Upside Down (Breaking the Rules #3) - A.M. Madden Page 0,63

obvious it was himself he was angry at.

“That smart mouth of yours needs something to shut it up,” he deadpanned before gripping the back of his T-shirt and dragging it over his head.

I had yet to see Ricky naked, and the mere sight of his ripped abs, of the thin line of sandy-brown hair that disappeared beneath his waistband, had my heart pounding. When he slowly began unbuttoning and then unzipping his shorts, my heart wasn’t the only thing pounding. A vein began pulsating in my cock, a sensation I’d never paid attention to before.

He impatiently pushed his shorts and briefs off with one swift motion, practically stepping out of them before they even hit the ground.

A cock was a cock.

Sure, they came in many lengths and sizes, but until then I’d never thought twice about seeing another man’s dick. And Ricky’s wasn’t any different than most, except knowing what it could do to me… scratch that, what it would do to me, fucked with my head a bit.

With his pale-blue eyes drilling into mine, I white-knuckle gripped the comforter as he began leisurely stroking himself.

“Catch up,” he said with little patience.

I obediently pulled off my T-shirt, shorts, and briefs. Maybe this was it. Maybe the freak-out he’d waited for was finally coming. Because paying attention to my cock was one thing… but how the hell could I do the same to him?

Yet, with each drag of his hand, he inadvertently answered that question with the obvious. “We have the same parts,” he said, reading my mind. “You give back what feels good.” Still, seeing him fully erect and hard as steel had my nerves wreaking havoc on my confidence. His eyes drifted down my nakedness and stopped on my crotch. “Lie back, on the center of the bed.”

I did as told, and his demands, although hot as fuck, had me wondering if I’d ever feel confident enough to call the shots. Based on my deer-in-headlights reaction, I was miles away from that kind of conviction.

Regardless of my uncertainty, Ricky wasted no time, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside my hip. His eyes focused on my hand reaching down to try to bring some relief. Beating me to the punch, he pushed it away and took control. After only two or three pumps, he leveled me with his gaze and swiped his tongue across my slit.

“Fuck!”

“Not yet,” he said before teasing me with a few soft kisses and light licks. And when he finally lowered his mouth over a third of my length, the carnal moan that escaped meant I was at his mercy. His right hand gripped my base, and his left continued stroking himself. I was so lost in the earth-shattering way he sucked my cock that I hadn’t noticed his body aligning with mine, bringing his hard-on to rest on my shoulder.

Panic hit… hard… especially when my cock tapped the back of his throat.

How the fuck could I do this?

And as my mind began to spiral anxiously while he tormented me with his mouth, my own mouth inexplicably felt deprived. Having a mind of its own, my head twisted and I kissed the tip of his cock.

That one move was all it took for him to realign our bodies into a sixty-nine position.

When he gripped me tighter, I did the same. When he moaned and the vibration traveled through me, I copied him. His every action caused my reaction. It became a tit-for-tat act that had me regretting I’d been missing out on such raw pleasure. Every one of his sucks was met with one of mine until he repeated taking my entire length. I hesitated, tried, and gagged… which only seemed to spur him on.

Ricky continued to give me the best blow job I’d ever gotten, and based on the way he subtly fucked my mouth, based on the groans that continued to rumble through him, I hoped that I wasn’t disappointing him too much. And through it all, I had been very aware of the fact I had a man’s cock in my mouth. Yet the only emotion it spurred was carnal desire. No panic… just want.

It was hard to concentrate at times. Especially when he used his other hand to cup my balls. I forgot my task, causing him to fall out of my mouth when I gasped for air. Feeling bad, I neglected him. I took his cock in hand and pumped him slowly, although my movements got jerkier with each