Upside Down (Breaking the Rules #3) - A.M. Madden Page 0,51

before he ran the pad of his thumb over it repeatedly. He then traced the thin trail of hair from my navel to the trimmed patch framing my cock, wrapped one hand around it, and squeezed.

“Fuck…”

As I squirmed, his eyes alternated drilling into mine in some sort of a hypnotic state and watching himself tug on me with long, measured pulls. Every part of me pulsed as he continued to pump me through his fist. That same thumb that caressed my tat now skimmed over the tip, spreading the drop of precum and driving me insane in the process. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without embarrassing myself, but Ricky was just getting started.

He lowered his head to resume flicking his hot tongue against my nipple, causing me to jerk and twitch in his hold. It felt like a live wire stretched from where his mouth was on me to where his hand was. Truth be told, I wanted his mouth where his hand was… no way would I ask for that. It was hard enough to process my reaction to a man jerking me off. Yet, in the way every muscle in my legs flexed, it was obvious my body did indeed respond, and holding back quickly became one of the hardest things I’d ever endured.

I could feel the build of my orgasm everywhere.

Everywhere.

He chose to ignore another growl from my lips. At that point, a fucking rocket protruded from my crotch. And like a rocket breaching the atmosphere, I was about to detonate with a million bursts of molten energy.

As his tugs grew faster and harder, I clutched the leather behind my head. It was obvious I was about to come, and he knew it too. But he still wasn’t done with me yet.

His drags slowed when he cupped my balls with his other hand. His thumb rested on my slit before skimming around my sensitive crown. His face came within a breath before he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. His other hand was again on the move as it reached around to my ass, stopped, and slid over just enough to have his fingertips slip between my cheeks before coming back to my balls.

All the while, he never stopped pumping. He managed to work me into a frenzy, so much so I pleaded, begged, and cursed. When every muscle below my waist began to cramp, I let go. I came harder and longer than I ever had in my adult life. At the hand of a man… literally.

I spiraled down, consumed by an onslaught of emotions.

And now that I had, I wanted to do so again.

In other ways.

One final shudder traveled through me when he traced a fingertip over the grooves of my abs, painting me with my own cum.

“Do you still have any doubt that you like men, Cooper?” he asked, cockier than ever, before popping that finger into his mouth. And as though he hadn’t just thrown my world off its axis, he stood to stroll into the kitchen, leaving me gasping for air and searching for logic. Meanwhile, he snatched the sushi menu where it still lay on the island. “I’m starving. Same order as before?”

Fucking seriously?

What the hell?

But then catching a glimpse of his swollen cock pushing angrily against the flimsy knit fabric of his pants added smugness to my mix.

It turned out that quite a few made it to third base… including me.

While the Reds continued to pummel the Twins, the storm outside didn’t let up at all, continuing to punish Fort Lauderdale with its wrath hours later. Lights flickered off for a few seconds, and as the city around his building darkened with a power outage, thanks to a generator, we remained in his fortress safe from the elements.

But who would keep me safe from him?

We ate our sushi as if it hadn’t happened. If this was some sort of a power play, then I’d allow it. He’d have to talk to me at some point. My calmness didn’t surprise me. I was the type of person who would let stress build during a trying time in my life, but once I came to terms with it, I accepted it and could move on in a much more calculated manner.

Such as now.

Ricky, on the other hand, was in some sort of denial. The man had said a dozen words, if that, while shoveling an obscene amount of sushi down his throat. Pathetically, I couldn’t stop staring