Chapter 16 #2
So did I—all those muscles that were pissed off earlier were reminding me they hadn’t gotten over it. I groaned a little theatrically. “We should’ve done this before we hit the trails.”
He laughed, rolling onto his side and sliding his hand up my chest. “But then I wouldn’t have been all turned on from seeing your ass in the saddle.”
I chuckled. “Eh, I can’t judge.”
“Shame you weren’t jumping today. I’m suddenly really curious how you look in hunt boots and breeches.”
“So, you’re saying if I took up jumping again, you’d come to my competitions?”
“I’ll be there with a telephoto lens and a hard-on.”
I snorted. “So classy.”
He gave an unrepentant shrug. “Never claimed to be classy.”
“Well, as long as you’re aware of your classlessness.”
“Fully aware,” he said, almost beaming with pride. We both laughed, and I drew him into another kiss.
Which was the exact moment my back decided to complain again.
I winced, rubbing the pissy muscle.
“You okay?” Eric asked.
“Yeah. Just feeling our trail ride.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah. Me too.” He paused. “You know, we could have some fun in that huge tub in the other bathroom.” One eyebrow arched. “And maybe some hot water will help our sore muscles?”
I studied him. “You really think so? Or do you just want an excuse to make out in a hot tub?”
“Are those options mutually exclusive?”
He made a valid point, and no, they definitely weren’t.
That enormous bathtub in the main bedroom’s en suite turned out to be the perfect size for the two of us. We both fit comfortably, and we could easily stretch out and let the hot water relax our stiff muscles.
And we could also sit close together, legs tangled up as we kissed lazily.
“So, hot water,” I murmured between kisses, “and we can make out in a hot tub. Perfect.”
“I know, right?” He slid his hand over my thigh beneath the water. “You think people in your condo would object if we did this in the communal hot tub?”
I laughed. “I think some of them would, but they’re not the ones I’d be worried about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I’ve got some senior citizen neighbors who are absolutely savage when people get out of line. Like they wouldn’t run screaming to the HOA or anything—they’d start a loud running commentary.”
Eric burst out laughing, which was seriously adorable. “Ooh, so they don’t get mad, they get even?”
“Pretty much. One neighbor kept leaving his bike by the lobby door. It was always in everybody’s way.”
Eric rolled his eyes. “I know that type.”
“Right? So there’s this sweet little granny who lives on the ground floor, and her grandson tripped over the bike. She doesn’t say a word—she just wheels it over and zip ties it to the bike rack.”
His jaw fell open. “No shit?”
“I’m dead serious. And I don’t mean just one zip tie to make a point.
The wheels, pedals, handlebars—anything she could zip to the rack, she did.
” I snickered. “I think it took him a solid hour to get it off. He tried to complain, and the building management was just like, ‘Bruh, you’re lucky nobody stole it. Quit bitching.’”
“Good! Did he stop leaving his bike in everybody’s way?”
“I think he started keeping it in his condo.”
“Perfect. Everybody wins.”
“Exactly.” I shifted a little and hooked my leg over his. “So let’s maybe not challenge my building’s old people by fooling around in the hot tub.”
He tsked as he let me draw him in. “You take the fun out of everything.”
“That’s not what you said when I was sucking you off.”
He shivered. “I doubt I said much that was coherent at that point.”
Grinning, I shrugged. “I understood you.”
“Well, that’s what matters.” He trailed his fingertips down my arm, and his grin faltered a bit. Then he swallowed. “I, uh… I’m glad we talked the other night. About… our physical differences.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “I think what Selena said got under my skin more than I thought. And I was already a little intimidated.” His smile returned, if a bit shyly. “But today… I mean, I was still intimidated, but it felt less like it bothered you.”
“It bothers me that you’re intimidated,” I said softly.
“But no, you’re not lacking anywhere. Not in the least.” I caressed his cheek and made him look in my eyes.
“And if blowing you into oblivion is what it takes to convince you that you, your dick, and everything about you turns me on, then…” I half-shrugged. “I’m up for the challenge.”
Laughing, he pulled me closer. “That’s the sacrifice you’ll make, huh?”
“Absolutely.” I tugged him onto my lap and wrapped my arms around him. “I mean it—there’s nothing I’d change about you.” I paused. “Well, aside from the part where you’re sore and I’m sore and we can’t fuck quite yet.”
He laughed with more feeling this time, and he relaxed into my embrace. “Good thing we still have almost two weeks here.”
“Good thing.” I drew him down into a kiss, and any uncertainty he might’ve had seemed to fade away.
I wasn’t blowing smoke up his ass, either—I guaranteed the size of his cock had never caused issues in bed the way mine had.
Yeah, everyone liked to make fun of dick size, and they acted like I was God’s favorite or whatever, but it really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
No one had ever shaken their head and told Eric, “Get that thing away from me.” He could go fast and hard without worrying about hurting someone like I could. Like I had.
It was bullshit that anyone had made him self-conscious.
And one of the downsides to my size was that I knew all too well what it was like for a partner to look at me and immediately feel inadequate.
They weren’t. None of them ever had been.
But they felt that way around me, and that wasn’t a fun way to feel in bed.
I hated that I made him feel that way, and that our mutual ex had taken that cheap shot to make him feel even worse.
I wanted him to feel exactly as hot and sexy as he was. Selena’s opinion didn’t matter. People’s stupid ideas about dick sizes didn’t matter. Eric was hot, and I was bound and determined to prove that to him.
I ran my hands up his back and looked in his eyes. “So would you think I was slutty if I told you I wanted to suck you off again?”
He bit his lip, eyes full of hunger. “I don’t think ‘slutty’ is the word I’d use.” He leaned in closer, letting me feel his hardening cock. “I’d just think you’re a man who likes giving head, and who am I to judge?”
I grinned. “Don’t judge. Just stand up and put that dick down my throat.”
His eyes widened a little, as did his pupils. “Right—right here?”
“Why not?”
He studied me for a heartbeat or two. Then he kissed me lightly before he rose. Water ran off his gorgeous body, and he was at full attention now, his cock at the perfect height for my mouth.
And I made sure he knew exactly how much I craved his dick, his body, and him.