In Bed With The Boss Page 0,59
few minutes after that, Richie inserted a third finger and Brad’s toes curled back. He even let out a scream, threw his arms back over his head, and arched his back. If Richie hadn’t known that Brad had never been with a man this way before, he would have thought Brad had been getting fucked in the ass all his life. But that’s usually the way it worked with guys like Brad Lindsay. They’d deny it and fool themselves into believing they weren’t interested in getting fucked. They were manly men, always in control; they only topped. But the minute Richie spread their legs and went to work they always wound up begging for more.
Though Richie was certain Brad would be like the others, he went a little slower with Brad and took his time. Brad had that aggressive, masculine personality in public and he seemed to care about his image. In many ways, Brad overcompensated in order to hide his true identity and he came off as obnoxious to some people. But Richie knew he and Brad had something special together and he knew that one day soon Brad would leave his wife and they’d be together all the time. Brad’s ass would belong to him then. Richie didn’t want to ruin it. So Richie didn’t turn him over until the moment he was certain Brad was ready.
At that point, Richie still had three fingers buried deeply in Brad’s hole. He glanced down to see if Brad was still erect. When he saw that Brad’s erection had not subsided…always a telltale sign…he pulled his fingers out of Brad’s ass and said, “Okay, now you can fuck me.”
Brad’s head went up. He sent Richie a horrified, disappointed look. “You’re stopping? I thoughtyouwere going to fuckme.”
Richie shrugged. He wanted him to beg. “I don’t want to go too far. You said you don’t like to bottom and I don’t want to push you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” He knew this was devious; he could tell by the expression on Brad’s face that he wanted more.
“I don’t want to let you down either,” Brad said. “If you want to continue, I’ll be okay. I can suffer through it for your sake. Just go really easy. I’ve never done this before and you have a bigger dick than most guys.”
Though Richie was smiling on the inside, he frowned at Brad and asked, “Are you sure? I mean I really want to fuck you. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. And I’ll be fine if you say no. I’m serious.”
Brad shrugged and turned over on his stomach. He spread his legs and arched his back. “I’m sure. I’ll be okay. I want you to enjoy yourself and do whatever you want. And if it means you have to fuck me once in a while, I can make the sacrifice. I can take the pain.”
This, Richie knew, was a bold faced lie. He almost laughed in Brad’s face. After the finger fuck tease, Brad wanted a big dick so badly he was ready to beg for it. So Richie climbed on top of Brad and mounted him very slowly. The moment he entered, Brad’s body went rigid for a moment, but that didn’t last long. As Richie went deeper, Brad’s hole relaxed and he let out a long sigh. And when Richie was all the way in, Brad stretched out his arms, spread his legs wider, and whispered, “Ah yes, don’t stop.”
“It feels okay?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” Brad said. “Oh, fuck, deeper.Deeper. Fucking split me open.”
Richie smiled and moved his hips forward. He wound up riding Brad until the bed moved away from the wall and the lamps on the end tables were jiggling. The mattress went lopsided, the covers fell to the floor, and the sheets pulled away from the corners. How the pillows wound up on the other side of the room was anybodies guess. Richie hadn’t been paying attention to anything but fucking Brad. The harder Richie pounded him, the more Brad wanted. He begged for it, using filthy, raunchy words Richie had never heard Brad use before that night. At one point, Brad started to scream with such force Richie had to shove his fingers into Brad’s mouth to keep him quiet so the neighbors wouldn’t call the cops. And if Richie tried to slow down for even a second to catch his breath, Brad reached around, slapped