Ride With Me

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

SAGE

I’m playing with fire, I know that. But fuck, Rocco is sexy as fuck with a big dick that I want filling my hole. As my fingers stroke him through his wet pants, I look him over. He’s fucking hot—brown, almost black hair, deeply tan skin, straight nose, plump mouth and those gray eyes. I could look at him all day.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he practically growls. I watch the exit for my place go past and I smile. I’m definitely down to play.

“No a chance, daddy,” I whisper.

His dark chuckle sends a shiver over my skin that has nothing to do with my drenched clothes. “Sit back and put your seat belt on, boy. Warm up while I get us home. Then you’re mine.”

Another shiver trickles down my spine as I give his cock one final squeeze and sit back in my seat. I buckle my seatbelt and put my hands in front of the vent. My teeth chatter as the warmth drifts over my skin and clothes, making them stick to my body more. “D-d-do you have c-c-clothes for me to change into? The ones in my bag are p-p-probably sopping we-wet.”

This time he looks at me with a full, sharp smile and I gasp. My heart thunders against my rib cage and it occurs to me right then I’m in the presence of a predator that sees me as his prey. It’s as scary as it is flattering. “I’ll put these clothes in the dryer, but you won’t be wearing clothes after I get you in the shower. You said you wanted to play, remember? We’ll be playing my game.”

Fuck, why is that so hot? “Again,” I say, suppressing a full-bodied shiver, “not the threat you think it is.”

He hums and faces the road, take a few turns before we end up in front of a large house I can barely make out in this torrential downpour. I’m grateful when I see he has a garage. That means no more walking in the rain. Small dots on the lawn meet my gaze and I look at Rocco in question.

He answers me with one word. “Guards.” I nod, understanding that he’s an important mob boss. Of course he has guards.

We pull in and after the door is closed, Rocco indicates for me to step out. I climb from the car and wince when I see how much water is left behind in his comfortable leather seats. I look over at him, suddenly feeling sheepish. “I’m sorry about the water. I’ll pay to have it cleaned.”

He looks at me, then through the windshield at his passenger seat. “It’s water. It’ll dry. Come boy. Your lips are turning blue.”

Though I’ve never played like this before, I like how I feel when he calls me boy. I thought it would be condescending, someone calling me boy when I’m a grown man, but I fucking love it. I’m not sure why, but it makes me feel taken care of, almost nurtured. It’s silly, but how I feel. It could also have a lot to do with the man calling me his boy.

Rocco places his hand on the small of my back and leads me inside his obscenely large home. Just from the mudroom, I can tell it’ll be a work of art when we step inside the house proper, and I’m right. I’m greeted with genuine marble floors with a shine so bright I have to squint my eyes against the glare. I’m led further into the house, trying to look my fill as he guides me down the hall. There are beautiful paintings every few feet that I can tell cost a mini fortune.

The living room is comprised of deep blue furniture that looks soft and comfortable and curtains that let in the lightening that’s brightening the sky outside. There’s a large television mounted to the wall that would be comfortable to sit in front of and cuddle. But that’s not what we’re here for. There will be no watching of any television if I have my way.

I still can’t believe I reached over and touched his dick. I was more afraid than I would have liked to admit. Yeah, his cock got hard when he was watching me dance, but he could have very well not wanted me to touch him like that. Like he said, I must have had a death wish.

We walk past three closed doors before we get to what I can only assume is the primary bedroom. Rocco opens the door and shuffles me inside to the en suite bathroom before I can get a good look at my surroundings. The bathroom is huge, with a shower that could fit an entire football team—not really, but it’s huge—a jacuzzi tub and two side by side sinks. There are marble floors here as well, with fluffy rugs by the shower and bathtub.

“You can take a quick shower to warm up,” Rocco says, starting the water for me. He lays out a cloth, body wash and a few towels. “Wait for me in the bedroom when you’re done.” Before I can remove my clothing, Rocco pulls me close, his rigid length brushing against my own. “Don’t leave me waiting long. I have big plans for this ass tonight.” He grabs a handful of my bottom, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. It’s fucking hot and I barely contain the whimper at his show of possessiveness.

