Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Bree had taken an extra shift to save for Hailey’s Christmas presents, and I’d met Craig at the indoor playground again to get lunch and catch up.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I admitted when he slid beside me in the front seat. I trailed my fingers along the stubble on his jaw—unusual for him—and kissed him soundly. Then I dragged myself away before we made a spectacle of ourselves.
“I totally need a shower,” he said in a rush as if to explain why he had a five-o’clock shadow as well as a little makeup smudged beneath his eyes. “I left before my parents could convince me to go to church with them or something.”
“I thought you said they were being cooler about stuff…?”
“They were, but it’s not going to change overnight.” He sank against the seat. “Their beliefs are deeply ingrained, and I bet they still hope that reciting some Bible verses in a church pew will change me. Does that make sense?”
“Totally makes sense.” Then we grew silent as I pulled up to his apartment.
“Want to come up?”
“You sure? Need some time to unpack? I can come back—”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure. Besides, Seth won’t be home until later.” His cheeks dotted pink, almost like it was our first time hanging out. It was completely adorable.
I followed him to his apartment and made myself comfortable on a barstool while he puttered around, checking the mail and the contents of their fridge.
“Maybe we can order in or go out for some food,” he remarked as he opened a mostly bare cupboard. “Feel free to grab a soda while I shower. I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time.” I reached for a glass from the cupboard and took out the two-liter bottle from the top shelf of the refrigerator.
“Feel free to join me,” Jesse’s voice rang out before he shut the bathroom door. My cock plumped up as I heard the water turn on, and mind made up, I abandoned my drink on the counter and strode toward the hallway.
I made quick work of discarding my clothing on the bathroom floor, and silently stepped inside the shower. Jesse was under the spray, water running in rivulets down his chest, and as his gaze roamed greedily over my body, his eyes sparked with hunger.
Fuck, do I want you. Maybe even need you. My cock swelled in response as I looked my fill, from the smooth column of his throat down to the neatly shaved thatch of hair surrounding his pretty, bulging cock. Christ.
Jesse groaned. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the way you look at me.”
“Well, maybe you better,” I replied, inching closer and reaching for the shower gel he clutched in his fist.
I swiped the foamy soap across his shoulders and down his chest, and soon enough slippery fingers were roaming everywhere, our wet lips fusing together as we swallowed each other’s moans.
“Damn it, Jess. You make me…” Why was it so hard to tell him exactly what I was feeling?
“Make you what?” His breaths puffed against my cheek.
“I dunno. Somehow you went from being totally infuriating to…to…being one of my favorite people, and I don’t know what to do with that.”
Holy fuck. Did I just admit that out loud?
His eyes were wide and searching, his voice strained when he tried to make light of it. “Well, I have a few ideas about what you could do with that—”
I didn’t let him finish. I backed him to the wall, and my mouth seized his in a needy, desperate kiss. My tongue dug deep, tasting the mint toothpaste on his breath. His fingers clutched my waist, drawing me closer, as our stiff cocks aligned.
Wasting no time, I sank down, ignoring how hard the porcelain was on my knees, and engulfed his cock.
“Oh, fuck, Dane.” His fingers dug in my scalp and yanked at my wet strands, which only made me suck more greedily.
He fisted the base of his shaft, thrust his groin, and fed his cock to my eager lips. I took hold of my own length and stroked, way too close to spilling all over myself as I drew moans and whimpers from his throat.
Pulling back to catch my breath, I licked at the slit, then nudged his hip. “Wanna eat your ass.”
“Oh my God,” he gasped, turning toward the wall and anchoring his head against the tile. My fingernails trailed down the knobs of his spine while I kissed his ass cheeks, and then I sank my teeth into a hunk of his smooth flesh, marring it with a slash of pink as blood rose to the surface. Fuck, his ass was gorgeous.
He squirmed and swore under his breath when I parted his cheeks, blew on his hole, then licked a stripe across his rim.
“So damned pretty.” Humming, I circled my tongue and prodded at his wrinkled hole while my hand reached between his legs and palmed his sac. Encircling his length, I stroked him root to tip while I lapped at him from behind.