Page 40 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

ALEX

Too many sensations bombarded my post-orgasm brain for me to process at once.

My skin buzzed with electricity, extra sensitive as sparks danced along the surface.

My ass ached already, but that one I’d expected after spending long minutes with Ryder’s thick cock tunneling into a hole that hadn’t been used in a long time.

A long time.

Not since my senior year of high school when I’d thought the constant desire to fuck my boyfriend meant we were in love and not just horny teenagers. I figured it out when we broke up two weeks into college, each agog at the number of men we could meet and sleep with.

My current life was a series of near disasters I managed from the time I awoke to the time I finally crashed at night.

Kenny called me a control freak, but I had to be.

If one thing went awry, the ripple effect made our lives difficult.

Take my car breaking down. To some, that was an isolated event, an annoyance they’d take care of and then resume their regularly scheduled programming.

For me, it meant I couldn’t get to work, take my mother to her appointments, or drive to class.

Missing one day of work meant not buying groceries, paying utility bills, or meeting tuition deadlines.

And the consequences grew from there. So, yeah, I tried to keep rigid control over my life, but as a necessity rather than a personality quirk.

Or so I told myself.

Bottoming represented a loss of control.

It meant giving myself to someone who could make the experience unpleasant or painful.

I didn’t do it often, especially since I typically fucked random guys few and far between.

Tonight, though, I’d needed to get out of my head.

I’d needed someone else to take the reins and relieve me of the need to think and plan.

Ryder and his impressive cock gave me that.

And he gave me a full-body orgasm the likes of which I’d never experienced. It shook me to my core. Moving forward, it would be hard to keep myself from dropping my drawers and bending over every time I saw him.

“Alex?”

“Hmm? Sorry,” I said as I stroked up and down the smooth, damp skin of his back.

“I asked if you wanted to stay.” Ryder propped his chin on my chest and stared at me with a satisfied grin and heavy eyes. “I can give you a ride home in the morning.”

What a terrible idea.

No. Say no.

“Sure.”

His smile expanded, and the damn thing must have been contagious because I found my lips curving in much the same way. We grinned at each other like idiots for a few seconds before Ryder whispered, “That was…” He shook his head. “I don’t think I even have words.”

“Yeah.” I swallowed as a lump rose in my throat. Clearly, I had a spectacular way with words as well.

“You okay? Did I hurt you at all?” Uncertainty crept into his voice.

I might suck at these conversations, but even I wasn’t enough of an ass to make him worry for even one second. “No,” I said with a huff of laughter. “You did not hurt me. You destroyed me, but uh… in the best way.”

Why did I suddenly feel nervous? Wasn’t that supposed to happen before we fucked for the first time? I’d been too damn needy to feel it then, but now I didn’t know what to do with myself.

His smile turned wicked. “Really?”

Leave it to Ryder to cut the tension with his ego. “Yes, really.” I pinched his firm ass, laughing at his yelp. “I’m sure I’ll regret telling you this later, but that was better than, well, any other time.”

His head is going to expand right before your eyes.

But it didn’t. Instead of gloating, he gave me a soft smile and stretched to peck my lips. “Good,” he whispered. “That’s what you deserve.”

No puffing his chest. No joke about the power of his dick. It was just a sweet comment I had no idea how the hell to handle.

He kissed me again. “Let’s get cleaned up. It’s fucking late, and you’ve got to be exhausted.”

I was. The kind of exhaustion that invaded every cell in my body and made the thought of moving unbearable.

With a burst of energy he shouldn’t have had at three thirty in the morning after recently climaxing, he pushed up and off me. Our eyes met as the last inch of his soft dick slipped free from my body. My ass clenched in protest, and a tiny groan slipped free.

“Yeah, I liked it much better in there too.”

Another sweet statement I couldn’t process, so I didn’t bother to try. Mustering what little oomph I still had, I began to sit up, only to have a strong hand on my chest push me flat down.

“Stay. I got this.” Then he slid from the bed and walked—no, strutted—toward the bathroom, making it impossible for me to look anywhere but at his stellar ass. I groaned again. Next time, I had to get my cock between those luscious round cheeks.

Next time? Would there be one? Did I want one?

