Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“You feel so good it’s unfair—” I managed to say before my words broke off.
“Tell me about it,” he said, his voice sounding like he was feeling just as surreal as I was. “Christ, It’s like your body was made for me.”
I groaned, pushing my ass back against him a little more now. He finally seemed to accept that I was ready to take his cock, because he pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in, leaving me breathless. He was fucking me for real, now.
“So good,” I said into the mattress as he dug his fingers into my hips. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please come for me.”
He groaned, and I felt his cock pulse inside me. “Talk like that and I’m going to come fast. Get on all fours.”
He let up for a moment and I did as he said, rising up onto my hands and knees. In another moment he was wrapping his hand around to my cock.
“Hope you have another set of bedsheets,” I uttered.
“Come anywhere you want.”
As he said it he thrust back into me and I moaned deeply, losing all sight of who I was. I didn’t care about anything other than what seemed so obvious in that moment: we were stupid to have not done this sooner.
I wanted this every damn moment of every day. And I could feel my balls tightening as Rush stroked my cock while thrusting into me, knowing that against my better judgment, I was about to lose it.
“Gonna make me come—” I said.
“Oh God, so am I,” he growled, slamming into me harder.
“Please,” I begged and my word turned into a moan as I lost all control, coming as Rush filled me up deep inside. I swore I could feel him coming as I did, pulsing inside me and clutching me so hard I knew it might leave marks.
I was so sensitive it almost hurt for a moment. As I slowly settled back into reality, the only sound I could hear was my own heavy breathing. Rush let his hand glide down my back and he pulled out of me, tossing the condom into the trash and pulling in a deep breath.
When I flipped over on the bed he was sitting there on his knees, looking down at me like he could hardly believe it.
“Can’t believe you came all over my sheets,” he said softly, and then even in the dim room I could see his mouth quirking up into a smile.
“Oh, you bastard,” I said, starting to smile as well. I let out a long breath, pushing my hair back.
“Come rinse off with me and then we can put on the new ones.”
It was the second time he’d invited me to shower with him and it was just as surprising as the first time. A shower seemed almost more intimate than sex, especially after we’d already come, but Rush seemed to be comfortable doing it with me. Under the steaming water he even washed me, tenderly and slowly, soaping up every inch of my body in a sort of massage.
Afterward I helped him change the sheets. “I’ll head back to the couch. I’d grab a cab now, but honestly I’d rather get a few more hours of sleep.”
He bit his lower lip, staring at me, looking more handsome than ever. So handsome it was kind of painful.
“Is that really what you want?” he murmured, watching me, both of us clearly so tired our filters were long gone.
I pulled in a breath, pausing for a moment. “No,” I said softly, watching his expression for any signs of a reaction. “What I really want is to sleep in this bed next to you.”
He nodded once. “I thought so.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Get in the bed,” he said softly.
“Don’t pity me, Rush,” I said. “I can take it. I know where we stand.”
He watched me closely, some calculation going on behind his expression that I couldn’t quite figure out.
“I want you here,” he finally said.
I exhaled. “Well, good,” I said. “Because I’m exhausted. And you’re going to learn to love sleeping next to me.”
“Is that right? he said with a slight smile, pushing down the comforter and getting in bed.
I slid in next to him and immediately cuddled up to his body. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in close and breathing deeply.
“I’m kidding. Mostly,” I murmured, tucked in near the heat of his skin. “I do love every moment of this, and I might want to do it again. But I can do casual for you. Easy. I promise.”
He moaned softly from behind me, pressing a kiss to the back of my head. “Don’t know if I believe that, but the fact that you’re trying means a lot.”
“The fact that you fucked me means a lot to me, too,” I said.