a little weak in the knees.

“We’re doing this.”

He takes my hand, and I follow.

Rylan’s room is upstairs, a huge open space with a large sliding glass door and a balcony with a view of the ocean. It’s decorated in whites and light blues, a breezy, beachy look that surprises me coming from a tough, cocky, professional sports player.

He pulls off his shirt, and I try not to whimper at the sight of all that flawless, golden skin stretched across the kind of muscles I’ll never have.

Rylan grabs lube from his nightstand, then tugs off his joggers and underwear before flopping onto his back on the bed. My eyes immediately shoot to his ridiculously thick cock, and he chuckles as he gives it a slow stroke.

“Shut up,” I tell him.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you laughed because—”

“Your eyes say it all, cutie. You like my cock.”

“Oh my God. There’s something wrong with you.” I remove my shoes, trying to keep my eyes averted from said erection while he lies there, knowing how good he looks, and clearly not shy about being naked in front of others.

I take my time, a little more nervous to get naked in front of him this time than I was before. Nerves twist up my gut as I start with my shirt, then move to my pants, unbuttoning them as I feel Rylan’s gaze on me.

“You should put on a sexy strip show for me,” he says, making my head snap in his direction.

“Have you met me?”

He laughs. “I have a feeling you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re hot. You can wiggle your hips and poke out your ass for me while you get undressed.”

“Never gonna happen.”

“Fine, then just get naked and come here.”

That sounds good to me.

I hurry out of the rest of my clothes, cock bobbing and leaking as I rush to the bed. Rylan takes my hand and pulls me on top of him. I go easily—I’m a smart guy like that—and don’t stop until I’m straddling him. Rylan wraps one of his big hands around the back of my head and pulls me down, taking my mouth with his.

Like last time, I’m surprised that we kiss. I figured he’d want to get straight to the sex and then say our goodbyes, but instead, he’s sweeping the inside of my mouth with his tongue, one hand tangled in my hair and the other making a journey up and down my back.

It’s enough to make me melt into him. There was no kissing my first sexual experience, and the second was sloppy and weird. Malcolm and I kissed, of course, but he didn’t put his full body into it the way Rylan does, didn’t act like it was just as important as the main event, but rather a way to get from point A to point B.

I rut against him, feel his hard, hot length against my shaft, and already my body begins to tingle. Rylan nibbles at my bottom lip, kisses his way down my throat, then makes thejourney back up to my mouth again, hands still caressing, dicks still kissing, andGod, does this man know how to have sex.

I jerk back, and his eyes go wide.

“Is something wrong?”

“We have to stop, or I’m gonna come before I get to suck your cock.” And I really,reallywant to suck it again. There was something so empowering about it last time. Something that made me feel a hundred feet tall, knowing that every sound he made, every reaction he had, was because of me and my mouth.

“Quick trigger, huh?”

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