Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1)(59)



“I’m not nervous.”

I tipped his chin up and searched his eyes. He was nervous. “If you don’t like it, we stop, simple as that.”

“I’m not nervous,” he repeated, adorably insistent, and nipped my lip when I grinned. “Quit looking so smug.”

“It’s not the kind of smug you think it is,” I promised, shoving his pants down his hips and fisting his cock. He dropped his head to my shoulder with a groan, hips swaying as I stroked him.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I hummed, sucking the side of his neck as I worked the buttons of his shirt open with my free hand. “Lie on the bed, facedown.” After pushing his shirt off his shoulders, I spun him around.

Ramsey hesitated for just a second, then crawled onto the bed and let me pull his pants the rest of the way off. I peeled my clothes off next as he watched me over his shoulder. “Okay, I’m a little nervous,” he admitted, making me smile.

“I already knew that.” I kicked out of my jeans and sank onto the mattress, catching myself on my palms inches above him and letting my naked cock glide along the crease of his ass as I kissed his shoulders, the nape of his neck, the side of his mouth until it opened for me and I found his tongue. He moaned with each roll of my hips, the precum that dripped onto his ass. “Don’t worry,” I rumbled the words low next to his ear. “I’m gonna have you moaning for my cock, just wait.”

“You have no idea about the shit I had to think about to avoid getting hard in that elevator earlier.”

“I didn’t even try.”

“You had me in front of you. That was cruel.”

“We both liked it.” I slid off the end of the bed and caught hold of his thighs, yanking him down as he yelped in surprise. Chuckling, I nipped his ass cheek, then spread him with my thumbs.

“Garrett!” he hissed, probably about to make some protest, so instead of answering him, I dived into his crease and flicked my tongue over his tight pink hole. “Oh God.” His thighs quaked as his hole clenched and relaxed under the assault.

Protest gone, just like that. But my work wasn’t done yet. My mouth moved over the tops of his thighs, the crease just beneath his ass, his firm glutes, pressing kisses and bites into his skin. I worked my way slowly toward his rim, softening his reflexes inch by inch. This time when I circled his hole with the tip of my tongue, he whispered out a curse but didn’t flinch.

I guided him a little farther off the bed until I could reach between his legs and pull his dick back, keeping it in my hold as I worked him over, hole, balls, the head of his cock.

“Shit, Garrett, shit.” That was the kind of praise I was looking for, and Ramsey’s leaking cock was making my dick ache.

“I want this sexy ass.” I kneaded his cheek and spread it wider. “This tight hole.” Ramsey groaned as I licked it, then teased my thumb around the rim, pressing gently. “Gonna let me in?” Maybe he answered, but I couldn’t tell what he said, just knew that when I flicked my tongue lightly next to my thumb and pressed more insistently, the muscles yielded as he hissed out a curse. “Fuck, you’re tight, and you’re gonna feel so fucking good on my cock.” I worked him patiently and stroked his dripping crown with my other hand, soaking up the ragged sounds of his breathing. “Wish you could see how hard I am watching you drip all over my hand.” I released his cock, still fucking his hole slowly with my thumb, and glided my slick hand down my shaft with a moan until my entire body vibrated with need. “Don’t even need lube, you’ve got me so worked up.”

“Garrett.”

“Uh-huh?” I bit back a smile as Ramsey twisted the sheets in one hand.

“I’m ready.”

“You’re almost ready,” I corrected him.





19





RAMSEY





I’d been missing out.

I’d studied Garrett a lot when he was beneath me, took in the sounds he made, the way his body arched toward me, trembled, and melted when I fingered him, then pressed my cock in deep. But feeling it the other way? The initial burn and stretch, knowing I had another person inside me, and the pleasure jolting down my spine each time he brushed over my prostate…fuck, I didn’t know how to explain it.

And he hadn’t even given me what I really wanted yet—his cock.

“Fuck me,” I begged. I’d be embarrassed by the need in my voice if I wasn’t so turned on.

“I think I might end up with a hungry little bottom on my hands.” I felt Garrett smile into my back before he pressed a kiss just above my ass cheek.

“What will you ever do?” I teased back, and he kissed me again.

“Give you what you need, Rams. Always.” My heart sputtered, an engine that had needed a slight tune-up, but then rumbled to life again under Garrett’s care. He meant sexually, obviously, but something about the rasp in his voice, about the low way he’d spoken, made me wonder if it could be more. But then he bit my ass, stroked my balls, and joked, “My very own bottom boy.” It was so us, and in that moment, it overpowered any other thoughts.

“Oh my God. Shut up and fuck me before this night ends with me in your ass again.”

I probably should have waited until we were home for this, but something about today—playing football with him, winning with him, the way he’d touched me in the elevator, and how his gaze lingered on me when he didn’t think I was paying attention—got me all twisted up and needy for him.

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