Playboy For Hire

14. Quinn

14

QUINN

I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Ryder stared at me, his eyes wide, and I knew it was a bad idea. Too gay, too soon.

“Not that we have to,” I said quickly. “I was just joking. Trust me, I’m plenty happy with what we’ve been doing.”

“Were you actually joking, though?”

Ryder took my hand and looked at me intensely. His gray eyes were amazing. So often they were playful, but when he really wanted to hold your attention, they became penetrating, and impossible to look away from.

I swallowed. “No.”

“Good. Because I would love that.”

My eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“And are you okay with top—that is, do you know—” I stammered to a stop, suddenly flustered.

“Do I know what the words top and bottom mean?” He laughed. “I haven’t been living under a rock, Quinn.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I just didn’t know if you would have—” I began, but Ryder shut me up by leaning in and kissing me.

“I’m just kidding,” he said when he pulled away. “But yeah, I know what those words mean.”

“Do you have a preference?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve only ever topped before, so I have nothing to compare it to.”

“You’ve fucked a guy before?” I asked, my stomach turning a sudden somersault. I found the notion both upsetting and incredibly hot.

“No, of course not.” Ryder brushed a kiss across my lips. “But I’ve done anal with women before. Though it’s probably a little different with a guy. Prostate and all that.” He grinned. “Does it really feel as good as they say it does?”

I laughed shakily. “It feels pretty good. But it’s kind of a big step, if you’ve never had anything up there before. So maybe tonight…”

“I should fuck you?” He smiled wickedly.

“Only if you want.”

“Oh, I want. I want very much.”

“Do you have condoms? I thought about going on PrEP, but seeing as how I’ve barely had any random hookups…”

“Yeah.” Ryder flashed me a grin. “Yeah, I’ve got condoms. Lube too.”

He climbed off me and rummaged around in a drawer in his dresser, then came back to the bed. He laid the lube and condom packet on my chest, then lay down next to me with a big exhale.

“Okay, Teach. Tell me what I need to know.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “You look like you’re gathering your courage to go spelunking or something.

He grinned. “Aren’t I? In a way?”

“You’re missing your headlamp and ropes.”

“I thought we already established we weren’t getting too kinky tonight. But if you really want ropes, I could go see—”

“Oh shut up.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, his stubble pleasantly rough against my face. I loved the taste of him, loved the feel of his tongue on mine. The lube and condom slid off my torso into the crack between us. I tugged him closer, and he swung a leg over my thigh, hooking us together. His hand moved to my cock where it pressed up against my stomach.

“Someone’s excited,” he murmured against my lips.

“Oh, sorry. Was I not supposed to be turned on right now?” I waved a hand across his body. “You work out so much because you want people to find you hideous?”

He chuckled. “Fair. I guess I’m just happy you’re as excited as I am.”

God, how did I get here? How did I end up in the bed of someone five years younger than me who was sweet and caring and utterly breathtaking. Everything I’d told Ryder’s parents tonight was true. I wished they could see how great their son was.

“That’s adorable,” I told him. “But there’s no way you’re as excited as I am. No fucking way.”

He brought my cock to his, stroking us together, and I moaned. I tried to keep it low, well aware that his housemates were downstairs. I kissed him again, burying the sound in his throat. I couldn’t stop kissing him, touching every inch of him, trying to meld my body into his.

When we pulled apart, my lips were bruised, and Ryder’s hair was tousled. I looked down hungrily. His cock was so thick. The first time I’d seen it, I wanted it inside me. A shiver ran through me. Tonight, I was going to experience that for the first time. Hopefully, the first time of many.

My lips moved to his ear, licking inside it and making him gasp. I nipped his earlobe and sucked it into my mouth, and he moaned. When my mouth moved lower, biting and sucking at the skin right where his neck met his shoulder, he moaned even louder, then said, “Fuck, stop, stop.”

I broke away, worried I’d hurt him or taken things too far.

“Everything okay?”

He exhaled, then ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah. Just…too good. I don’t want to come too soon. I want this to last.”

“I don’t mind making you come.” I grinned. “Speaking of which, I think you probably have precum in your hair now.”

He looked at his hand, then back to me, and laughed, “Oh God, I didn’t even think.”

“It’s okay, it’s a good look.”

“Thank God you’re attracted to idiots.”

“You’re not an idiot. You’re just running experimental tests on the sustainability of bodily fluids as hair products.”

“Like I said—you’re attracted to idiots. Anyway, the point is, I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”

I shivered again, and he must have seen it.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

“Totally. The only not okay part is that you’re not there yet.”

“Well, that can be fixed.”

