Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He yawns very loudly. “I’m so sleepy.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I remain quiet and shut my eyes, letting him massage my scalp and neck.
I suppose it does feel pleasant, I’ll give him that.
When he’s done, he throws the towel to the floor. I’m about to scold him for it, but then he kisses the back of my head and I don’t have the heart to do that. I really am going soft.
He wraps his arms around me, and one pull later we land on the bed. He’s brought an extra pillow from the living room. It makes me realize I’ve never had a man in this bed with me. Any hookups I engaged in, when I still experimented, were in hotels out of state.
This is new. Unplanned. Unexpected. And while I shouldn’t be scared of anything, his presence makes me feel adrift in a life I’ve known so well.
Why is he even doing this? I don’t need coddling. I don’t need cuddles, sweet words, or reassurance. I made him mine for just one reason, and that reason doesn’t require him to fuss over me.
But I can’t bring myself to tell him off either, stuck in indecision.
His hands feel nice. Big. Warm. Each touch is comfort, which already goes against his very purpose in my home. I clap my hands, and the light switches off almost instantly, sinking us in darkness comparable to the depths of the Mariana Trench. There are perks to not having windows in one’s bedroom.
We’re doing this because he demanded cuddles at the hospital as retribution. He wants this, not me. I can live with that.
It takes a bit of scrambling to pull the comforter over us, but when we do, he spoons me from behind with a happy groan.
“These sheets are so soft,” he mumbles against the back of my head.
He isn’t soft, though, and the air whistles between my teeth as I gasp, surprised by the touch of his erection. Damn, it’s big, and hot, and sticky where the head touches skin right above the waistband of my underwear. I should do something, but what? I’ve never slept with a guy I’ve had sex with. Maybe this is normal and should be ignored, since we’re both tired?
One of his arms is under my head, but he slides the other under my T-shirt, until he can rest his hand over my furiously beating heart.
“I missed you today. If I had a phone I would have sent you so many lewd messages.” Dalton nips on my ear and presses his cock against me with more conviction, which… oh… what he wants is definitely not cuddling.
I can sense every inch of his shaft where it presses into the valley between my ass cheeks, and somehow the layer of cotton makes it feel more like teasing. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the deep gasp trying to push its way out, but how can I continue resisting when Dalton’s pulling me closer, hot breath caressing my ear.
My hands are balled in the comforter as I struggle for control over my body. I want to tell him off for still being excited about my sex toys, but curiosity drills its way through my flesh, and I whisper, “Like what?”
His massive hand inches down my body, exploring pecs, gliding over my stomach until his fingertips dip into my waistband, and I hold my breath. This shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.
“Like how I can’t stop daydreaming about you naked, how I’d love to fuck you on that sofa upstairs. It’s so comfy.” While he says that, he starts rocking his cock against me with more conviction.
I must be losing my mind because just a while ago I considered banishing him to the basement, and now all I can think about is the memory of how massive his dick was in my mouth. How it made my jaw ache, how I choked on it, drooling all over like a dog presented with sausage.
And yet, his words get to me even faster than his touch, and I arch in his arms, toes curled as his warm lips trail down my neck, so soft against the sharpness of stubble.
I’m so messed up.
“You… you were in the hospital today,” I whisper, struggling to form words when my own cock tents the front of my pants. “You should rest.”
“I can think of a perfect way to relax after all that,” Dalton says, his voice still strained and raspy from the smoke he’s inhaled. I shouldn’t find it so sexy.
He licks the side of my neck, no doubt tasting my quick pulse, and drags my pajama pants down with a heavy sigh.
This time, I fail at keeping the noise from escaping, and we both hear my deep, needy grunt when the waistband passes over my dick, setting it free. His touch feels so good, like no one else’s, and when I kick my pants all the way off, he’s right there, pushing his clothed dick to my ass.