Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I roll on top of him, grinding my dick against his through our underwear. He makes a sharp gasp of pleasure, his fingers bruising my shoulders. Grabbing onto his hair like I’ve been craving to do, I pull his head back so I can attack his neck with my mouth. He bucks his hips, moaning when I suck on the flesh near his ear.
“Fuck,” Ryder murmurs. “You feel so good. I need to…”
Pulling back from him, I stare at his blown pupils and parted lips. He’s so goddamn gorgeous. I rut against him, both of us hissing in pleasure as our dicks happily play together.
“More,” Ryder grunts. “I need to fuck you.”
His words douse the heat burning through me with an icy bucket of reality. I can’t be with Ryder the way I want to because Logan ruined me. I’ll never be able to let a man be inside me like that. Not only do I think my body wouldn’t be able to take it, but I think my mind might break.
“Hey.” Ryder holds my face with both hands, peering up at me. “I lost you. What’d I say wrong?” He winces and then mutters, “Shit.”
“It’s fine,” I hiss out, sitting up on my knees. “Maybe you should go.”
Ryder shakes his head in vehemence. He palms my dick through my boxers, squeezing just tight enough to make me groan.
“Fuck me,” Ryder says, eyes hooded with lust. “Fuck me like you fucked our little sister.”
My dick twitches in his grip and he smirks knowingly. I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips.
“You’d be willing to try that?” I ask, shock in my tone. “You’re not even gay.”
“I’m bisexual, apparently.” Ryder shrugs. “I think maybe you are too.”
The idea of fucking women is gross to me, but being with Raegan was better than good. It was amazing. There’s been a few nights in the past couple of months where I jerked off to the memory.
“Maybe,” I agree. “But still. You want to try it after what I just told you about…” Logan. I don’t have to say his name. Ryder knows.
“I know you’ll be gentle,” he assures me. “You’ll use lube. If it hurts, you’ll stop, right?”
I nod emphatically. “I won’t hurt you. It’ll be good for you. For us.”
“I trust you then. Tell me what to do.”
We spend several seconds just staring at one another. Is this really going to happen? Am I going to actually get to fuck my brother?
“Stay here,” I order. “Take your boxers off.”
He laughs at my hastiness to get to my end table. I pull out the lube, yank off my own underwear, and then crawl back under the covers with him. I set the lube down beside him and then move down in the bed.
“I want to make you come while I prep you,” I explain. “Can I suck you off, Ryder?”
“Seriously, dude? Do you even have to ask?”
I do, actually.
Knowing he wants it means everything to me. I won’t be like that monster.
Realization flickers in his eyes. “Fuck yes, Ronan. I want your mouth on my cock.”
My own dick jumps at his words. I pump it with my fist a few times before letting it go. I’ll get my turn. Giving him pleasure first is what’s important.
“What if someone comes in?” I ask, darting my gaze to the door.
“They’re all distracted with dinner,” Ryder murmurs. “We have time.”
Settling between his muscular, hairy thighs, I inhale his manly scent. He grunts when I grab hold of his dick, but his sounds become needy as fuck when I lick his tip.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Do that again.”
Grinning at him, I tongue the tip of his cock and then wrap my lips around him. His salty flavor tastes good. Like something I could suck on for hours. I bob up and down his shaft a few times to get him warmed up before pulling away. He watches with a hot stare as I pop the cap on the lube and then coat my fingers.
“Still okay?”
He nods. “Yup.”
“Relax. Clenching will hurt. Trust me.”
I go back to sucking on his thick cock, but this time, I tease his hole with my slick fingertip. His ass cheeks clench just like I knew they would. Rather than push him before he’s ready, I keep teasing his dick with my tongue, humming and licking and, at times, choking on it. My saliva is making a big mess, but he’s lost in the pleasure of it and doesn’t seem to give a damn.
“Ronan,” he groans. “I need…I need more.”
Nodding, I continue to tease his dick. This time, I slowly breach his hole. He sucks in a sharp, pained breath. I don’t move any farther in case it’s hurting him.
“All the way in,” he begs. “Fuck my hole with your finger.”