He shifted off of me, and I sucked in my stomach at the feel of cool air on my body, now that his weight and warmth were gone.

“Here.” He took my leg and moved it on top of his, then slicked his fingers and brought them back to my hole. I gasped at the cold of the lube, and he shook his head, smiling. “God, you’re hot.”

I thought I might shiver the rest of the night, because Ryder kept flooding my body with new sensations. I’d spent my whole life thinking— knowing —that I was weird-looking. But when I was with him, just the two of us, naked and vulnerable like this, I could almost believe I was the man he saw.

He looked at me, a silent question in his eyes, and I nodded. He pushed his finger into me, and I sighed as it slipped inside, my body easing open to let him in.

“Fuck,” I whispered, closing my eyes for a moment. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone. Even longer since I’d been with someone I cared about. And even with Brandon, I’d never felt this comfortable in my own skin.

When I opened my eyes, I caught Ryder’s gaze and had to bite back the words on my lips. I love you. They appeared in my mind of their own accord, a fully formed thought emerging from my subconscious.

Was it true? Did I love him? I wasn’t supposed to. But looking into his eyes, I thought I might.

I pulled Ryder in for another kiss, smiling into it. I’d never say those words out loud. But it made me feel warm just to hold them in my heart. Ryder was good. And right now, Ryder was with me. I could let that be enough.

He worked his finger in and out, adding a second, then a third, as I relaxed. He was gentle, stretching me out gradually, until he could pump his fingers in and out without any pain, smooth and pleasurable.

“Fuck me,” I gasped.

“You sure you’re ready?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“That’s my line.” Ryder kissed my cheek with the birthmark. “No stealing.”

“Uh oh.” I grinned at him. “Guess I need to learn a lesson about sharing. You’ll have to give me something of yours. Show me how it’s done.”

“Christ, I want to.” His voice was deep and thick with desire. “Just give me a second.”

He tore open the condom packet and rolled it onto his cock, then slicked it up with lube.

“What position do you want to be in?” he asked.

I smiled. “How do you want me? Because that’s what I want.”

He pressed me gently onto my back. “How about just like this? I want to be able to see you.”

This had never been my favorite position, to be honest. I felt like it made my stomach roll up, and gave me a double chin. But Ryder leaned in and kissed my other cheek.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered.

I spread my legs wide, giving him access. He moved in between my legs, lining the head of his cock up with my hole.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Do you really need me to answer?”

Ryder laughed and pressed in.

He moved slowly, clearly trying not to overwhelm me. I was grateful for that, because God, he was thick. No matter how much prep we’d done, it was still a lot of dick to accommodate.

I breathed deeply, letting my body adjust, and when I nodded, he pressed in further. It was so fucking good to be filled by him. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. So much for being quiet.

When I opened my eyes again, Ryder was staring down at me with a look of wonder.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed.

“The feeling is mutual.” I laughed, delighted and surprised and yet not surprised at all—some part of me had always known this would be perfect.

“You’re so tight.”

He thrust his hips experimentally, sliding more of his cock in until he was fully sheathed. I inhaled as he pressed into me, the weight of his body keeping all of him inside me.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I exhaled. “Just go slow for a minute.”

“I can do whatever you want me to do. Fuck, you feel so good.”

He held himself motionless for a long moment, then slowly began to draw his cock out before sliding it in again. I breathed in time with his movements, feeling my ass stretch and give in to his cock. I felt complete with him inside me.

I hipped up off the mattress, matching his motions, loving the press and thrust. My whole body felt turned on, electrified. Even my fingertips tingled. It had been so long since I’d felt this connected with anyone.

As Ryder sped up, I let my head fall back on the pillow, taking everything he could give me. His cock created a rhythm that built waves of pleasure in me, and I could feel tightness building in my core. Then he shifted, his cock angling to press against my prostate, and I couldn’t keep myself quiet anymore.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I whined. “Fucking hell.”

I wanted him to know that what he was doing was working, and he grinned, hitting that spot over and over again.

“God, you’re gonna make me come,” I breathed. Was it a warning? A cry of triumph? I wasn’t sure.

“I want to watch you come,” Ryder said, his voice almost a growl. “I want to watch you come with me deep inside you.”

I whimpered, my hand moving to my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Pleasure mounted and tightened, pushing me to the edge, and then over. I came, spilling into my hand, onto my stomach and chest, even getting a few drops on him.

I moaned wordlessly as I rode the high of my orgasm, my brain turning off, my body filled with nothing but sensation. My hand fell away from my cock, lying limply on the mattress, and I groaned as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryder said. He reached down, swiped a finger through the cum on my stomach, and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean.

