Page 41 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

Any lingering fog of sleep evaporated in a sharp wave of pleasure as Ryder nipped my ass cheek. I found myself prone in the center of Ryder’s bed, with my dick rapidly hardening between my body and his opulent mattress.

Strong hands grabbed my cheeks, pushing them apart, and before I had a chance to react, a warm tongue slid over my hole.

“Jesus… Ryder.”

I humped the bed like a damn dog as he slicked me with incredible skill. The man knew exactly what he was doing as he played with my rim, alternating quick flicks and long, maddening licks. But when he slipped inside, giving my most vulnerable place a deep tonguing, I nearly lost my mind.

“How can you be so devious and so amazing at the same time?” I cried before pressing my forehead into the pillow, nearly screaming my pleasure.

Ryder chuckled. His tongue slipped from my body. I immediately mourned the loss of pressure, but only for a second because his talented mouth trailed up my spine. He kissed, bit, and licked his way to the back of my neck, where he paused to suck and make me squirm against the bed.

“Again,” he rasped against my ear with a sleep and lust-roughened voice. “Let me have you again.” He settled his weight on top of me, slotting his lead pipe of an erection in my spit-slicked ass crack.

“Christ…”

“Please,” he whispered before licking the shell of my ear and biting the lobe. My entire body shuddered beneath him. “Next time, I’ll spread for you, and you can fuck me until your balls are dry, but please let me in one more time.”

There was no way in hell I could refuse an offer that good. I didn’t want to refuse. He didn’t need to beg for entry. Hell, I was two seconds from begging him to fuck me as hard as he had the night before despite the soreness reminding me we’d done this only a few hours ago.

“Yes.” I turned my head so my cheek lay flush against the pillow. “Yes, Ryder. Put it in me. Now .”

“Mmm… let’s see.” He remained mostly flat against my back, only tilting his hips to worm his hand between our bodies.

Thick fingers probed my hole. I flinched at the first touch, tender from the epic fucking I’d received, but within seconds, the discomfort morphed into need. He slipped a fingertip inside, and my ass clenched, trying to suck him farther into my body.

“Too sore?” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against my bristly cheek, making an audible rasp.

“No. Never.”

He spent a few minutes fingering me open with slippery fingers, I somehow missed him slicking up. I tried not to grind against the bed, but it felt so good, and my cock was so hard and wanting. “Ryder…”

“Fuck, Alex, you’re still soft and slightly loose from last time. I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is. I want you so bad, I can’t even let you fully recover from the last time.”

I whimpered.

“Do you like that?” he whispered against my ear. “Like that you have me so hot for you that I need to be inside you right this second?”

It was overwhelming to think of being desired with such ferocity. Overwhelming and fucking incredible. “Yes. Fuck, yes, I love that.”

We kissed. The angle was awkward with my head on the pillow, but neither of us cared.

Our mouths met in a sloppy dueling of tongues without finesse or chill.

All I cared about was feeling him inside every part of my body I could get him in.

Our stubbled chins abraded sensitive skin with a rough scratch. It was raw, powerful, and unrestrained.

It was hot as fuck.

As we continued to attack each other’s mouths, he withdrew his fingers and then shifted above me. I immediately felt the flared head of his cock seeking entrance.

“Do it,” I said against his mouth. “One fucking thrust.”

“Fuck.” The position wasn’t difficult. Ryder had to lift off me somewhat, but I remained flat on the bed with his hand gripping my side in a brutal hold. He did as I asked, shoving deep in one slow plunge.

“Oh shit, you feel so big like this.” The pressure was unreal in this position, with my legs pressed together and my torso flat on the bed.

He chuckled. “I am big.”

There’s the arrogance I used to hate, but now it turned me on so hard.

“But you’re also tight as a goddamn vise.”

A perfect fit.

The revealing statement hung from the tip of my tongue, but then Ryder shifted back, yanking my hips with him.

I was dragged to all fours with him behind me.

As he pulled me back, he thrust forward, drilling me with his cock.

My eyes crossed from the intensity of the movement as I scrabbled for purchase on the bed.

Ryder barely gave me two seconds to stabilize before he began hammering into me like he was trying to rocket me across the room.

His fingertips bit into my hips as he grabbed my shoulder with his other hand, giving him an incredible amount of leverage and complete control over the pace and depth of his thrusts.

