Page 162 of Right Man, Right Time
“Yes, Ross and I watched. He’s really getting into hockey. He was texting Mr. Mustard throughout the game.”
Silas steps out of his pants right before I tug him onto the bed and have him rest against the headboard. I straddle his lap and sit right on top of him.
His hands immediately fall to my rib cage, his thumbs teasing my breasts. “Do you know how many times you wore one of these crop tops and all I wanted to do was lift it up to suck and play with your tits?”
“Every time?” I ask, drawing circles on his chest.
“Yes. Every goddamn time.” He lets out a steady breath.
“Did you ever think about me while you touched yourself?”
“Many times,” he answers. “Too many times than I care to admit.”
I flick my finger over his nipple and feel his pelvis shift under me. “I find it so hot thinking about you jerking off to the thought of me.” His hands reach up under my crop top and cup my breasts. “Did you ever feel satisfied after?”
“Never,” he answers, his voice growing deeper as my hips move over his. “I always felt like I needed more, that I needed the real thing.”
“You have the real thing now,” I answer.
“Yeah,” he breathes as I grind down on him. “And I’m trying not to lose my goddamn mind as you move over me. I can’t just sit here and talk as if all my brain cells aren’t disintegrating by the second.”
I smirk. “Then tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Fuck you. Hard. Fast. And then do it all over again.” He rolls my nipple with his fingers.
I chuckle and shake my head.
“What?” he asks.
“Winnie was right.”
“She was right about what?”
I pepper kisses along his jaw as he pinches my nipples now, causing a wave of arousal to shoot between my legs. “That there’s a post-game sex adrenaline you guys have.” I kiss his cheek, then his lips, then his jaw.
“There is, and if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
I chuckle and lift my arms for him to remove my shirt. “Well, fuck me then.”
He quickly removes my shirt, then rolls me to my back and pulls on my underwear. He tears them off and tosses them to the ground before spreading my legs and lowering himself.
“Hold on,” I say, pausing him. “I want you to put something on first.”
The confused look on his face is so cute. “You want me to wear a condom?”
“No. In my nightstand is a cock ring. Put it on.”
His eyes turn dark before he reaches and pulls open the drawer of my nightstand and finds the black cock ring. He holds it up between us and says, “Put it on me.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I have him sit back so I can pull his briefs off. When his erect penis comes into view, I can’t help myself. I dip down and suck in the tip.
“Babe,” he says, shifting my hair to the side so he can watch my mouth. I give him a few pulls before I release him and slip the cock ring around the base of him, and then with a smirk, I turn it on. His body jolts, and his hands grip the mattress. “Fucking hell.”
“Does it feel good?” I ask as I roll my tongue around the head again.
“Yes,” he says, his head falling back to the headboard. “Fuck yes, it feels good.”
Satisfaction races through me as I slip his cock inside my mouth. I feel the vibration against my tongue, and as I take him deeper, I enjoy the constraint I have on him, the tension in his thighs, and the stiffness in his body. Nothing is sexier to me than being able to make a man come from my mouth. I love having that kind of control. That kind of power.
