Page 29 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

He shrugs, taking a step forward to close the distance between us. “A movie?”

My mouth practically waters from his delivery, laced with promises of something far dirtier than a film. “That does sound good.”

“Meet me down here in twenty?”

“Yeah.”

He leans in so close that I brace myself for a kiss, but instead he whispers, “Good. I can’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, grabbing my bulge as my dick swells. “Same here.”

“See you soon, Chef.”

“Yeah.”

We walk up the stairs together, parting ways to go to our own rooms. I lean against my door for a few seconds to compose myself. I don’t know why I don’t just go into his room, but maybe he’s right, and the thrill of potentially being caught in the living room is too delicious to let go.

Whatever it is, it’s enough to get me to the shower to scrub down. My dick is rock hard, begging for release, which is gonna make this interlude all the better. One day, I’m gonna ask him to fuck me, or maybe he’ll ask if I can fuck him.

My cock jerks as I slide a soapy hand over it quickly, then pull away before I get caught up in it. Ridley is hot, he has a dirty mouth and an incredible dick. I hit the hookup lottery for sure with this one.

I force myself out of the shower to dry off and throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then casually walk downstairs in case I bump into any of the other guys. Flickering light and hushedvoices come from the living room, guiding my steps, and when I get there, Ridley is splayed out on the couch, wearing nothing but loose navy blue sweatpants. Tracing all his tattoos with my tongue could be a fun activity.

He looks up and gives me one of his sexy smirks. “Fancy meeting you here.”

I chuckle, shuffling across the room to settle on the couch with him. He spreads his legs apart to give me space between them, and the scent of his bodywash tickles my nose. He reaches out and twists his hand around the hem of my t-shirt, tugging me closer.

“Get up here and ride my face.”

My stomach flutters as heat floods my body. “Okay.”

I scramble to get my shorts off, then I straddle his chest, stroking myself as he gazes at me with hooded eyes.

“All the way up, rabbit. I’m starving.”

ELEVEN

RIDLEY

After a long day,there’s nothing better than sinking my teeth into a sexy ginger, and there isn’t a sexier ginger than the one inching his way up my body right now. I sense his hesitation and search my mind for ways to help him relax and truly, completely let go.

Is it our pre-existing relationship that’s holding him back? Is it the location we choose for our hookups? Is it past trauma? Maybe all of it? I want to find out and unlock the cage he’s put himself in. I can just imagine what Wren is like with no holds barred.

And right now, I’ve got his pretty cock in my face. No time like the present. I slide my hands over his hips, gently kneading his flesh, my eyes taking inventory of everything from the way his chest moves, to his tongue wetting his lips, to his lusty gaze.

“You’re so hot, Wren,” I whisper. “You know that, right?”

He shrugs, not committing to an answer. That’s okay. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’s aware of how captivating he is.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands on you again.”

Wren nods, subtly rubbing against me as he straddles my neck area. “Here I am.”

With my hands planted on his ass cheeks, I tug him forward until the tip of his cock brushes my lips. He shivers against me, and the moan he releases when I part my lips and suck on his cockhead is stunning.

I knead his ass, hoping I’m convincing him without words to go hard and fuck my throat. He’s tentative at first, but then he leans over me, gripping the couch armrest to get the best angle before pumping his hips.

Nodding, I relax my throat, letting Wren have his way with me, drowning in requited lust. I don’t want to think about all the times I lay in my bed or stood in my shower, my hard dick in my hand as I fantasized about sucking him off. Now it’s happening, only it’s way better in real life. The brain can do a lot, but it can’t completely replicate the sounds he makes when he’s chasing his orgasm, or the warmth generated between two bodies, or the taste of his precum exploding on my tongue.

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