Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Within seconds, we were both under the duvet, and Joel pushed play on the movie while I arranged the pillows behind us. Once he was comfortable, I scooted lower so I could rest my head on his chest. I just wanted to. I saw his soft little smile in reaction, because, sure, this wasn’t usually my preferred position, but I was mildly obsessed with his body. I had another forty-eight hours to be as close as I possibly could.
I shifted the duvet up to his abs, where I set the ice cream container, and I handed him a teaspoon. Right around the same time, Robert De Niro stole an ambulance on the screen.
“You should know I judge ice cream very harshly,” Joel said, scooping some up on his spoon. “It has to be incredible.”
“If you don’t like it, I’ll make it better with my cock.”
He rumbled a laugh, and we clinked our spoons together as if we were toasting.
I lifted my head to see his reaction.
He hummed around his spoonful, and I could tell he was gonna put on an act. The ice cream was just as good as I remembered it, with roasted pecans, rich vanilla, and thick caramel sauce.
“Well?” I pressed.
His eyes flashed with humor. “Meh. Two stars.”
Two—!
Bullshit!
I snatched up the container and climbed on top of him before I sat back on his cock. “That’s some fucked-up lie, Hayward. But fine, now you don’t get any more.”
He tossed his spoon onto the nightstand, then drank me in with an addictive mixture of amusement and heat as he slid his hands up my thighs.
“You should sit on me more often,” he murmured. “Best view ever.”
I smirked around my spoon. “Don’t get any ideas.”
Bottoming wasn’t my thing. At least, I’d never met anyone I wanted to try it with. Right? No, that was ridiculous. I didn’t bottom. End of story. No matter how quickly he got hard under me. No.
“You sure? I have a lot of ideas.”
I chuckled and took another spoonful of ice cream before I left the container and the spoon on the nightstand. I was ninety percent sure. I was fairly certain I had a better idea, too. I leaned over him and kissed him softly, then made my way down his perfect body.
He tensed up. “You better not have any ice cream left in your mouth.”
Oh yeah?
Or what?
I dipped down and grasped his cock, maintaining eye contact as I sucked him into my mouth.
He hissed and exhaled a groan full of complaint. “You asshole, baby. That’s fucking cold!”
I closed my eyes, unsure of what made me happier. The term of endearment or his being so visibly torn between pleasure and discomfort. It was a delicious mindfuck.
“Christ,” he breathed.
The pleasure was taking over…
I hummed around his cock and coated him with my tongue, and I took my time to drive him wild.
What Joel didn’t express with words, he showed me. Like when I cupped his balls firmly and sucked at the slit of his cock, and he stuttered a breath and tensed up. Or when I swallowed around him, and he moaned and pushed his fingers into my hair. Fuck, just like that. I loved when he couldn’t really control how hard he tugged and grabbed at me. When he was composed, he was a little too careful at times.
I wanted to draw out the animal.
He groaned and pushed me down on him, then immediately eased back. “Sorry—it just feels so good.”
I chuckled and shook my head, then pressed a kiss to his cock. “How many times do I have to tell you? Fucking let go.” He wanted me to rail him like there was no tomorrow, yet he had to treat me as if I were made of glass? “Get up on all fours for me.” ’Cause, clearly, I had to show him again and be a little more blunt.
I sat back on my heels and stroked myself unhurriedly while he grabbed the lube and scrambled into position.
I poured just a bit of lube in my hand and slicked up my cock, glad we’d decided to be done with rubbers.
He watched me with a heated look over his shoulder.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Fuck me hard,” he said, not missing a beat.
“That’s how I want you to come at me too.” I got into position behind him and teased the head of my cock along his ass cheeks. Then I leaned forward and kissed him between his shoulder blades. “You don’t have to worry about hurting me. I’m a big boy.”
“Sh-yeah, you are,” he chuckled.
I smacked his ass quickly, and he hissed.
“Fuck.”
“I’m serious,” I murmured. I pushed inside him slowly, until I was buried all the way in and could reach his neck. He shivered violently as I kissed him there. “When we fuck, sweetheart…? I want you to leave your humanity at the door. Think you can do that?”