Balancing on my knees and elbows, I rocked back to meet him each time he hammered forward.

The filthy sounds of slapping skin, which couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, combined with our ragged breathing and erotic moans to fill the room with a sexual symphony.

“Shit,” he said after a few minutes of pummeling my prostate. “I’m gonna come. It’s too fucking good.”

“Do it.”

“Not yet,” he ground out as he squeezed my hip. Then the feel of his hand disappeared, only to return two seconds later, wrapped around my cock in a firm grip.

“Yesss,” I hissed as he shuttled his fist along my slick cock with expert skill and a singular mission to shatter my control.

An intense tingle brewed in my balls three strokes in.

I continued to pump my hips back onto his cock as he jerked me closer to the finish line.

Within seconds, the tight coil of need in my core snapped, and I came with a shout that Ryder’s neighbors might report to the cops.

“That’s it,” he hollered as I lost the rhythm of my convulsing muscles. “Squeeze my dick. Fuck, this ass… goddammit.” He curled over my back, snarling and cursing as he lodged himself deep in my ass and came.

We rode out our climaxes together, the only sound a chorus of heavy breathing.

My shoulders trembled, and as Ryder’s weight on my back grew, I collapsed onto the mess I’d made all over his bed.

We both groaned as he slipped from my ass, though my groan was in part due to landing in the damn wet spot.

As he somehow managed to throw himself to the side and avoided crushing me into said damp spot, I experienced the oddest twinge of loss over our separation.

I’d never had sex without a condom, yet a craving to feel his load dripping out of my ass hit with so much force it stole my breath.

I wanted part of him left behind, as deep inside me as he could get.

What the fuck was wrong with me? That was some high-level commitment shit I’d never entertained in my life. And to want that with Ryder?

Insane.

Of course, we’d used a condom. “Oh shit… wait… when did you glove up? I didn’t even think of it.” The thought hadn’t crossed my mind in my desperation to feel him inside me again.

He kissed my shoulder, then chuckled as he rubbed my upper back. “Before you even woke up.”

I turned my head on the pillow to find him lying on his side beside me with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

“The first thing I saw when I woke up was you sleeping on my pillow.” A mischievous grin curled those swollen lips.

“Being the deviant that I am, I peeked under the blankets. Your naked ass was right there, and I instantly got hard. So I wrapped this bad boy. This way, I wouldn’t have to pause once we got the party started. ”

I chuckled. “And if I’d said I was too sore to fuck again?”

“I can pivot. There are plenty of ways to get each other off.” He winked.

“Ah.” I cleared my throat. “Well, thanks. I’m glad one of us was thinking.”

One blond eyebrow curved to a perfect arch. “Hmm, am I sensing a bit of disappointment in your tone, Alex?” he asked, voice thick with seductive suspicion.

“What? No.”

Yes.

Ryder scooted closer. “You sure about that? You sure you don’t like the idea of me emptying my balls in your ass without anything between us?”

My face heated. Fuck yes, I loved the idea. I just didn’t know why. “I…”

“Because I gotta tell you, the thought of pushing your thick ass cheeks apart and watching my load drip out of your hole after fucking it raw is very—”

“Jesus, Ryder.” If he finished that sentence, I was likely to roll over and beg him to do just that. “That’s too fucking much.”

His wicked grin grew. “I don’t think you mean that, but okay.” He kissed me. “I’ll back off. So, it’s Sunday. Do you have anything going on today?”

I blinked. How the hell did he switch subjects so easily? My entire body was on fire again, and that fire had roasted my brain to a charred, unusable organ. “Uh… two study groups on campus. One at noon and another from two until three.”

He nodded. “How about we grab some breakfast, then I can drop you at home after so you can get ready for your study groups. Then maybe I can pick you up after, and you can come with me to the LGBTQ+ youth center.”

The question slipped from him without hesitation, but he averted his eyes, and tension passed from his body to mine. Funny how he could talk about fucking without condoms no problem, but inviting me into his life made him uncertain.

Did I want to spend a large part of the day with him? Shower, get dressed, go out to breakfast, then reconvene to get a glimpse into something important to him? Something he didn’t seem to share with others.

The same warm feeling I’d been experiencing recently spread throughout my chest.

“Yeah.” I refused to acknowledge the thickness in my throat or the way his eyes lit up at my agreement, but it did give me the courage to say, “I’d really like to do all of that with you.”