Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
The commitment he gives to sucking me off. The unwavering attention, like I’m the only person in the fucking universe. The rush of chemicals and tingles and excitement down below, causing my breaths to come quicker and quicker.
I realize too late how fast I’m climbing with every bob of his head, closer and closer. “G-Go slow, slow—fuck—slower—” I beg.
He lifts his mouth off my cock and glances up at me, a smart look in his eyes. “Need me to slow down?” he asks almost sweetly.
Right before I shoot my load all over his face.
19
BRIDGER
“I’m so fuckin’ embarrassed,” Anthony groans from the bed.
“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I say from the sink.
“No, it’s not!”
“It really is, Anthony, it’s fine.”
“If it was fine, your ass wouldn’t still be washing my jizz out of your eyeballs!”
I twist off the faucet and bring the towel to my face, patting it dry. “Hey, at least I know I still got it, right?” I tease him. He says nothing back. I turn around to find him lying back on the bed with his arms up and crossed over his face. We’re both still naked. His cock is still hard. I don’t think he cleaned up at all. “Anthony …”
“I wanted to go all night,” he whimpers behind his arms. “I’m not some premature-ejaculatin’ knob goblin who can’t hold back longer than five minutes.”
“Agreed, you’re not. Also, I don’t think that’s … quite what a knob goblin is.”
“Whatever.”
I come back to the bed with a washcloth and sit next to him, putting a hand on his thigh. “It’s okay.”
“Careful,” he says in a mocking tone, “touch my thigh in the wrong way, I’ll spray rockets all over the ceiling.”
“Anthony …”
“I’m like a boy who just discovered his wiener.”
I smirk down at him in thought. Honestly, I don’t know how much of this is him performing his disappointment, or if he really is as mortified as he claims to be. Either way, it’s a little adorable.
I decide to take him seriously. I lie down next to him. “We’ve got all night. You’ll probably be up for trying something else in an hour for all you know. Even in a few minutes.”
“Let’s just order room service and forget we ever tried.”
“This place has room service?”
He lifts his head and shoots me a look. “Seriously? Obviously I was kidding. Do you even have a sense of humor?”
I smirk and shake my head. “Everyone says I have none.”
“Yeah? And you always let others decide what you’ve got or don’t got?” The question makes me go quiet. “People always try to tell me what I am. What I’m not. What I can or can’t do. Ready to watch me fall on my face … before I even try. Guess I can relate. Maybe you do got a sense of humor,” he then says with a shrug. “You could be a real comedian underneath all that … that hard … military … mental seriousness of yours …”
“Mental seriousness …?”
“You know what I mean.”
I snort, holding back a laugh. “I have no idea what you mean.”
He drops his arms to his chest and looks at me. “You literally folded each piece of clothing we took off. Who does that? No one,” he says before I can answer. “Sex isn’t supposed to be all nice and tidy. It’s messy and … and all over the place. I want you to fling my shirt away. Tear it off if you gotta.”
“Tear off your shirt?” Now I laugh. “Like the Hulk? What kind of animal sex are you looking for exactly?”
“People tear each other’s clothes off all the time! You can be a little rough. As long as everyone’s happy. Maybe it’s even hot.”
I chuckle, picturing how differently tonight could’ve gone if I had ripped off his clothes like that. He was so quickly worked up, I doubt he would’ve lasted half as long as he did if I went full animal on him. Am I capable of going full animal like that?
“Besides, it isn’t about just the sex. It’s about you,” he goes on. “Doesn’t it stress you out? Being so disciplined all the time?”
“No. It keeps me calm. Balanced.”
“Calm. Balanced.” He blows air through his lips. “If that works out for you. Sounds stressful to me. You’d probably benefit just to let loose sometimes. Do whatever you want. Break a rule now and then. Do somethin’ bad.”
“Bad?”
“Still can’t believe you thought this place has room service.” He laughs. “This hole in the wall … Did you not see the drug deal goin’ on by the vending machines on our way in? Room service.” He lets out a laugh before covering his face with his arms again. “Shoot, you’re so oblivious sometimes.”
I chuckle halfheartedly, then draw quiet.
After a breath, he tilts his head. “Actually … you’re not. Not at all oblivious. You see every damned thing. Noticed that about you. You don’t let anything get past your eye.”