Page 74 of Eight Seconds to Ride

We’re both so amped up right now, and I need to take it slow, because I don’t want it to be over before we even get started. We have all night in this hotel room, uninterrupted, just him and I, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take full advantage of that.

After I finish working the knots out of his shoulders, I have him flip over to lie on his back again. The sight of him, bare, relaxed, and so goddamn hard, is such a beautiful sight. Part of me wishes I could snap a picture so I can look back on this moment forever. The way he gazes up at me, his eyes such a rich honey color, practically overflowing with lust and need and desire for me. It all hits me so hard, my throat burns and my chest tightens. I need to be consumed by all things Sterling, andit feels like if I don’t, I’ll perish. I need him right now, and with the way he's sweeping his gaze over me, I’d say he feels the same.

The air between us is humming, my lips already tingling in anticipation, and when I dip down, bringing my face a mere few inches from his, his eyes flare, darkening to nearly black, telling me everything I need to know. Our mouths fuse together, his hands planting on my hips, mine landing on either side of his head on the pillow. Lips parting together, my tongue sweeps inside, gliding along his, and I can taste how much he wants me, how much he wants this. I lick into his mouth, lips moving against his with the gentleness he deserves. The gentleness I want to give him tonight that he didn’t get the first time we had sex.

When our lips break apart, we’re both breathing heavy. Brushing a stray hair out of his face, I take in his features, memorizing them. Cherishing them. “Tonight, I want to have a re-do,” I tell him, my voice quiet. Nothing more than a faint whisper meant only for him.

“A re-do?” The lines on his forehead crinkle with his confusion.

“I want tonight to be the first time you should’ve had. I want to show you how it should’ve been. How good I could’ve made it for you.” My voice is deep, gritty with the desire coursing through my bloodstream for him. “I’m going to worship your body tonight, baby. Show you what you do to me. Show you just how much I missed you.”

Sterling trembles beneath me, biting down on his bottom lip, his nails digging into the fleshy part of my hip as he leans forward, pressing his mouth into mine again. We proceed to kiss like we have all the time in the world. Like it’s our favorite hobby. We kiss each other like we couldn’t possibly imagine living without each other. We kiss until we’re dizzy, until our lips are swollen and slick. We kiss until I feel like I can’t hold on anylonger, until we’re both rutting into each other, desperate for more.

Reluctantly, I end the kiss, climbing off the bed in search of supplies. Sterling whimpers at the loss of contact, and it makes me smile. Reaching blindly into my duffle bag, I pull out the bottle of lube and the condoms I stashed in there. Tossing the latter onto the bed beside him, I position myself between his legs, uncapping the former, and pouring a generous amount onto my fingers. I lean down, closing my mouth over the slippery-slick tip of his cock, loving the taste of his arousal on my tongue, as I trail my lubed fingers through his crease, taking my time to tease him a little. The sweet noises coming out of him are music to my ears, and have pre-cum spilling out of my cock onto the bed. I’m so turned on, it’s insane.

Finger circling his rim, I sink down farther onto his cock as I apply more pressure back there. His body is so relaxed, probably from the massage, but it makes my chest swell with pride that he trusts me so much to do this for him. With his dick in my throat, my nose brushing along the thick, trimmed, dark hair at the root, I slip my finger into his hole, past the ring of muscle, andfuck me, his channel is hot and tight, and I already can’t wait to sink into him again. It’s been far too long.

Sterling hisses, and when I peer up at him, he’s already watching me, pupils blown to the max, cheeks flushed, nearly dry hair hanging over his forehead. Bobbing up and down on his length, I set a slow pace as I work my finger in deeper. I fuck him gently with that one finger for a minute, getting him used to the intrusion before I pull out, going back in with two this time. His body’s practically vibrating with need, and his little gasps fire me up.

Taking my mouth off of his cock, I sit up, focusing on really working his hole open for me. His legs are spread wide open, pulled back slightly, my free hand gripping him right wherehis thigh meets his groin. I crook my fingers ever so slightly, dragging along his prostate, eliciting the sexiest noise from him as he throws his head back onto the pillow. The tendons in his neck flex, the long column of his throat enticing as it’s extended, my teeth aching to sink into it.

“Oh, my God, Shooter,” he pants, hips rocking against my hand. “Please, please, please…”

I smirk. “Please, what, baby?” I taunt, knowing full well what he’s begging for, but desperately wanting to hear him say it. “What does my dirty boy want?”

“You know what I wa—ahhh!” I cut him off mid-sentence when I peg his prostate again. “Please!”

“Let me hear you say it, baby.” This fucker actually rolls his eyes at me, and I can’t help but throw my head back onto my shoulders and laugh. He’s trying so hard to appear annoyed, but everything about his body language is giving him away. “Come on…”

“Shooter… fuck me, please.”

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why I enjoy hearing him say that four-letter word so much. Probably because he insists on not saying it, so when he does, it sounds so much dirtier than it should. But fuck, it gets me going. A thrill shoots down my spine, and I have to wrap a hand around my length and squeeze to stave off the excitement.

“See?” Leaning over him, I seal my lips to his for a quick, but hot kiss. “Was that so hard? Don’t worry, Addams… I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never be able to forget me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says breathlessly.

Withdrawing my fingers, I apply a little more lube before going back in with three this time, doubling down on stretching him and working him open. “Let me see you stroke yourself for me,” I tell him huskily.”

Even though his cheeks flame even redder, he does it anyway, wrapping a timid hand around his thick, hard length, pumping himself while his bottomless gaze never leaves mine. I cannot take much more of this. I’m going out of my mind with need. Once I’m sure he’s stretched properly, I pull out, grabbing a condom out of the box and ripping it open with my teeth. He’s still jacking himself, lips parted with pleasure as he watches me roll it on and lather it in lube.

My heart is hammering inside my chest as I line myself up to his pink puckered entrance. Glancing up at him, I ask, “You okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I promise.”

“If it gets to be too much, tell me.”

“I will.”

Sterling’s hand is resting over the top of his thigh, so I reach out and take it in mine, lacing our fingers together, while I keep my other hand on his cheek, spreading him open for me as I begin to sink inside. Little by little, I push farther in, breaching the surface, and feeling him start to relax around me.

“That’s it,” I coo. “Just breathe. You’re doing so good.”

His hand squeezes mine, and he nods. He feels like heaven wrapped around me, and the farther I get inside of him, the deeper I know I never want to leave here. Not this room or this town, per se, butthis.Him. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but I started falling for him a while ago, and the distance and the time apart haven’t done a damn thing to tamp it out. If anything, it’s only amplified it. Showed how much I miss him when he’s not around. Showed me how much I want him, and only him. It’s something I never saw coming, but I’m certainly not even mad about it.

Sinking the rest of the way in, I let out a sigh, giving us both a minute to adjust—him to the size, and me to the sheer tightness and the heat surrounding me, making me want to finish already.I bring our joined hands up, resting them by his head on the pillow, using my other hand to do the same to the other one, before leaning down and brushing our lips together. He exhales into my mouth as my tongue surges forward, licking against his.

Slowly—so fucking slow—my hips begin to roll against his ass, my dick pulling out before sinking back in, the feeling ethereal, sparks of unbridled pleasure soaring through every inch of my body at the feeling of him wrapped tightly around me. The snug way I fit inside of him, like I’m meant to be here. Like he’s meantfor me.

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