Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Tegan took over easily. His sweet kisses morphed into a tongue-fuck, probing and carnal. And his hands were fucking everywhere. In my hair one second, on my ass the next. He flattened his feet on the mattress as he grabbed my ass, kneading my flesh, then pulling my cheeks apart before massaging the sensitive skin around my entrance.
Tegan broke the kiss and tapped my hole. “You want my finger?”
“No, I want your dick.” I whimpered when he pressed the tip of a single digit inside. “Oh, fuck.”
“Condoms?”
“Yeah.” I scrambled off him to open my nightstand and retrieve the supplies.
He grabbed the condom, tore the wrapper, and rolled it on. I poured lube on my fingers and reached around to stretch myself. Tegan smacked my ass. “No. I got this. Lie down.”
I obeyed. I spread my legs open wide and tried not to make any embarrassing noises when he pushed a single digit inside. Nope. I couldn’t do it. I moaned his name, lifting my right knee to my chest to give him better access. He looked so…mesmerized. His earnest gaze should have made me blush, but it made me feel kind of powerful. Strange thought since I was the one on my back while he hovered over me with his finger in my ass.
Make that two fingers.
“Oh, fuck.”
He twisted the digits slightly as he gripped my cock. I closed my eyes briefly, giving in to sensation. The musician in him played me to perfection, licking my nipples, fingering my hole, and stroking me in harmony. By the time he added a third finger, I was almost there.
I grabbed his wrist and shook my head, unsure I could speak coherently.
“Too much?”
“Yeah. I’m already close,” I said in a sex-hazed tone.
“Wait for me.” Tegan slicked lube onto his sheathed cock, then lined himself at my entrance and pushed.
We stared at each other in wonder. Holy fuck. It didn’t seem possible, but somehow, this just kept getting better.
He waited for my body to adjust. I breathed deeply, holding eye contact while he soothed me with tender kisses and sweet nothings like, “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so good.” His growly tone made me shiver with lust and need and hunger. No joke. I’d never wanted anyone more.
“Please…move.”
“Like this?” Tegan rolled his hips, a lazy wanton motion that made my toes curl.
“Fuck, yes.”
I flung my arms around his neck and lifted my ass off the mattress to meet his next thrust. And the next.
And then he began to move…slow but steady. In and out. He rested his forehead against mine and licked my lips, changing the angle so he nudged my sweet spot at each pass. I dug my fingers into biceps, wordlessly asking for more.
He knew what I wanted, but he was gonna make me beg for it. He pulled out to the tip and drove inside hard. Oh, wow. He did it again, teasing me with his cock just out of reach before slamming home. By the third time, I was incoherent with need.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked in a sex-graveled voice.
I gave a half laugh as I pulled his face close to mine. “Just fuck me—oh, fuck…yes!”
Tegan rose above me, pistoning his hips in a frenzy. The sound of our sweat-slicked bodies coming together in time with the beat of the headboard hitting the wall could barely be heard over our lust-filled grunts. Our script was a simple, steady stream of, “Oh, yes, fuck, yes. More. Harder. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck…”
“I’m gonna come,” I cried, slipping my hand between us to stroke my cock.
Three tugs later, cum spurted across my chest. Tegan squeezed his eyes shut, as though it might help ward off his orgasm. It didn’t work. He fell apart with a roar, bucking his hips furiously, then shuddering with his hands flat on my chest.
We held eye contact, smiling and panting as if we’d outrun some demon together.
Tegan slowly pulled out. He tied off the condom and sat up. “Where’s your bathroom?”
I pointed in the general direction. “That way. Will you grab a towel for me?”
Tegan kissed me before heading for the door.
I draped my arm over my eyes and willed my thoughts to remain clear and steady. It wasn’t easy because…wow. That was incredible.
I had a tendency to dissect special moments and creative narrative I could turn into poetry and lyrics when I was alone, but my brain had completely shut off. I was still floating above the clouds, and I wasn’t ready to come down anytime soon.
“Here you go.” Tegan swiped at the mess on my stomach. “We should probably take a shower. We’re both rank.”
“Speak for yourself. I smell…” I took a whiff of my pits and widened my eyes comically. “Not great.”
Tegan chuckled at my lame-ass attempt at humor as he thoroughly checked me out. “C’mon. Let’s do it before we get too tired and fall asleep with cum and sweat all over us.”