Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
When I looked back at him, he had this sheepish smile on his face, which was flushed with pink. His hair was a little messed up, and the look in his eyes was pure gold.
God.
Oh, God.
I’m fucking falling for him.
It hit me all at once, like it had a while back when I realized that I really did have a crush on him.
But this was a little different. I’d gotten used to the idea of having a crush, but now my heart was beating like a drum somewhere behind my chest, and I had nowhere to direct this strange mixture of awe and nervousness and complete joy when looking at Shane.
Open a drawer, see a candy cane toy, fall for a guy?
Screw it. If that was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.
I reached for the condom on the nightstand, looking at Shane like he was the best gift I’d ever gotten.
“Get back down on that bed,” I murmured, letting my gaze trail up and down his body.
“Should I be ashamed of my little collection?”
“You should be proud,” I said, leaning over the back of his body as he lay back down on his stomach. I bent over him, pressing kisses all the way up his back. I nipped and licked at the back of his neck, drawing in the clean scent of his hair, feeling like I was in some slice of heaven.
“I guess I am proud of it,” he said. “That candy cane is the reason why I’m going to be able to take your cock more quickly, after all.”
I hummed, reaching lower to unwrap the condom and slide it on. “You should be proud of everything, Shane. Proud of your mind, your heart, your fucking perfect ass…”
He groaned as I trailed my fingers over his hole one more time before reaching for the lube and slicking my cock.
My body was practically vibrating with anticipation. I couldn’t think of another time I’d wanted something so much. Every moment I’d spent with Shane had been like witnessing a magic trick: somehow, he’d made me feel comfortable again.
He’d made me feel comfortable being myself.
Knowing parts of myself that I’d never known before.
Exploring again.
Remembering that life wasn’t just a series of achievements and disappointments, but a gift to be shared.
I had desperately needed that. And Shane had reminded me that there was a full, warm beating heart inside me still, and that I didn’t have to give up on myself.
“How do you look so hot like this?” I murmured, dragging my aching cock over his hole without pushing inside yet.
“I think you just want to fuck someone,” he said.
I knew he was joking, but something about it hit me in a different way.
“I want to fuck you,” I corrected him. I gripped his hip with one hand, digging my fingertips into his skin. “I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted to fuck you since the night we met, actually, but I was too clueless to realize it.”
“Is that right?” he asked in a teasing voice, shoving his hips backward a little, grinding against the tip of my cock.
My heart slammed inside me. “Yes, Shane,” I said, my voice low and hoarse.
I pushed forward a little, finally letting the tip push inside him. He whispered my name in a low tone and it only made me want to give him more. I gripped his hips hard as I slowly pushed inside him. God, his grip was tight. Tight and hot and holy fuck, it was the best thing my cock had ever felt.
I went slow even though I knew he could take it. Inch by inch, I watched myself disappear inside of him. But it was only a little while before Shane started working his hips again, gently rocking back and forth in a rhythm, practically pulling me in deeper.
If I didn’t have a tiny bit of self-control I could have come just from that. The way Shane looked, moving along my cock, showing me exactly how much he could take. It seemed like he couldn’t help it, and I really liked that.
“Want you,” Shane said in a breathless whisper. “Want you so goddamn bad.”
“Trust me,” I told him, “you have me.”
I pushed further into him until the base of my cock met his ass, and he let out a low groan, his body going a little bit slack beneath me.
“Fuck, that is good,” he said.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only a little,” he said. “And I love it, to be honest. You can fuck me. Don’t be scared.”
“You are so tight,” I said, my own voice a little wobbly. I pulled out and then pushed back in, groaning at the gripping feeling. I kept pace for a few minutes, letting myself sink into the feeling—sink into him—trying to process how I could enjoy something this much.
I pulled out slowly, and when my cock was out of him, he whimpered like he missed it.