Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“You tricky little shit,” he said, grinning as we wrestled on the mattress.
“Jesus…when did…unpacking books…make a person so goddamn strong,” I groaned as we struggled. He nearly got me on my back, but I hooked a leg behind his head and pushed his face down, then made my escape, crawling toward the edge of the bed. I felt a tug at my ankle, and he pulled me back. Before I knew it, my stomach was planted on the mattress as he pulled my arm behind my back, seizing my wrist, keeping me still.
“Got ya!” he exclaimed. “Do I have to make you say uncle too?”
That got me laughing. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing how proud he looked for how he’d just owned me.
“Goddammit! You win, I guess. Or did I? Hard to tell when I’m in this position. You gonna take your prize now?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve certainly earned it, wouldn’t you say?”
With his free hand, he grabbed the condom he’d opened before I attacked him and rolled it on. Still keeping my one arm behind my back, he lubed up, crawled behind me, and positioned his cock against my hole.
“If I let you go, do I have to worry about you getting away?” he joked.
“Yes, so you should probably keep holding me like this.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sawyer
Sometimes I just want to let loose, feel free, become someone else…but I don’t really know where that comes from.
~ Sawyer’s Journal, 20 years old.
It was ridiculous, but hearing Carter tell me I should probably keep holding him like that made a tremor rock through me, made this surge of possessiveness and dominance expand within me, a sensation I’d been unfamiliar with until him.
Something about being with Carter made me feel powerful, confident, like I’d stepped outside myself and become someone else, while strangely, I also felt more like me than ever. It made no sense, but I wanted to keep feeling it.
Still holding him with one hand, I used my other to guide my cock inside him. The tremble intensified. Fuck, he felt so good, so damned tight.
I watched his expression, assessed his body, needing to make sure he was comfortable as I continued to work my way inside.
Damned if I didn’t fear I might lose it, unravel before I was finally buried to the hilt, but I didn’t want to go too fast, didn’t want to hurt him. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I wiped my hand across it before gripping his ass, stroking and fondling. With my thumb, I moved in a measured manner across his flesh, carefully probing his body, enjoying every part of myself that was touching him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said as I opened him up.
When I pushed past his prostate, Carter moaned, and it rocked through me, fueling the overwhelming, animalistic hunger I had for him.
I released his wrist and hooked my arms under his legs, lifting them as I stepped off the bed. “Raise yourself on your forearms.” My words came out like an order, making me feel like a fucking king.
When Carter obeyed, I eased in a bit, then worked my way up until I was plowing him, drilling into him from behind in this foreign yet right sort of way I never would have expected before him.
Beneath me, Carter twitched and writhed in pleasure. “Fuck me harder,” he begged, and I did, gave it to him. It was everything I’d never known I needed.
Carter glanced over his shoulder, watching me with this blissed-out look on his gorgeous face that only turned me on more.
When I moved forward, he did too until I could kneel on the mattress. I started fucking into him again. Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled Carter until his back was against my chest. My arm slid up to his neck, gripping it as he’d shown me in the park.
Is this okay? Do you want this? Do you really think I can do this right? Make you feel good? played softly in my head.
As if he could hear me, as if he knew I needed his permission, Carter whispered, “Do it. I want it.”
I tightened my hold on his throat slightly. “How’s this?”
“Your cock or your arm? Because both are perfect right now.”
It was just the validation I’d been seeking to let loose, break free, fuck into him with abandon.
“Right there, right fucking there! Give it to me. Fucking shoot your load in me, Sawyer.”
His words had me dangerously close to the edge. I couldn’t believe it was me there with him like this, that I could make someone like Carter feel this way.
He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke. With his free arm, he reached back and cupped the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. “Show me how you want to shoot in me!” he called out.