It was almost too much, with his cock still pumping inside me, but with the way he was looking at me, his eyes filled with desire and need, there was no way I was telling him to stop. So I took it, wave after wave of stimulation, until, with a final groan, Ryder’s thrusts went wild. His whole body shuddered, then stilled, then shook again, as his orgasm rolled through him. He pumped into me over and over, slower with each thrust, until finally, he came to a stop.

“Fuck,” he said. “Oh, holy fuck.”

He collapsed down onto me, his cock still lodged deep inside. The cum on my chest smeared across his body too, but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed me, and I could taste the tang of my cum on his tongue.

I don’t know how long we lay there, sweaty and hot, pressed together. Finally, Ryder laughed, a low rumble that I felt against my chest.

“We should probably clean up before everything dries and we’re cemented together.”

He pulled out of me, taking hold of the condom and throwing it in the trash. He handed me some tissues, then worked on cleaning himself up.

“I’ll be right back,” he said after a moment, pulling his boxers on and slipping out the door.

He was back soon, bearing a single glass of water and a clean towel. He handed the towel to me and took a long drink of water. I patted myself dry, then gulped from the water glass when he handed it to me.

“That,” he said with a grin, “was amazing.”

He fell back into bed, then rolled onto his side so he could fling an arm around me. He burrowed his face into my neck and pressed a kiss there.

“Yeah.” A lazy smile spread across my face. “Yeah, it was.”

I was still breathing hard, but it was wonderful just to lie there with Ryder in the dim, lamplit room. I knew I should make some comment about getting dressed, at least show I was willing to head home. But I was so comfortable with him pressed up against my back, the covers snuggled around us. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this safe with somebody.

Do I love him ?

The thought flitted across my mind. It seemed too soon. Too far, too fast. But the words felt right in my chest. I thought of everything Ryder had said tonight. How tender he was, how sweet. Surely those weren’t the words and actions of someone who just saw me as a friend.

I was breaking my own rule, getting attached to Ryder. But I didn’t think I was crazy. He had to feel something too. I was sure of it.

I’m not certain when I fell asleep, but I woke up a few hours later, Ryder still lying beside me, his body curled protectively around mine. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, then wriggled deeper under the covers. Everything felt so right.

The next time I woke up, sunlight was trickling through the blinds in Ryder’s bedroom. We’d rolled over in our sleep, and I was the big spoon now. My nose brushed the back of Ryder’s neck. His hair needed a trim. I inhaled deeply, the scent of him filling my nose.

My cock was also aware of his closeness, and it throbbed, thinking about the night before. I’d let Ryder fuck me, and it had been incredible. I wanted to find some way to show him how much I appreciated that. How much I’d needed it.

I contemplated a wake-up blow job, but we hadn’t talked about that ahead of time, and I didn’t want to make any assumptions about what he’d like.

But he did drink coffee, I knew that much. And there was a little coffee shop just around the corner on Georgia Avenue. With a smile, I slipped out of bed and looked for my clothes. This would be just the start of showing him how much last night had meant to me.

Out in the upstairs hallway, I paused for a moment, listening for any other signs of people being awake. One of his housemates’ bedroom doors was closed. The other was wide open, but there was no sound coming from there, or anywhere else in the house.

I walked downstairs and checked the kitchen and living room to see if anyone else was up. But the lower floor was empty, so I grabbed Ryder’s keys from the rack by the door and headed out, locking the door behind me.

The morning was bright and fresh, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked to the coffee shop. It just seemed right—everything in the world felt right, right now. I grinned at the barista as I ordered an iced oat milk almond mocha for myself and black coffee for Ryder, then tipped sixty percent.

I grabbed some biscotti too, because who didn’t like biscotti? Well, maybe Ryder didn’t, but then I’d have them all to myself, which I wouldn’t complain about. Unless that made me seem thoughtless, getting biscotti for myself and nothing for him.

No. I shook my head. I was being silly. Ryder wasn’t going to get mad. We’d never had a chance to talk about it before, but we’d have plenty of time for biscotti discourse in the future.

I hurried back to his house, stacking the coffee cups in my left hand and holding the plastic-wrapped biscotti in my mouth as I slipped the keys into the front door. I pushed it open, then stopped in surprise. Ryder was standing on the other side, like he was just about to leave the house.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, looking shocked.

“Mmm jstgf kva fss,” I said, then realized I still had the biscotti in my mouth. I removed it and tried again. “I got some coffee for us,” I said, holding the top cup out to him. “Here, this one’s yours.”

Ryder stared at the cup but didn’t take it. Then his eyes flashed back to mine. His expression was full of regret.

“When I didn’t see you this morning, I thought you’d left.” He winced, looking all most apologetic. “I wish you had.”