Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I moved toward the bed, my gaze fixed on the lazy up-and-down glide, his thumb passing over his slit and smearing precum in its wake. And his other hand…
Oh, for fuck’s sake. He was fingering his hole.
It was a mesmerizing show, and my cock was twitching like some kind of homing beacon zeroing in on a prize.
I tore the hem of my shirt in my haste to yank it over my head while kicking off my shoes. My jeans and boxer briefs were gone in a flash, flung in the general direction of the pink beanbag chair in the corner. My dick bobbed as I hiked my knee onto the mattress. I gripped it and stroked my length, crawling between his thighs.
“You sure about this?” Yep, my voice cracked.
“Very sure,” Rafe purred. “I’m ready.”
I arched a brow and shook my head, my gaze traveling from his eyes to the two fingers sliding in and out of his gorgeous hole. I hadn’t been with a man in a while, and moreover, I hadn’t taken my time with a lover in longer than I cared to admit. “No, that’s not how this goes. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”
“What does that mean? I don’t need anything fancy here. Just your cock in my—oh, my—oh, oh!”
I bent his knees to his chest like an accordion and flicked my tongue over the tip of Rafe’s dick, trailing along his length to tease his balls before licking his perineum. I batted his fingers out of the way and kissed the sensitive skin around his pucker, then plunged my tongue inside. He keened under me, jacking himself while I feasted on his ass.
I was in a sex haze. Nothing penetrated the carnal fog.
I was vaguely aware of Rafe chanting gibberish like, “Oh, that’s so good. Don’t stop,” as if I could. I’d officially lost my inhibitions and any last shred of common sense, but I didn’t care. He smelled and tasted like something I’d been missing for far too long…and a hint of lube. That was okay by me. I didn’t know if I’d ever get this chance again, and I was determined to make the most of it.
So if I played with his balls as I ate his ass, that was just me getting to know his body. And if I slipped two fingers into his hole and massaged his prostate while I sucked his cock, that was me getting a little greedy. Thankfully, I listened when he warned me he was too close.
I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with my forearm. I was about to reach for the condom on the nightstand, but Rafe pushed me off him and rolled us over. I was much bigger than Rafe, which meant he was stronger than he seemed by a long shot. I was about to comment on his strength and speed, but his lips were wrapped around my dick before I could even blink.
“Christ, what are you doing?”
Rafe bobbed and stroked, releasing me with a pop and a half laugh. “Sucking your cock, genius.”
And damn, he was good at it. The onslaught of sensation was almost too much. My brain short-circuited the second he tore open the condom packet and rolled the latex onto my shaft. He added more lube and straddled my torso and lined my sheathed cock at his entrance, planting his free hand on my pecs.
“Damn, you’re killin’ me.”
Rafe just smiled and slowly sank onto my rigid pole, inch by glorious fucking inch. I stared up at him in awe, admiring the flex of his abs, the jut of his cock, and the clear string of precum dripping from his tip as he struggled to relax.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he panted once he was fully seated.
“Mmhmm. Ride me, hot stuff. Move, or I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”
Rafe rolled his hips. “Not yet. I like this.”
Me too.
I liked it a lot. And I didn’t mind that he was a thousand percent in control. Rafe dug his knees into the mattress, holding my shoulders for purchase as he took off, slowly at first and then he was riding me like a bucking bronco in a honky-tonk bar.
I let him do whatever the hell he wanted…for a while, anyway. The view was gorgeous and Rafe seemed to like the way I stroked him, occasionally stopping to suck his precum off my thumb or tweak his nipples.
And he definitely liked my dirty talk.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Squeeze my cock with that tight ass. So fucking good.”
Not exactly poetry, but it spurred him on.
As Rafe’s rhythm faltered, I took over, pulling him against me and switching positions. I kissed him hard and deep, pistoning my hips savagely. The steady thump of the headboard comingled with grunts and soft cries for “more, more, more” until he wedged his hand between our sweat-slicked bodies and jerked himself to the finish line.