Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He grinned. “Now don’t get too cocky on me.”
“I’ll show you cocky,” I said as I hooked my arms under his legs. Leaning up, I kissed him as I repositioned, sliding my legs behind me while pulling his forward until I was able to lay him on the bed.
The pressure rose so quickly within me, it caught me by surprise. “Oh, stop, stop, stop,” I said.
“What? What’s wrong? Charlie horse?”
I was amused by his assumption. “No, I just think if either of us move right this second, I’m gonna shoot.”
“Enjoying it that much, huh? It’s okay. You can tell me how good my ass is to you.” He took his dick in his hand and jerked on it.
“Wait, wait,” I said, taking his hand, and he stopped. I licked my own hand before grasping his cock and stroking him myself. “Figure this works the same as mine,” I teased, keeping my body stiff while still inside him. “Now don’t move or I’m gonna come, okay? I want you to blow first. I’m a polite Southerner, after all.”
He didn’t have the opportunity to give me hell about my comment. He was too busy twisting and turning, calling out my goddamn name as the cum shot out, a bit hitting his neck.
“God, you can shoot like crazy,” I said, fucking jealous over the fact.
It took me a second to realize I was pushing in and pulling out of him again, just slightly, my body clearly working toward its climax despite my hesitation, my desire to see him get off first. I leaned down, pressing up against him, wanting to feel that cum on me.
“Oh, my prostate’s so fucking sensitive,” he said.
“You want me to pull out?”
“No, come in me, Jace. Give it to me.”
His words, the need and hunger in them, did all the work for me as that pressure climbed to the point where I thought I was going to jump out of my skin, and I felt my dick pulse, my body lurching forward.
I growled like an animal as I gripped the back of his head, kissing him through my climax as every nerve in my body quaked with an excitement unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
We continued kissing, each of us recovering from our highs, breaking away just to tell him, “I like being dirty with you, Dax.”
21
Dax
“I like being dirty with you too,” I said, enjoying the way he was still inside me.
I’d been so tense at first, and it had really smarted when that first laugh had made me take him a little too quickly, but Jace was good with me, had taken his time when I needed him to, and then hadn’t held back when I was ready for so much more. He was, as I should have expected, a-fucking-mazing.
Jace set his hand against my cheek, pinching my flesh gently, then offering another kiss. It was brief, but oh-so-satisfying.
We hit the shower again before heading downstairs. Jace trolled through the pantry for some grub, settling on making us spaghetti. I’d insisted I could just grab something on the way back to the hotel, but persuasive as I knew I could be, I didn’t put up much of a fight. Hell, I enjoyed hanging with the guy, and after what we’d done, I wasn’t in a rush to get away from him.
He took a bite of spaghetti, eyeing me to the point where I finally asked, “What?”
“Just still can’t get that ass out of my head.”
“Well, just remember our deal.”
“Eh, nah. I think I’m good. Kidding. Don’t worry. I’m a man of my word.”
“I wasn’t too worried about that.” And also, if he’d changed his mind, I would have respected his wishes.
I twisted my fork in the spaghetti, collecting some and popping it in my mouth.
As I chewed, Jace said, “You should stay the night.”
I started to laugh and nearly spit out the noodles. Putting my hand in front of my mouth, I recovered and quickly finished chewing and swallowing. “What?” I finally managed to get out.
“Stay over. You don’t need to get back to your hotel, right?”
“Pretty soon you’re gonna be asking me to go steady with you.”
“Come on. It’s not a big deal. It’d be like a sleepover. Didn’t you ever have sleepovers when you were little?”
“Sort of.”
“How do you have a sort of sleepover?”
“When my mom was in rehab, I had to stay with her friends, and I’d get to hang with their kids. I guess that’s kind of a sleepover.”
“Oh shit. Dax, that sucks.”
“I said I stayed with her friends, not that I was on the streets,” I replied, surprised by his reaction. “I was fine.” Although, I could tell by his expression that he was skeptical, which was fitting considering I was lying out of my ass. “Told you I didn’t have the best mom in the world.”