Gulping audibly because I may have bitten off more than I can chew, I nod and say, “Yes, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, his gaze sharpening with lust. “Make sure you say those same words when my dick is splitting you open.”

Again, I nod, because what else can I do? “Yes, daddy.”

With one more squeeze of my ass, he leaves me to my shower. I get in and warm myself up and run the cloth and soap over my body. It smells like Rocco, woodsy and masculine, wrapping me in his scent.

Less than ten minutes later, I’m out of the shower and have a towel slung around my hips while I use one to dry my hair. I stare at myself in the mirror, the color rising on my cheeks as I think about why I’m here. I’m going to fuck the dangerous Rocco Bianchi, one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met in my life. He’s every man’s fantasy and he wants me in his bed tonight.

I blow out a long breath and toss the hair towel in the hamper. After finger combing my brown hair from my face to show off what men have referred to as my bedroom eyes, I tighten the towel around my hips and exit the bathroom.

The room is empty, so I do what Rocco said and wait for him. I decide to keep the towel on as I slide on the bed, getting comfortable against the large puffy pillows. Since I’m in the room alone, I get the chance to look around. It’s comfortable, a canopied bed with a thick blue blanket folded at the end over soft sheets and a bench at the foot. There’s a chaise by a window with an end table next to it. The table has a book atop it, and I can just make out the title of a popular nonfiction novel on the spine. Surprisingly, there isn’t a television around. I want to snoop more, but before I can, the door opens.

Rocco steps inside, his hair also wet with tiny droplets of water still clinging to his skin. Unlike me, though, he has a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips, showing off his rock-hard abs and deep V. My mouth waters as I take in his body, not able to pull my eyes away from his torso.

He saunters over to the bed, stopping at the foot, right in front of the bench. With great effort, I drag my eyes from his body and meet his eyes. He crooks his finger at me, and I scramble from the top of the bed, walking on my knees over to him. Rocco’s amused expression at my exuberance would make me feel embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking eager for him to do … fucking anything to me, but I don’t care. Pride was out the window when he palmed my ass in the bathroom.

When I’m kneeling on the bed in front him, he grips my chin and brings me closer to him. My eyes flutter closed, expecting him to plant his lips on mine. His breath ghosts over my lips as he chuckles. Sighing at being denied, I open my eyes and meet his. “You’re not gonna kiss me?”

His mouth tips up in a cocky smile. “Eventually. But this is my game.” Rocco’s hand drifts down my torso and I start at his touch. His rough fingers feel good against my skin, and I fight to maintain eye contact with him as he touches me. “Tell me what you want, boy.” His fingers dance down to my cock that’s tenting the towel, lightly brushing over my cock head. I moan softly, fighting to hold my hips still and not push into his fist. “Do you want me to just fuck you, or can I play with you?”

“Play … please,” I answer, swallowing past a dry throat. “Please play with me, daddy.”

With a sharp tug, Rocco pulls off my towel, the cool air floating over the skin of my ass, dick and balls like a caress. “You know what safe words are?”

I nod. Even though I haven’t played before, I’m aware of safe words. “Yes, daddy.”

“We’ll use the stop light system for now. If we have chemistry, we can revisit.” I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds like he’s saying this won’t be a one-off thing. I fucking hope it isn’t.

Rocco’s hands slide around to my ass, spreading my cheeks and drifting a finger up and down my sensitive hole. A moan is pulled from me at the feel of the rough pads of his fingers. He watches my face as I pant from his ministrations.

He hums when I push back to meet his searching finger. “I’ll fill you up later tonight, boy. But for now, I want to watch this ass turn bright red as I spank you.” I nod eagerly, pushing back more as the tip of his finger slips inside me.

Unfortunately, he removes his hands and I whimper, wanting it back. His dark chuckle fills my ears and if it’s possible, my dick grows impossibly harder. Rocco sits down on the bench and pats his lap, not looking back at me. “Now get over here and across my lap. Stick that ass in the air. I’m ready to play.”