Page 3 of Ride With Me
A small grin tips up my lips. “You got a death wish, kid?”
His smile broadens. “I’m not a kid. I’m twenty-five.” Still a kid compared to my forty. “And no, I don’t. Well, maybe.” Even though I know he’s freezing, he moves his hands from the vent and saddles closer to me. He presses his wet body against my arm, dropping his still trembling fingers to my crotch. He rubs softly back and forth, and it takes no time for me to be rock hard in my damp pants. “You know, orgasms are called the little death. So yeah, maybe I do have a death wish when it comes to getting one of those from you.”
“You might want to move back boy, or I’ll show you that a death wish from me will have you hooked.”
“That’s not the threat you think it is.” He huffs a laugh at my groan when his fingers drift over my cockhead. “Boy…” he pauses as if tasting the word on his tongue. “Does that mean you’re a daddy?”
Fighting to keep my voice neutral while he’s expertly playing with me, I say, “Yeah, I am. Why? You wanna play?” The turn off to his neighborhood is off the next exit. If he says no, I’ll take him home. If he doesn’t?—
Leaning close to my ear, he nips the lobe and whispers, “Let’s play, daddy.”
CHAPTER 3
SAGE
I’m playing with fire,I know that. But fuck, Rocco is sexy as fuck with a big dick that I want filling my hole. As my fingers stroke him through his wet pants, I look him over. He’s fucking hot—brown, almost black hair, deeply tan skin, straight nose, plump mouth and those gray eyes. I could look at him all day.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he practically growls. I watch the exit for my place go past and I smile. I’m definitely down to play.
“No a chance, daddy,” I whisper.
His dark chuckle sends a shiver over my skin that has nothing to do with my drenched clothes. “Sit back and put your seat belt on, boy. Warm up while I get us home. Then you’re mine.”
Another shiver trickles down my spine as I give his cock one final squeeze and sit back in my seat. I buckle my seatbelt and put my hands in front of the vent. My teeth chatter as the warmth drifts over my skin and clothes, making them stick to my body more. “D-d-do you have c-c-clothes for me to change into? The ones in my bag are p-p-probably sopping we-wet.”
This time he looks at me with a full, sharp smile and I gasp. My heart thunders against my rib cage and it occurs to me rightthen I’m in the presence of a predator that sees me as his prey. It’s as scary as it is flattering. “I’ll put these clothes in the dryer, but you won’t be wearing clothes after I get you in the shower. You said you wanted to play, remember? We’ll be playing my game.”
Fuck, why is that so hot? “Again,” I say, suppressing a full-bodied shiver, “not the threat you think it is.”
He hums and faces the road, take a few turns before we end up in front of a large house I can barely make out in this torrential downpour. I’m grateful when I see he has a garage. That means no more walking in the rain. Small dots on the lawn meet my gaze and I look at Rocco in question.
He answers me with one word. “Guards.” I nod, understanding that he’s an important mob boss. Of course he has guards.
We pull in and after the door is closed, Rocco indicates for me to step out. I climb from the car and wince when I see how much water is left behind in his comfortable leather seats. I look over at him, suddenly feeling sheepish. “I’m sorry about the water. I’ll pay to have it cleaned.”
He looks at me, then through the windshield at his passenger seat. “It’s water. It’ll dry. Come boy. Your lips are turning blue.”
Though I’ve never played like this before, I like how I feel when he calls me boy. I thought it would be condescending, someone calling me boy when I’m a grown man, but I fucking love it. I’m not sure why, but it makes me feel taken care of, almost nurtured. It’s silly, but how I feel. It could also have a lot to do with the man calling me his boy.
Rocco places his hand on the small of my back and leads me inside his obscenely large home. Just from the mudroom, I can tell it’ll be a work of art when we step inside the house proper, and I’m right. I’m greeted with genuine marble floors with a shine so bright I have to squint my eyes against the glare. I’mled further into the house, trying to look my fill as he guides me down the hall. There are beautiful paintings every few feet that I can tell cost a mini fortune.
The living room is comprised of deep blue furniture that looks soft and comfortable and curtains that let in the lightening that’s brightening the sky outside. There’s a large television mounted to the wall that would be comfortable to sit in front of and cuddle. But that’s not what we’re here for. There will be no watching of any television if I have my way.
I still can’t believe I reached over and touched his dick. I was more afraid than I would have liked to admit. Yeah, his cock got hard when he was watching me dance, but he could have very well not wanted me to touch him like that. Like he said, I must have had a death wish.
We walk past three closed doors before we get to what I can only assume is the primary bedroom. Rocco opens the door and shuffles me inside to the en suite bathroom before I can get a good look at my surroundings. The bathroom is huge, with a shower that could fit an entire football team—not really, but it’s huge—a jacuzzi tub and two side by side sinks. There are marble floors here as well, with fluffy rugs by the shower and bathtub.
“You can take a quick shower to warm up,” Rocco says, starting the water for me. He lays out a cloth, body wash and a few towels. “Wait for me in the bedroom when you’re done.” Before I can remove my clothing, Rocco pulls me close, his rigid length brushing against my own. “Don’t leave me waiting long. I have big plans for this ass tonight.” He grabs a handful of my bottom, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. It’s fucking hot and I barely contain the whimper at his show of possessiveness.
Gulping audibly because I may have bitten off more than I can chew, I nod and say, “Yes, daddy.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his gaze sharpening with lust. “Make sure you say those same words when my dick is splitting you open.”
Again, I nod, because what else can I do? “Yes, daddy.”
With one more squeeze of my ass, he leaves me to my shower. I get in and warm myself up and run the cloth and soap over my body. It smells like Rocco, woodsy and masculine, wrapping me in his scent.
Less than ten minutes later, I’m out of the shower and have a towel slung around my hips while I use one to dry my hair. I stare at myself in the mirror, the color rising on my cheeks as I think about why I’m here. I’m going to fuck the dangerous Rocco Bianchi, one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met in my life. He’s every man’s fantasy and he wants me in his bed tonight.