Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I’ll remember that.” He turns off the water, then removes his clothes. “Get in,” he tells me, and there’s no chance in hell I’m not listening. I climb in, then get rewarded with Anthony sitting between my legs, his back against my chest. “Are you sore?” he asks.
“Yeah, but not too bad. Baths always help.”
“That’s what I was hoping.” He runs a washcloth up and down my legs as we just sit there for a few minutes together.
“You fit perfectly tucked against me.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep. My body wants to mold itself to yours.” I wrap my arms and legs around him and nibble on the salty skin of his neck.
“You’re a cuddler…a toucher.”
“More with you than I’ve ever been with anyone else. I think I’m addicted to you. Pretty soon you’ll be like, my clingy boyfriend is so annoying.”
His laugh vibrates through his back and into me. “I highly doubt that.”
The thing is, I know he does doubt it. That he can’t imagine himself being the one to walk away from me, that he expects me to decide I’m done with him, that he’s so afraid of being left alone because no one has loved him the way he deserves to be loved. But I will. One day he’ll see that.
I kiss the other side of his throat. Anthony sighs softly, sounding comfortable and content. Unfortunately, he doesn’t stay in my arms long. He kneels between my legs, using soap to wash my chest, armpits, then down to my groin. I watch him as he lifts one leg, cleaning it, then the other. I showered after the game, but there’s not a part of me that wants to complain about doing this here with him too.
Anthony cleans himself next, lets the water out, then holds his hand out to me and helps pull me to my feet. Continuing with his theme of taking care of me, Anthony dries me off first, then himself. “No clothes. Go lie on your stomach on the bed.”
“This sounds fun,” I tease, then do as he says.
Anthony’s gone for a few minutes, and when he returns, he straddles my thighs, pumps lotion onto my skin, then rubs it in, his hands kneading the sore muscles of my back.
“Oh God. I think I’m in love with you.” My eyes flutter as I melt into the mattress.
Anthony chuckles. “I bet you tell all the Rebels trainers or massage therapists that.”
“Nope. Just you. I don’t like them nearly as much as my boyfriend. Everything you do is better than anything anyone else can do. You’ll always be my favorite.”
Anthony sucks in a sharp breath, his hands stilling for a moment, before he starts massaging again. “You’re my favorite too.”
I sit with those words, smile as I replay them, while Anthony continues to massage me, arms, shoulders, neck, back. He stops each time he gets to my ass, then works his way up again.
My dick is throbbing-hard now. I press into the mattress from time to time, doing what I can to create some friction. The firm pressure of his movements is both relaxing and the biggest aphrodisiac.
“God, you feel amazing. You treat your man so fucking good. Every touch is perfect.” He might be taking care of me tonight, but I still want to praise him, still feel a rush from doing it. Praising Anthony is for him, yes, but it’s for me too. “I have the best boyfriend ever. So funny, sweet, and sexy, with magic hands.”
He snickers. “I don’t know if I’d go that far.”
“I would.”
This time when he works his way down my back, Anthony doesn’t stop. He scoots down some, his hands moving to my ass, where he rubs lotion into my cheeks. “Fuck, you have a great ass.”
“You can have it if you want. Anytime. Just say the word, Ant, and you can fill me with that pretty cock of yours. You’ll be the best one to take me, I know it. You’ll be the best to ever fuck me.”
“Jesus.” He spreads my ass cheeks open.
“You like my hole, little dancer? It’s all yours. It’ll be real nice and tight for you. No one’s had it in years, but it’s all fucking yours now. Whenever you want it. Just like I’m yours.” I get that this comes off as sex talk, and there’s no doubt in my mind that Anthony sees it that way, but every word I tell him is true and more than sex talk. Eventually, he’ll see that.
“I’m more of a bottom, but I’m dying to be inside you. I want it, but I’m supposed to be spoiling you tonight, taking care of you the way you always take care of me.”
“You’ll be doing that by giving me your pretty cock.” I push my ass toward him while Anthony continues to massage my cheeks. “But if you want mine, you know how much I love giving it to you. I’ll fill your pretty hole, fuck it all night if you’ll let me. Whatever my boyfriend wants, he gets. Always.”