5. Chapter Five
Chapter five
R yder
For a day that had started out as absolute shit, it sure had ended on a much higher note.
A delicious meal and great company were hard to beat.
And when I complimented his cooking and he blushed, I couldn’t help but smile.
He may have been clueless when it came to handyman stuff, but he obviously had skills in the kitchen.
I hadn’t been exaggerating when I said it was one of the best meals I’d eaten in ages.
And that made me wonder what other areas he had skills in.
Not why you’re here, Ryder, I reminded myself.
You came because he needed your help, and then he cooked you dinner, which was thanks enough.
Best to get out of here before he got the idea you were expecting him to show you gratitude in a different way .
Especially with him standing there looking at me like that.
“Okay, well, you should be all set. Thanks again for the meal, Brennan. I’m going to grab my tool bag, and I’ll get out of your way.”
“You could stay for a while if you want to, Ryder,” he said sweetly, looking up at me again through those long lashes. And damn, it ought to be a crime to be so pretty.
“Brennan, I’m not sure what you’re thinking we’d do if I stayed, but I’m trying to be a gentleman here, so unless you’re offering what I think you are, you need to just tell me goodnight and let me get on my way.”
He moved towards me, slipping his hands up under my shirt, and I stood still as a statue, watching him, waiting to see what he’d do.
With his blond curls and his big blue eyes, he was a deadly mix of sweetness and sin, which pretty much did it for me.
Keeping one hand on my abdomen, he slid the other one up over my chest, running his fingers through the hair he found there, and I bit back a moan.
“Ryder, I’m offering you whatever you want. For tonight anyway.”
“You know you don’t owe me anything for fixing your plumbing, right? I don’t want you to think I expect anything.” I forced myself to say, giving him a chance to change his mind, even though I was praying he wouldn’t.
“What I want right now has nothing to do with gratitude, I promise.”
I cupped his face in my hands, looked into his eyes, and thanked god I didn’t see any reason to doubt him.
I lowered my gaze to his mouth, and he darted out his tongue, running it along his lips.
“Oh, baby boy, you’re killing me.” I covered his mouth with mine, and he opened for me with no hesitation.
He pressed his body tight against mine, enthusiastically returning my kiss.
I wanted more than this, I wanted to feel skin, so I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
He raised his arms so I could get it off, and as soon as it was, he started tugging on mine.
“I want to feel your bare chest against mine,” he said.
He wasn’t getting any argument from me, so I unbuttoned the shirt as quickly as I could and then shrugged it off my shoulders.
He pushed it down my arms and tossed it aside, immediately pressing our bodies back together.
“You feel so good. I knew you would,” he said, and then we were kissing again, our hands exploring and our tongues tasting.
It felt like I couldn’t get close enough.
His hands dropped to the waistband of my jeans, and he went to work getting my belt undone.
I reached down and stopped him, and the pout he gave me was almost enough to make me come right there.
I ran my thumb over his pouty bottom lip and grinned at him.
It was like he knew all my triggers, and he didn’t even realize it.
“Maybe we should take this to another room. Like maybe a bedroom,” I suggested.
“Yeah, a bedroom, good idea.” He looked up at me again, his blue eyes dark with lust and his lips red and swollen from my kisses, and for just a second, I considered sweeping everything off the table and taking him right there, but he stepped back and held out his hand for me.
I took it, and he turned, leading me down the hall.
As soon as we got inside the bedroom, neither of us wasted any time removing the rest of our clothing.
He went to the table beside the bed and took out a condom and a bottle of lube, setting them on the table in easy reach.
I didn’t wait for him to come back where I stood.
Instead, I stepped right up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, kissing and sucking at his neck.
He pushed his body back against me rubbing his ass on my hard cock.
“If you keep that up, this’ll over before we even start,” I cautioned.
He laughed and turned in my arms. “Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we.” He kissed me again, then turned and crawled up on the bed on all fours. “If you want it, come and get it.”
Any other time, a comment like that would’ve gotten my boy a spanking and a reminder of who exactly was in charge here, but this wasn’t my boy, and that wasn’t what this was about. So instead, I reached over to the table and grabbed the lube and the condom.
I tore open the package and rolled the condom over my length, then slid onto the bed behind him, getting into position. “How do you want it?” I asked.
“Hard and fast if that works for you.”
“Oh, baby, that works for me just fine.”
I popped open the lube and drizzled it down his crack, letting it run over his hole.
Then I poured some in one hand, using it to stroke my cock, while I used the other to tease his entrance.
I slipped one finger in, and he moaned, pushing back against it.
I slid in a second finger and watched as he fucked himself on my hand.
As soon as I thought he was ready for me, I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my cock.
“Oh, yes,” he hissed as I slid slowly inside him. I stopped once I was balls deep, waiting for him to let me know he was ready. When he started rocking back against me, I knew he was.
“One more time just to make sure, hard and fast, right?”
“Oh yeah,” he confirmed, pushing back against me.
“Okay, then, you better hold on.” I gripped both his hips with my hands to keep him in place as I pulled out and pushed back into him, deep. He clutched the bedspread in his hands and chanted yes over and over as I thrust into him hard and fast, just as he’d requested.
He slid one hand underneath himself and began to stroke his cock, and I continued to pound him. It didn’t take but a few minutes before his channel tightened around my cock and he cried out, coming all over the covers beneath him.
“Fuck,” I groaned, as I joined him plunging over the edge and filling the condom.
I ran my hands over his ass and down his thighs and laughed. “Brennan, that was fucking amazing.”
“Hmm, it was, wasn’t it? Unfortunately, now I’m lying in a puddle of cum, and just so you know, I blame you.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yep, I do.”
I reached down and carefully held the condom as I pulled out of his body. “Where should I put this?”
“There’s a bathroom right through there,” he said, pointing to a door.
“Okay, let me get rid of this, and I’ll bring back something you can use to clean up.”
“Don’t bother. I’m just going to hop in the shower anyway. You’re welcome to join me if you want, or if you need to get going, I understand.”
I was seriously tempted to stay and go another round, but I had to work in the morning, and since he was giving me the perfect out, I decided to take it.
“No, it’s getting late, and I have to work tomorrow, but thank you for dinner and for that.
” I motioned towards the bed. “It was just what I needed tonight.”
“I think it was just what we both needed tonight,” he said, stepping close to me and turning his head up for a kiss. I brushed my lips against his, and he pulled back. “Thanks for everything. Dinner, fixing the plumbing, and for a fabulous orgasm. It was perfect.”
“Glad I could be of service,” I teased. “You go hop in the shower, and I’ll let myself out.”