Page 38 of Eight Seconds to Ride

Ripping the foil with my teeth, I sheath my cock before peeling open the packet of lube I have, slathering it all over my length before closing the distance between us and bringing my fingers back to his hole, lubing him up properly. The soap worked fine for prepping him, but if I’m going to fuck him like I want to, he needs to be properly lubed.

His body is coiled tight, back muscles bunched as he watches me timidly over his shoulder. The way he looks at me unnerves me sometimes, like right now. His wide eyes pooling with molten honey gaze at me in a way that makes me think he can see right through me. Like he sees through the bullshit. Like he seesme.

This thing with Sterling, whatever it is, I don’t understand it. At all. I don’t understand this pull I feel to him. I don’t understand the antsy feeling I get in my gut when he isn’t around, or the flutter I feel when he shoots a look at me, or his arm brushes against mine, or he stands up to my smartass behavior.

It’s like he infuriates me, and sometimes I feel like I can’t stand him… but at the same time, I get this odd sense of pride when he throws it right back. When he doesn’t take my shit. Maybethatis what infuriates me, and not so muchhim.Either way, though, I’m not this guy. I don’t get fucking flutters, and I don’t text guys telling them I enjoyed our night together, and I definitely don’t have to sit in my camper with my hands practically tucked under my ass to avoid stalking a guy who clearly wants nothing to do with me.

When everyone was starting to trickle off to bed, and Sterling announced he was going to take a shower, it was visceral, the way I had to fight to not follow him.

That worked out really well.

I’m not this fucking guy. When I hook up with people, it’s rare that I even give them a second thought afterward. But something about Sterling fucking Addams has my mind all in a fucking tizzy. He’s always there, dead center.

Where’s Sterling?

What’s Sterling doing?

Did Sterling like that song I put on?

How can I get my mouth on Sterling again?

What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?

I just need to fuck him. Get it out of my system. Maybe after this, my mind will settle and I can forget about him. Well, forget about him as best as I can with us being on the road together. But maybe at least then, the urge to be near him, to inhale his heady scent, to breathe the same air as him, will dissipate.

Yeah, that’s gotta be it.I don’t usually have to wait and chase this much to get my dick wet. He’s a challenge. That’s all this is.

And yet when I run my gaze over his beautiful, lean, wet body, it doesn’t feel like just a chall—Nope! Knock it off, Shooter. Not fucking going there. Sterling Addams is simply an itch Ineed to scratch. Another notch on my belt buckle like he said a few weeks ago. That’s all this is.

Nothing more. It can’t be.

After working some more lube into Sterling, I withdraw my fingers and line the tip of my cock up with his tight little hole. He tenses immediately, something I notice he does a lot. Leaning in, I pepper kisses along his shoulder and the back of his neck, taking a moment to nuzzle my nose into his dark, wet strands, inhaling his scent. He may be soaking wet, but he still smells just as intoxicating.

“Relax for me,” I rasp against his skin.

It takes a few beats, but eventually I feel it, the way his body melts into mine. The way he bears down, trusting me enough to let me in. Giving me the control. With one hand gripping my condom clad cock, I use the other to hold on to his hip, steadying him, but also using my thumb to rub along his flesh in a way that seems to soothe him. I push forward, easing my way in until the tip slips through the first ring of muscle. He’s so fucking tight, I have to grit my teeth and breathe harshly through my nose.

Sterling’s hand flies up, grappling onto mine that’s holding his hip. His head drops forward, hanging between his shoulders, and I hear him drag in a sharp inhale of breath.

“You okay?” I ask, giving him—and me—a moment before I ease more of my length into him.

“Mmhm.” He nods a few times, letting go of my hand to plant it back on the wall. “I’m good. Just, uh, can you go slow? It’s been a while since I’ve, uh… you know, done any type of ass play.”

Even from back here, I can see how red his face is turning. I shouldn’t find his shyness as endearing as I do, but I can’t help it. Wanting to relax his nerves, I wrap my fingers around his shoulder, pulling him back into me and turning his face toward mine to fuse our mouths. His lips part immediately, asigh breathing into my mouth as I sweep my tongue along his. Sterling kisses me back with fervor, his whole body relaxing into the touch.

With each brush of our tongues, I ease a little bit more of me into his channel, giving him time in between to adjust. By the time I’m fully seated, I’m going out of my mind with need. The grip his ass has on my cock is unreal, and if I don’t pace myself, this is going to be over before it even starts.

Our lips break apart, and he rests his head on my shoulder.

“You okay?” I ask, listening to his heavy breaths.

He nods again, a whimper falling from his lips that I feel everywhere.

Sterling looks so sexy right now, but he asked me to go slow, so by golly, I’ll go slow. Even if it kills me. His ass is squeezing the hell out of me as I ease in and out of him at a maddening pace. With his head still resting on my shoulder, he turns to face me, dark, lust-ridden eyes locking on mine, brows drawn inward, and his lips swollen and red.

“You can go harder,” he breathes out, almost too quiet to hear over the sound of the water cascading down our joined bodies.

A smirk pulls on my lips at those four words. At the invitation, the request. “Yeah? You want me to be a little rough with you, dirty boy?”

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