The water ran, and rummaging sounds made their way from the bathroom. A few seconds later, Ryder appeared with a damp cloth. Clean now, he strode across the room naked. His satisfied cock hung between his muscular thighs, big and beautiful.

Yes, beautiful.

My mouth watered at the sight. By now, I’d had him in my mouth several times, but he’d always been rock-hard before I feasted. The thought of going down on him like this, soft and sleepy, while he grew to full length between my lips had my fatigued dick attempting to rally.

He rested a knee on the bed, tilting his head. “You don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to forget all my good intentions to let you sleep.”

“Like what?”

He grunted. “Like you’re imagining sucking my soft dick to its full potential.”

Busted .

My cheeks heated, and he grinned. “Ah, so you were imagining that.”

Rolling my eyes, I reached for the washrag. “Give me that.”

He shook his head, batting my hand away. “Nope.” He crawled onto the bed and over to me.

Was he going to—

Yep.

Ryder kneeled beside me, running the warm, damp cloth over the mess on my stomach, then down, cleaning my dick, then—

“I can do that,” I said before he got to my used hole.

He quirked a blond eyebrow at me. “You’re not very good at letting someone take care of you, are you?”

That had me barking a laugh. “I don’t even understand the concept.”

Shit, why the hell did I say that? Ryder’s expression went from playful to sad in the blink of an eye.

“Ignore me,” I said, waving a hand. “My brain is already asleep.”

He pressed his lips together, and my stomach dipped. He wasn’t going to let it go. But then he lightly smacked my thigh. “Bend your knees.”

I did, with my face burning the entire time.

“Ryder…”

“Shh. This is how you let someone take care of you, Alex. You zip those sexy-as-fuck lips I often prefer wide open.” He winked. “But for now…” he mimed zipping his lip.

So I shut my mouth, and Ryder proceeded to clean the lube off my ass.

Hot humiliation washed over me. Who knew why?

Ryder had been all up in me not long ago, but somehow, this act felt more intimate than him shoving his cock inside me.

After a few seconds, my discomfort and embarrassment morphed into something deeper, something almost pleasant.

He stroked the back of my thigh with his free hand as he rid my stomach of cum and lube.

Warmth spread from under his hand up to my chest. It was then that I realized I had grown to like it.

I liked his hands on me, the concentration on his face as he made sure to be thorough, and the gentle way he tended to me.

When he finished, he folded the washrag and tossed it on the floor.

It landed with a wet splat. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as he crawled back up the bed and then lay on his side facing me.

His skin was so smooth and tanned even in January in Boston, thanks to the Caribbean trip he’d taken at Christmas time.

I’d never been to the Caribbean. Hell, I’d never been to a real beach, only a lake when I was a child.

Before Mom got sick.

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling heat rise to my face again.

Thank you for so many things.

“Anytime,” he said with a wink. He scooted closer until our mouths were close enough to share air.

This time, I was the one to lean in and kiss him—nothing too long or meant to ramp us back up, but a lingering press of lips. If I couldn’t put my complete gratitude into words, maybe he would feel it from my kiss.

I pulled back when my cock started to take interest. As much as I’d love to go for a second round, chances were, I’d fall asleep mid-fuck.

“Roll over, away from me,” he said before sneaking a final kiss.

I did as he asked. Maybe later, I’d wonder why I so easily followed his every order, but for now, not having to be the one to orchestrate every decision felt incredible.

As soon as I landed on my opposite side, he snuggled the length of his body against my back.

We fit perfectly, tucked together in all the right places.

His cock nudged against my ass, maybe half hard again, but Ryder made no move to indulge it.

His lips touched the back of my neck as he wound his arm around my waist and pulled me even closer before burying his face between my shoulder blades. “Sleep,” he whispered. “Shut your brain down and sleep. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”

We?

Who was this man I once hated?

“Okay,” I mumbled, positive it would never happen.

But I found myself lifting my top leg and letting him sneak one of his between mine as I pressed my hand over the top of his.

Lulled by the warmth of Ryder’s naked body, with the gentle thrumming of his heart against my ribs, I surrendered to the comfort of his embrace.

The racing thoughts I dealt with all day, every day, vanished, and I fell headlong into a deep, restorative sleep.

The next moment of awareness came in the form of a hot, hungry mouth trailing down my spine toward— oh shit —my well-used ass.