Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Sit down,” I tell him, and Rhett does so easily.
I walk over to my desk, open the bottom drawer, and pull out a bottle of lube—because you never know when you’ll need one.
“You keep lube in your shop office?”
I grin. “You should be thankful I do.” I toss the bottle to the cushion next to him. “You good if I get out of my jeans?”
“You don’t have to ask me everything.”
“I know, but I’d like to. I’ll still be the one steering what direction we go, if that’s what you want, but it’s important to me to check in with you.” Because Rhett might want me to take the lead, and maybe part of him needs that, but on the other hand, I don’t think he’s been asked about much in his own life. I don’t ever want to treat him that way.
“I’d like that,” he replies. “And I’d like to see you too.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I tug off my shirt and toss it, then get rid of my jeans and boxer briefs. My dick throbs, bobbing and pointing up in my desire for him.
“Try not to drool,” I tease as he takes me in. I’ve never been insecure about my body. I am who I am, keep in decent shape because of work, but I’ve also never been naked and about to have sex with a man who’d thought himself straight. Uncharacteristically, I feel shy. I want Rhett to like what he sees because I sure as hell do when I look at him. I want him to keep wanting me as much as I do him.
He leans forward, placing his strong hands on my thighs and running them up and down. He doesn’t touch my cock, but that doesn’t stop it from pulsing, growing even harder under Rhett’s caress.
“I don’t understand why I want you so much.” His voice is soft, his gaze directed where he’s touching.
“Not everything is explainable. Maybe some things don’t have a reason, or they have a reason we don’t understand yet.” I run my fingers through his short, dark hair. “It’s okay not to have all the answers, to just enjoy yourself.” So much of his life has been with a goal in mind, but this is simply to feel good.
I kneel on the floor between his thighs, then squirt some lube into my hand. I push him gently so he’s leaning against the back of the couch. The moment my mouth comes down on his, I wrap my hand around his hot, thick shaft.
Rhett hisses into the kiss, then moans as I stroke him. My tongue slips between his lips, learning every inch of his mouth while my hand learns his cock.
He pushes closer, kisses me deeper, tongues tangling in sync with the up-and-down strokes. I love the feel of him against my palm, love the taste of him. Want to sink into the way he pushes against me like he’d do anything for more.
My dick is aching, but as much as I want to get off, this moment is about Rhett. The desire to pleasure him fills me up right now in ways an orgasm wouldn’t.
My mouth journeys down his throat. I keep jerking him as I rub my cheek against his slightly furry pecs, then lash my tongue against one of his nipples.
“Fuck…that feels good.” He rests his hand on the back of my head, pressing me closer.
“You like this?” I flick my tongue over his nipple again and nearly drown in the sound of pleasure he makes. “Or this?” I pull my mouth away and speed up the movements of my hand. He’s rock-fucking-hard, precum running down his shaft with each of my strokes.
“Both. Everything. Probably not gonna last long.”
“But then how do I keep making you feel?” I ask, moving to the other pec, laving that nipple with my tongue before tugging it with my teeth. At the same time, I run my thumb under the head of his cock, and Rhett’s body bows forward.
“Christ. This is embarrassing. I’m gonna…”
I pull back, both my mouth and my hand. “What if I’m not ready for you to come yet?”
His pupils blow so wide, I can hardly see his brown irises.
“Do you like that? Do you like me not letting you come until I’m ready for you to?”
“I…don’t know.”
Jesus, he’s honest. It’s a breath of fresh air. “Let’s give it a try.”
I kiss one thigh, then the other, move up to his stomach and chest again, letting Rhett cool off a little before I take his cock in my hand. I alternate between using my mouth on his torso, sucking his nipples, and sitting back on my heels and watching him. Seeing his thighs tense and his jaw clenching as he tries not to come. Rhett watches me sometimes too, and others he squeezes his eyes closed, and that’s when I know he’s close and let go of his dick again.