Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“You deserve better too.” Using my hand, I tilted his face back so I could kiss him on the mouth.
“Oh.” He made the sweetest noise, surprise mingling with understanding and gratitude. The way Avery seemed to need every kiss was the most powerful turn-on I’d ever experienced, but it was how damn grateful he could be for basic kindness that was going to be my undoing.
I kissed him long and slow, hand moving to his hip, staying all his efforts to grind against me in favor of getting to know his mouth all over again, every delicious corner. Also, Avery’s mounting frustration was like a drug, the more urgent and needy his noises and movements, the higher I climbed.
“Are we gonna get off or what?” he panted against my mouth.
“Are we back in boot camp?” I laughed and licked his earlobe. “Five-minute showers and bolting your chow?”
“Sorry.” He breathed out, making an obvious effort to go more pliant in my embrace.
“Don’t be sorry. Just be here.” I kissed him again, even softer until I felt him sag, body stopping its breakneck race to the finish as he joined me in the moment. We traded little kisses and longer ones, shallow pecks and deeper forays until we were both trembling.
“This is almost scary-good,” he whispered.
“Yeah.” I rewarded his patience and honesty by skimming a hand down his torso to play with the waistband of his flannel pants. “See? Good things come to those who wait.”
“Oh.” He gasped as I shoved the pants lower to get at his cock. He kicked free of his briefs and pants as I took his cock in my right hand. Weird how totally right it felt there. My body instantly knew I was holding a dick that wasn’t my own. How different he was from me, how warm and aroused, and how perfectly he fit my grip was a turn-on. He was a little thinner than me with a more oval-shaped head, but I wasn’t out to play size-comparison games. The sexiest things about his cock were its warmth, the way I could feel his pulse, and how he seemed to get harder with each pass of my hand.
“Something’s coming all right,” he muttered, and I laughed.
“I take it my hand’s okay?” I found his mouth for a lingering kiss.
“Your hand is my new favorite toy.” He sighed happily against my beard. “But I feel bad. I’m stealing your sleep. You should get to get off too.”
He was so earnest that I had to give him another sound kiss in between chuckling. “Unlike you, princess, my dick doesn’t have hand preferences. Left. Right. Not my own is novelty enough.”
I guided his left hand to the fly of my boxers, giving him ample opportunity to pull away or object, but he took my cock firmly in hand. “Like this?”
“Yeah.” I groaned as he offered another needy kiss that demanded my very soul. “Hell, if you keep kissing me like that, all you’ll need to do is hold it.”
“Oh, I can do better than holding.” He jacked me nice and slow, adding a nifty little twist.
“Show off.” I imitated his motion, tightening my grip as he did the same, reading from his movements how hard and fast he liked it.
“Damn.” He half-whistled, half-moaned. “It’s like you’re a fucking mind reader.”
“Or fucking a mind reader.”
“Shut up,” he said, even as he joined me in chuckling at my corny attempt at a joke.
“Make me.” I hovered my mouth above his until he stretched, claiming me with a blistering kiss so good it made me sputter nonsense. “Fuck. Yes. Baby. Damn. You’re so perfect.”
Avery made a happy noise. “I like that.”
“This?” I jacked him a little faster, using my thumb for an added tease.
“That. But also when you tell me how good or hot I am.”
“You are.” I shifted so I could trace his lips with my left index finger. “You’ve got the most amazing set of lips. And your hand is pretty damn perfect, baby.”
“Mmm.” He made a contented little noise. “I could listen to you call me that all night. No idea why it turns me on so much.”
“I love that it does.” I kissed him square in the center of his forehead. “Don’t analyze. Just let me get you off.”
I stroked his cock more deliberately, long, quick passes designed to ramp him up even further.
“Need…” He shuddered against me.
“Tell me,” I demanded. He could have asked for anything in that instant, and I would have moved heaven itself to provide it.
“Fuck. Just can’t…” He made a frustrated noise. “Need your other hand too. Touch my balls. Maybe…”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” I shifted my weight more to one side so I could jack him with my right and stroke his balls with my left.
“That. That right there.” He stiffened against me, grip around my cock going super tight.