Page 36 of Eight Seconds to Ride

I pour a tiny drop into my palm, handing him the bottle back before lathering up my hands and bringing them back to his juicy, plump cheeks. I massage the soap into his skin, making sure to swipe along his crease too. As soon as I’m done, I raise to a stand, rinse my hands off, and then turn him to wash the suds off his body. The whole time, the air is crackling between us, the tension thick, my entire body tingling with anticipation, and when his eyes dip to my lips again, I can’t help myself.

Leaning in, lips a breath away from his, I smirk when he inhales sharply, waiting a beat before sealing our mouthstogether. As if it’s an automatic movement, his hands find my hips, holding me there. My tongue slides along the seam of his lips, and when he opens for me, I slip inside. He always tastes so fucking good, every time I kiss him. Shoving him until his back hits the side of the stall, I bring my arms up, palms planting beside his head, boxing him in.

We make out for a minute, our bodies now flush, his erection brushing along mine, the sensation maddening with our slick bodies. Pulling back only slightly, I smile at the dazed look on his face, brushing my thumb across his puffy bottom lip.

“I wanna fuck you, dirty boy,” I tell him, my voice taking on a husky edge.

Sterling’s eyes go wide, almost comically so. “H-here?”

Nodding my head, I say, “Mmhmm.”

“But… but what if someone walks in?”

“What if they don’t?”

“Shooter…” My name is a breathless plea falling off his lips.

“Sterling,” I shoot back before dipping my head forward and flicking my tongue into his mouth. He closes his lips around the muscle, sucking on it and making me groan. His eyes sear into mine as he does it, and when he lets go, I know I’ve got him. “Is that a yes?”

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Sterling Addams

Ohmygod…

My head feels light, dizzy. Probably from the redirection of blood flow all routing south into my painfully hard, throbbing dick. Shooter’s body is pressed flush against mine, and I’m certain that’s the only reason I’m still standing. Lack of blood flow to your limbs will do that, I’m sure. I’m no doctor or expert, but I’d imagine so.

Sharp teeth nip along my jaw, a sting that hurts so good, hips rocking into mine, an erotic slip and slide, sending bolts of pleasure to every corner of my hazy mind and my coiled tight body. Shooter asked me something… but in this moment, with his lips on my neck, his tongue mapping out every vein and tendon, I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. He’severywhere. I can’t think or breathe or do anything but stand here, against this wall, at his mercy.

Which, honestly, is probably exactly how he likes it.

A thrashing heat rips through my abdomen as he reaches around me with one of his hands, gripping a solid handful ofmy ass, squeezing and kneading. Images of him spreading my cheeks open, his nose dragging along my crease flash in my mind, and a whimper falls from my lips. It wasmortifying,but so, so good.How can an act that’s so embarrassing in hindsight be so damn hot?

Taking my earlobe between his teeth, he tugs, not so gently, enough to make me gasp, before his tongue flicks out, soothing it. “An answer, Addams,” he growls, the deep rumble vibrating from his chest into mine.

A shiver rolls through me, despite being not even a little bit cold. Quite the opposite, actually. I’m burning up, an inferno raging and spreading in my veins. A type of heat unlike anything I’ve ever felt before; not even the other night when he was on his knees for me in the camper, the fear of getting caught amping up every single sensation.

This is like that, but tenfold.

Swallowing thickly, trying to bring some moisture back to my desert dry mouth, I ask, “Wh-what was the question again?”

His deep chuckle slides over me as he pulls back just barely, fingers coming up to grip my chin, his blue eyes glossy and dark, bottomless, making me think he’s about as gone as I feel. I don’t know why, but I like that thought. That he’s not any more unfazed as I am.

“Me fucking you, right here,” he reminds me. “Yes? No? Maybe so?”

When he grins, all wide and bright, at me, it burrows into my gut, a flutter dancing around.

Am I going to let him fuck me? In a shower stall, of all places?Yes.

I nod with fervor, biting down on my bottom lip to tamp down on the anticipation and electricity buzzing through me right now.

Shooter shakes his head. “I need to hear you say the words.”

“I uh… Yes.”

A rough, calloused hand wraps around my hot, hard length, stroking from root to tip, a broken gasp falling from my mouth. Shooter’s lips return to my neck, nipping, sucking, licking, the sensation, paired with his hand stroking and twisting sensually on my cock, is almost too much. At this rate, I’m going to come before he even attempts to get inside of me.

Even more so when he brings his lips right up against the shell of my ear and tells me a string of filthy things.

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