Chapter 5

As if he feels my throbbing need, Ritchie

kicks his sneaker off the foot trapped beneath me, and next thing I

know, a socked foot rubs between my legs. I clamp my thighs around

his toes, hump against his foot, my dick already damp through my

boxers and sweats. My tongue licks into his navel, tasting him, and

my hands work to pull down his jeans and briefs. The first tug

accomplishes nothing; on the second, he raises his hips off the

seat and his pants slide down easily over the cut of his hips,

stopping just below the tops of his thighs. Freed from its prison

of fabric, his cock rises at a slight angle, hard but not yet fully

erect.

I’ll see to that.

With the softest touch, I kiss my way over

Ritchie’s pubic mound and plunge into the soft curls at his crotch.

I breathe deep his scent, a mix of soap and musk and warm flesh

that makes my thighs clench his foot tighter between them. I nose

aside his dick as I take a moment to explore his genitals, learning