Page 46 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

I haveno idea what’s gotten into me, but right now the only thing on my mind is getting absolutely wrecked by Ridley. I’ve wanted it since the first night I saw his incredible cock, but I was too hesitant to ask for it. Maybe I needed to make sure he was gonna be cool after we hooked up and that things at work wouldn’t be weird. I gaze at my reflection. Or maybe I just needed some encouragement to get to this point. Ridley’s given me a lot of that.

On the vanity is a wrapped toothbrush, and even though my room is just across the hall, I appreciate not having to run over there to freshen up. I start the water in the shower and brush my teeth, my stomach fluttering with excited nerves about what’s to come. I almost can’t believe this is happening, but it is.

I slept in his bed and it wasn’t awkward waking up in his space. Nothing is weird about spending time with him, and that’s where the potential pitfall lies. This isn’t forever. It’s a fun arrangement and a chance for me to find my mojo again before I enter the dating world as a single guy again.

Stepping into the shower, I let my thoughts take me where they want to go. Someday I’ll get my life together and I’ll find my own place. I’ll be ready to open my heart and try this wholerelationship thing again, but I’m going to be picky. The next guy I fall for has to be good and kind, smart, funny, and he has to want a real partnership. That’s the guy worth holding out for. In the meantime, I can let myself have casual fun with someone I never thought I’d bag. An older, successful business owner who looks like a sex god? He’s a rolling stone though—his words—so for now I’ll just enjoy the ride.

As I wash my body, paying special attention to the parts I hope he does soon, I try to imagine what it’ll be like to be with someone else this way. Sucking his dick was like doing it for the first time all over again. I was filled with excitement and newness, and overwhelming desire for it. Having him actually inside me might put my brain offline for a little while, but that dick is worth it. Pretty sure, anyway. From what I know about him so far, he’s not a selfish lover. I can work with that.

I don’t take too much time, wanting to get back to him, but as I exit the shower and dry off, I laugh to myself. I’m in a house with all my bosses, about to fuck one of them, and somehow this is normal to me. I don’t really want them to know, mostly because I don’t want them to look at me or treat me differently, but the lure of spending a slow Sunday with Ridley is too much to ignore. I’ll deal with the consequences later.

When I come out of the bedroom, still naked, Ridley is splayed out on the couch, gazing down at his phone. He looks up, grinning as he tosses his phone onto a cushion.

“Come here.”

I nod, walking over to him, my stomach fluttering and cock swelling with every step I take. He sits up, inviting me with his posture to straddle his lap, so I do, wrapping my body around his. Ridley is lanky and tall, with just enough muscle definition under all the ink, while I’ve always been described by the far less flattering word “stocky.” I’m shorter than him, but not by too much, and I find that I notch against his body just right.

Ridley slides his hands up my back and into my hair, then massages my neck. “Huh. I just realized something.”

“What?”

“We’ve never kissed.”

I sputter a laugh. “You’re right. I was too excited to get my mouth on other parts of you.”

“Same here, apparently.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Can I kiss you, little rabbit?”

Why does such a simple, almost sweet request feel ten times more erotic than him asking to blow me? A shiver moves up my spine as I nod, leaning in slightly.

A smile tugs at his mouth as he closes the distance between us, brushing his lips against mine before diving in. I part my lips, exhaling as his warm tongue tangles with mine in a slow, luxurious dance. I never let myself think about what kissing Ridley would be like, but if I had, it wouldn’t have been this.

He’s so… sensual. Like he’s savoring it.

I should have known though. He’s been like that with all the things he’s done to me. Why would his kiss be different?

His cock swells under me, notching between my ass cheeks, and I moan into his mouth, tugging his hair as I slowly grind on him. My cock bounces between us, sticky as it catches the skin of his belly, and for a moment I wonder if I could come just kissing and rubbing on the man. I’m tempted to find out, but the promise of him entering me lingers in the air.

Ridley moans, nibbling my bottom lip before diving in again and deepening the kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I move against him, close to begging to be filled now, but torn because I really don’t want this kiss to end. We could do both. We could kiss and fuck.

“Fuck,” I whisper against his lips. “Ridley.” That thought is almost too much to take. I clench my hole and reach down to squeeze my cock. “I need you.”

“Bedroom,” Ridley says.

I clamber off his lap, but before I get too far, he hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me close and claiming my mouth all over again. He walks us backward, and I trust his navigation. When the softness of his mattress meets the backs of my thighs, I sigh again. This is it. We’re in his bedroom.

“On the bed, rabbit. I want you on your knees, spread out like one of your beautiful meals, because that’s what you’re about to be.”

“Fuck.”

Ridley nods, licking his kiss-swollen lips as he pulls open the drawer on his nightstand, tossing a bottle of lube down, then searching deeper for a condom.

“No one’s been here but you. Did you know that?”

I shake my head. “Why?”

He shrugs. “It’s kind of a thing with me. Less hassle, no awkward mornings. But you’re different.”

My throat tightens slightly. “Different how?”

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