Rushed – Christopher (The Four #4.5) Read Online Sloane Kennedy

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Four Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
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Almost, but not quite.

I made sure to put a little distance between our mouths so I could really look at him. As soon as Christopher’s eyes opened and focused on me, I said, “Do you see that chair?”

I made sure to wait until he glanced at the rickety chair in the corner. When he nodded, I continued with “That’s where I spent the whole night because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, Christopher. I can’t take my hands off of you right now. You are beautiful, Christopher. So many kinds of beautiful. And if things go the way I want them to, I’ll be able to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond or myself too much time to acknowledge what I’d just basically admitted to. Instead, I got started on my promise and sealed my mouth over his.

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHRISTOPHER

I was sure I would die under the onslaught of Rush’s kiss and all the emotions that came with it. I still couldn’t comprehend how I’d even woken up with the man sitting on my bed, his finger caressing my skin. I also couldn’t fathom what I’d been thinking when I’d kissed his finger.

Except I did know what I’d been thinking, or hoping, rather.

This.

Exactly this.

I wanted to believe that his mouth had been made for mine because we seemed to fit together perfectly. And wherever he led, I followed. I had no idea if I was fumbling my first real kiss or not, but I didn’t care.

That was what Rush did for me.

He kept the darkness at bay. The fear, the shame, the disappointment, none of those had a voice when Rush was touching me, when his mouth was feasting on mine. He was my only focus. Pleasing him, showing him how much he pleased me—that was now my only goal in life.

It didn’t take long before I figured out how to return his kisses. It was such a natural thing that when Rush broke the kiss for a moment, I took control of it. As I explored his mouth, the flames that had been simmering inside of me became a full-on inferno, and I soon found myself nearly straddling Rush’s lower half.

My lesson in kissing quickly became something else entirely, and I wasn’t sure which one of us had started it. All I knew was that in a matter of seconds, both of Rush’s hands were gripping my ass through my sweats, and I had both my hands on his face as we kissed. When Rush pulled me forward, I could feel his hardness against my own, even through several layers of fabric.

“Rush,” I whispered brokenly once I managed to rip my mouth from his. But I couldn’t stop moving my hips as I instinctively searched for something. I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces, and I both feared and wanted that.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Rush responded, and then he used his hands on my ass to grind my hips against his. I cried out at how amazing it felt to have his hard cock sliding against mine. I had no control, no idea what to do next. I just had Rush and an intrinsic trust in him that he would take care of me.

With every thrust of his body against mine, there was a coil inside of me that began to grow tighter and tighter. So tight that I began to fear what would happen when it snapped. The logical side of me understood what was happening, but no amount of reading about this very thing in books could have prepared me for this. No amount of daydreaming about this exact moment when I’d been younger had readied me for what I was feeling, both physically and emotionally. And no attempt at self-pleasure could even scratch the surface of what was happening.

Rush continued to kiss me as he worked our bodies. I had no clue if he was experiencing any of the same sensations as me, but I was too far gone to care. I tore my mouth from his and buried my face in the crook of his neck.

“Rush,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound like my own.

Rush didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to because he was giving me exactly what I needed. More speed, more power, more contact. He drove me straight to the edge of an invisible precipice. I was afraid he’d leave me hanging there, but he kept up the frenzied pace of our lower bodies grinding together. I could feel the powerful muscles of his back beneath my hands as I clung to him, and his breath came in heavy pants against my ear. But it wasn’t until he whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart,” that everything flew apart inside of me.



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