Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Chapter Seventeen
Sam
“Aren’t we supposed to be having sex?” Worth asked sleepily, not bothering to raise his head from my chest. We’d landed on the bed in a blissed-out heap of humans and towels, Worth sprawled more or less over me. No complaints. Ten out of ten would highly recommend shower sex for my first adventure in rimming and other fun activities.
“Aren’t you supposed to be not thinking?” I gazed up at him, intending to look stern, but my expression was probably closer to dopey. I’d grabbed the condoms and lube on our way out of the bathroom, but I was in no hurry to use them.
“Yes, Sir.” Worth was sincere and sweet enough that I couldn’t resist kissing him. I wanted him to believe me when I said he was good, but I’d settle for him respecting my authority. It was a start.
One kiss turned into three, which turned into towels floating to the floor as I unwrapped Worth like a birthday present I’d waited my whole life to open.
“The way I see it, the shower was the appetizer. Took the pressure off.” I gave him one last lingering kiss on the mouth before rolling him off me and onto his stomach beside me. “Now I can take my time with you. I want to take forever with you.”
Forever was a big, huge, scary word, but it was best Worth got used to hearing it because I meant it. When he didn’t object to my wording and pliantly let me arrange him to my liking, I rewarded him with a kiss on the back of his neck.
“Now, this is a sight to behold.” I sat back on my heels next to him. “Worth Stapleton naked in my bed.”
“Bucket list fantasy fulfilled?” Turning his head, he cast a quizzical gaze at me. His voice was light, but the worry in his eye was real and made me gentle my response.
“Trust me, Teen Sam is beyond thrilled, but this isn’t some one-and-done crush. I liked you as a kid, but I’m not sure I really knew you.”
“Not sure anyone did.” He groaned as I trailed my fingers down his spine. “Funny how it’s only been a matter of days, but you already know me better than most of my so-called circle back in the Bay.”
“I’m glad.” My voice turned husky. “And that’s exactly what I meant. I see you now as an equal and on a completely different level, and I like what I see.”
“Hot mess and all?” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Hot mess and all.” I lightly smacked his plump ass. “And speaking of sexy, I think you’d look even hotter with a blindfold.”
I paused, giving Worth ample opportunity to object, but he merely gave a meek sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
“If you need a word other than no at any time, you can use red,” I told him as I left the bed to rummage in my top dresser drawer. Returning with a seldom-used light-blue tie, I dangled it above him. “This okay?”
“More than.” He helpfully stretched so I could blindfold him. “I didn’t think I’d like closing my eyes in the shower, but I’m glad you ordered me to. Made everything that much more intense.”
“See? You have to trust me.” I laughed and gave him another playful swat on the butt. “I have good ideas.”
“You do.” He arched his back, not so subtly inviting more spanking, but I was in charge. I ducked my head, surprising him with a little bite instead.
“Fu—Sam. Sir. More.”
“You sure are cute when you babble,” I said conversationally, caressing the pink mark I’d left on his behind. “But I decide if you’ve earned more.”
We both knew there was no reward on earth I wouldn’t freely offer Worth, but if he needed something to strive for, someone to push against, I was only too happy to oblige.
“Yes, Sir.” Worth relaxed against the mattress, clearly making an effort to cede control as I licked and kissed and touched all over his back and ass. His skin felt and tasted familiar yet different, warm and dry now as opposed to cool and damp in the shower.
I drank in every needy gasp and moan, the way he pushed into the bed when I found a particularly sensitive spot, the way he shamelessly preened for more, the way he hissed when I used my teeth or tongue. His responsiveness made him a delight to play with.
And play, I did, resuming my newfound love of teasing. And rimming. That especially. I’d always liked rimming scenes in books, but the reality was far, far better than anything my sheltered imagination had dreamed up. The warmth of Worth’s skin, the various textures against my tongue and lips, the faint taste of soap and skin and Worth, the way his nearness filled my every sense. And his sounds. My brain hadn’t been prepared for the chorus of noises my rimming coaxed forth from Worth, each sexier than the last. And every gasp and whimper made my own cock pulse that much harder, made me love doing this that much more. In fact, I was already dreaming of future encounters, ones where I might blow Worth and hopefully his mind too. Because if rimming made him this vocal, I couldn’t wait to see what oral might do.