Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I fucked one, then two fingers into him, Cyrus thrusting against the bed. My other arm wrapped around him, tugging him up onto his knees so I could reach around and stroke his cock. It was hot and hard in my hand. My erection throbbed, ached and pulsed with all the need inside me to let loose, and the only way I knew how to do that was with him.
I pushed a second finger into him again, blinded to anything except the pale arch of his back beneath me, but when he tensed slightly, flashes of our only other time together played in my head—how difficult it had been to push inside him, his tender hole afterward.
Jerking away from him, I stumbled off the bed. My jeans almost made me fall, so I tugged them up.
“Where are you going? Why did you stop?” I hated the broken sound of his voice, the soft ache in it telling me he thought I didn’t want him. How he could care that much about me, I didn’t know, but he did.
“Crow? It’s me. I won’t hurt you.”
He hadn’t been afraid of me. Despite everything and who I was, he’d worried I would be afraid of him rather than fearing for himself.
I didn’t have inside me the words he deserved, but I picked him up and went toward my room.
“Crow?” he asked as I dropped him onto my massive bed. I’d built it myself. I’d built everything myself, but this was one of my prized pieces, the head and footboards made from thick, heavy logs.
I pulled him to the side of the mattress and hefted him up onto his knees. I pushed my pants to mid-thigh again, then plucked the lube from my nightstand. I needed to come, needed my balls to unleash and release some of the panic inside me. I pushed two slick fingers into his hole, and Cyrus moaned in response, pushing back against me and fucking himself on my hand.
He was…beautiful. The way his spine arched so he was at the right height for me. His flawless skin. I wanted to mark him everywhere, needed my scent all over him again, his body marked from my mouth. The need to rut into him, to spill my load deep inside him where it belonged, grew with each passing second.
A third finger joined the first two, stretching his body so he could take me. I didn’t deserve him giving me this, but he was, and I didn’t have it in me not to take it.
“God, that feels so good. I love being full.”
Couldn’t I just fill him all the time? Take him whenever I wanted because he was mine?
The thought pulled me out of the moment. He could never be mine. No one could, and I shouldn’t want that. What did I have to offer him?
He tried to turn his head to look at me, but I pushed it down toward the bed, holding him there with my hand at the middle of his back.
“I want to see you,” Cyrus said, but I didn’t know how to give him that. I took everyone from behind, afraid of what they’d see if they looked into my eyes. I didn’t reply, and somehow, Cyrus understood. He always understood, so instead he asked, “Can you take off your clothes?”
I’d done that with Hillary, of course, but not since then. I’d always fucked and left. The purpose had never been anything more than getting off, but this was Cyrus, and he was…different.
I ripped my shirt over my head.
He didn’t move, didn’t turn to see me as I pulled my jeans and underwear down, then tossed them to the bed so he could see that I was doing my best to give him something he needed.
Once we were both lubed up, I held his hip with one hand, using the other to hold the root of my erection as I pressed against this hole.
“Fuck me,” Cyrus begged.
I snapped my hips forward, filling him. The tight heat of his body washed over me. My eyelids fluttered, eyes rolling back at the perfection that was his body. Nothing had ever felt this good, and I couldn’t believe he was giving it to me.
I pulled back and snapped my hips again, holding his waist with both hands now. The whole bed shook, Cyrus’s body rocking against mine as if he needed this as much as I did.
My gaze darted to his hand when he reached out, plucked my boxer briefs from the mattress, brought them to his face, and inhaled.
It snapped whatever control I had left in me, made my brain waves change. I let out a growl as I took him harder and faster than I’d ever fucked before. We were both sweating, Cyrus taking what I gave him, his body submitting to mine, while he breathed in the most natural scent of me.