In the Ring (BOXER Book 1) by Rie Warren

Author:Rie Warren [Warren, Rie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rie Warren
Published: 2016-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Property of L.S.

AFTER OUR POLISHED NIGHT out, I needed to know exactly what Michael was wearing under his clothes. Absolutely fuckin’ nuthin’, tight little briefs, or a kinky jockstrap. I didn’t have to wait long.

He leaned against the wall and moved my hands to his backside. Loosening his belt, he made me slip both my hands down inside, over his ass. Onto his completely bare butt cheeks. They were firm and smooth and hot and silky.

My head fell to his shoulder as I grabbed two handfuls of sexy male. Getting to the outside of those muscular hemispheres, I fondled the stretchy fabric framing his ass. One of my fingers strayed down his cleft, circling his button. Michael kissed my neck in long, slow sweeps mirroring the motion of my fingertip up and down his downy crack.

“Undo my pants, baby.”

I rutted against him. My dick wet my briefs, already one light touch away from total cock explosion. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

He just smiled and slid his belt free of the loops. I took over with shaking hands. The zipper sounded so loud alongside my sharp breaths. His hard-on rapped against my knuckles as I spread the fabric open. I kneeled down, taking his pants with me. Shoes, socks, all of it came off except for the jockstrap. And I almost drooled as I skimmed my palms back up the thick sinews of his legs.

The material was hot from his erection when I touched him and wet where come leaked out of the head of his cock. Bright blue against his tanned skin and muscled thighs smattered with light bond hair, the jockstrap barely contained him.

I sucked his hardness inside the fabric until my lips were swollen and his jock was plastered to his cock.

Grabbing my hair in a tight fist, Michael pulled me off.

His eyes gleamed, dark and craving, as he looked down at me. “Read it.”

Down the centerline I’d wetted were bold white letters.

“PROPERTY OF L.S.”

“That’s right. This cock”—he drew his tight blue jockstrap down to bright blond pubes then snapped it up again—“belongs to you, Liam Shaughnessy.”

Fuck. Me.

On my knees, I ripped my pants open and gripped my shaft. I shoved Michael against the wall and cupped his round testicles. Lightly running my fingertips over the head of my dick and his thick flared tip at the same time, I groaned.

“I like these. Where the hell did you get them?”

“I’ve got my resources, just like you.”

“I don’t have resources. I have handlers.”

“But I’m the only one who handles you from now on.”

“I guess so, since this”—I gripped his cock—“is my property.”

I tugged the jockstrap lower until his dick was at a perfect ninety-degree angle harnessed by that stretchy material.

Michael combed back my hair and cupped my face. “Fuck, baby. This is one of my fantasies come true.”

Mouthing his rigid cock as it strained inside the fabric, I stroked his thighs. “Mine too.”

Our breaths came hard and fast as I slipped his balls out beneath the elastic.

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