Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Rory chuckled lightly as he crooked his hand under my knee, using the momentum to send me backward. Then he climbed over me, crashing his mouth over mine as he rocked his hips rhythmically. His basketball shorts left nothing to the imagination. I could feel his erection through the thin fabric, and just knowing that he was big and thick and that his cum tasted amazing was enough to send me over the edge. I gyrated wantonly in my quest for friction. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms over his shoulders, arching my back as we sucked and nibbled each other’s tongues and lips. The feverish grinding and roving hands went on for a while, but we both knew there was a point of no return. For me, it might have been a matter of passing out from constricted blood flow. I was so hard, it hurt. I pushed my right hand between us and tried to stealthily unzip my jeans.
Rory froze and then rose above me with a sex-hazed expression that turned me inside out. “Are you sure you want to do that? ’Cause if you take those off, there’s a good chance I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Oh, my God. Yes.” I licked my lips and gulped. “I want you to fuck me. Do you have condoms and—”
“I got everything, baby.” Rory stood and offered his hand. “Come with me.”
I didn’t hesitate. I laced my fingers through his and followed him into a tiny alcove separating his bedroom from the living area. He led me inside the darkened room, pausing to switch the light on. I noted the abstract art poster hanging above the queen-sized bed and the chalkboard next to the closet door. The charcoal-striped duvet and dark-gray blinds on the window were a stark contrast to the white walls. The only real color here was the stack of books on the nightstand. I spotted the title of one on top and then squinted to see if I’d read it correctly. Astrophysics and Elemental Mathematics.
My pithy comment about books that doubled as Xanax was forgotten when he set his hand on my hip. The gesture felt familiar and possessive. I liked it. I stepped closer and wrapped my arm around his waist, loving the feel of his thick shaft through our clothes. I rolled my hips to create a little friction and maybe spur him on. It worked. Rory hissed at the contact and pounced.
He covered my mouth, driving his tongue between my lips in a searing kiss that sent me reeling. I slid my hand underneath his T-shirt and splayed my fingers on the small of his back as I angled my head to deepen the connection. We sucked and licked in a frenzy until we were desperate for air. I plucked at the hem of his T-shirt as I stepped back slightly.
“Take it off,” I growled.
“You too. Everything.”
I nodded and set to work, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping while he tongue-fucked my mouth with deep, probing kisses. I pushed my jeans over my ass but paused with my fingers hooked under the elastic of my boxer briefs.
“What about you? Go on. I have to see you again.”
Rory shot a mischievous, lopsided grin at me, then pulled his tee over his head, revealing the most glorious abs I’d ever seen. His muscular, tatted arms hinted at a beautiful design, but I wasn’t prepared for how gorgeous his ink was up close and personal. I wanted to study the detailed angel’s wing across his left pec and read the script along his side. But not as much as I wanted to touch him.
He moaned when I traced the writing low on his hip. I glanced down at the tent in his basketball shorts, fully intending to release him and maybe get on my knees and get to work. I lifted my gaze to his eyes to give him what I hoped would pass for a sexy look but stopped midkneel…and gasped.
I straightened immediately and brushed my thumb over the silver bars piercing his nipples. “That is so fucking hot. Does it feel good?”
Rory nodded. “Yeah. My nipples are super sensitive. If I’m wearing a tight shirt and it rubs just the right way…it can be a little dangerous.”
I played with the rounded barbells, then bent slightly and flicked my tongue over one and then the other. He hummed his approval, threading his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp. I slipped my hand under the elastic of his basketball shorts and briefs and cupped his bare ass. Other than the sway of his hips and an occasional yank on my hair, Rory stayed still and let me explore, sucking his tits while I kneaded his bubble butt.
At some point, gravity brought me to my knees. I pulled my shirt over my head, then looked up to meet his gaze before lowering my jeans and briefs just enough to free myself. I loved his crude praise and the lusty grunt of admiration. I just hoped I didn’t come too soon when I got my second glimpse of Rory. This was so much nicer than hiding in a closet in a noisy club like a couple of horny teens who couldn’t control their libidos. We could take our time here, and I fully intended to do so.