TUSHY THE DEFINITIVE RILEY REID COLLECTION I wanted to hate it, to push him away, but instead, I leaned into it, giving myself over to the pleasure he was apparently so adept at giving. Xhamster I had never felt anything like that. My face went hot. My inferiority complex was on fire at the sight of it, like it had been designed to make me feel inadequate. Not just because of him—but because I realized I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about: the exposure, or how much I didn’t want to look away. He didn’t miss it. The sound of the other guys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the rush of blood in my ears. I was screaming internally. That was just… nerves. I was hyper-aware of every inch of his hands as they pressed against my body, the heat of his skin, the rough texture of his palms, the skilled pressuring of his fingers. And apparently, it wasn’t subtle. I had never felt anything like that. “What’s your name?” he asked, friendly enough to make me feel slightly less like an intruder. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. My eyes darted back to my chest, but the damage was done. Every movement sent electric jolts through me, lighting up parts of my body I didn’t even know existed.
