Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
And I love the way his body shudders, just a little, as I swallow around him, taking all of him inside me.
“Perfect,” he whispers again, this time with a faraway tone.
I slide off his cock slowly, my mouth feeling used in the best way. I give his slicked cock one little squeeze around the base and the last bit of cum spills from his slit, and I gently go back in to lick it away.
“All mine,” I tell him.
I move up a little on the floor, bringing my knees to either side of him and moving up to kiss him, and he doesn’t hesitate at all to slide his tongue on mine.
I moan into his mouth as I feel his fist close around my aching cock between us.
It’s mashed between our two bodies, trapped between his abs and now fucking the tight channel he’s making with his fist, and the sensation is quick and unexpected and already so goddamn good.
I buck my hips fast.
I need release more than I even realized.
And with Sev kissing me deeply like this, his tongue sliding into my mouth like he’s royalty claiming his land, the potent mix of sensations is far better than it has any right to be.
“Fuck,” I whine as I break off from his kiss to breathe but keep my mouth right near his, our lips knocking against each other as I fuck his fist.
I don’t have any control over it.
I’m going to let go sooner rather than later, and there’s no chance in hell I want to stop.
I brace myself with one hand pressing into the floor at Sev’s side, and the other hand lacing through his hair.
“Come for me,” he utters. “Give me all of it.”
“Love it… love it so fucking much—”
I was so close to saying something else.
I look into Sev’s eyes as the wave crests inside me and I tense up, moaning for him as he grips my cock and I start to come, painting his fist and his chest in white.
It spills over him, marking his tattoos, his nipples, the ridges of his upper abs.
Because he’s mine.
He wraps his hands around the back of my head and tugs me down into another hard, feral kiss.
The world feels surreal as my joints go wobbly and I let myself collapse back onto the floor beside him, both of us catching our breath as we look up at the ceiling.
“I want it to be like this forever,” Sev says in a low voice a minute later.
“It can be,” I tell him. “And no matter what changes, I’m not ever going to get tired of you.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re too nice, Weston?”
“No. People told me I was… rigid. Proper.”
He turns his head to the side to look over at me. I love it when his hair is all fucked up like it is now, falling in tendrils all around his face like his own dark crown.
“Even when you’re all those things, I love that, too.”
Something shoots through my nerves like a little jolt of lightning.
And I realize I’m not going to be able to hold it back.
Not now.
Not when he looks at me like this.
“Sev, I’m…” I say, but my breath is stolen from my lungs before I can finish.
“Talk to me.”
I swallow hard. “I think I’m in love with you.”
I close my eyes for a moment.
It feels like a confession. Like I’m in a booth, waiting for my judgment, like I’ve committed some mortal sin he won’t be able to forgive.
And when I open my eyes, I swear he’s looking into my soul.
“I’ve been falling in love with you, against my own will, every single time I’m near you, Weston,” he says.
He reaches up to push a lock of my hair away from my forehead.
And I feel like I was plunging down to Earth thinking I didn’t have a parachute, but now, he’s just come to catch me with his own.
My body tingles all over.
“Then I guess we’re both out of our minds,” I say.
“We are.”
He stands up gracefully and holds out his hand to help me up, and I’m struck by how easy it is for him now. His legs have almost fully healed. The outside has completely thawed into a vibrant spring.
And I feel new, too.
Like I’m just about to begin.
I reach up and stand next to him, smiling like an idiot.
“I love you,” I say simply.
“I love you, too,” he tells me before leaning forward to give my lower lip a little bite. “Now come shower off with me and let’s go smoke the rest of those guys in poker.”
Even as we shower, I can’t keep my hands off of him.
He washes me, and I wash him, and when we finally do go downstairs, we’re completely and fully allowed to be ourselves.
I don’t feel scared of new things. Not anymore.