Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Dante rolls us so he’s on top of me, making my heart skip a few beats. His weight on top of me is the best feeling I’ve had in longer than I can remember. He brings a thumb to my cheek, swiping away the wetness there.
“If he really loved you, he would’ve waited until you were ready.” Dante’s eyes are shadowed in the dark room, but I can feel the intensity of them boring into me. “You were young and scared. Opening up about your sexuality is a terrifying thing. Don’t take all of the blame for this. It’s a pretty big cross to bear all on your own.”
His words are blunt but not delivered harshly. Facing the fact Kian and I were just young, puppy love without deep, solid roots completely erases the fantasy of the two of us happily married had only I manned up back then. It plants seeds of doubt. Makes me wonder how long we would have lasted. Most high school relationships aren’t the ones to make it to the end. Maxton and Kimmy are an unusual example.
I reach up, running my fingers through Dante’s hair. “I’m not an asshole.”
The devilish smile he rewards me with sets my soul on fire. “I beg to differ, Sheriff.”
“Fuck off,” I say with a matching grin. “What I mean is…” I sigh, my smile fading as guilt assaults me. “I can tell I hurt your feelings by asking you to park across the street and then again when you got here. It kills me to know that you think I’m weak.”
“You’re not weak.” His lips press to mine for a soft kiss. “Don’t let my shitty attitude make you think otherwise. When I told you I was fine with fucking around in secret, I meant it.”
He kisses along my jaw before nipping at my earlobe. I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist and drawing him closer. His hips buck forward, rubbing his hard cock against mine through our boxers. Whose dumb idea was it to keep these things on? I may have murmured that last thought because he nips at my throat before sitting back to remove my underwear.
I’m astonished at how quickly he rids me of the offending material and then sheds his own. His mouth finds mine again, this time our naked dicks sliding together. He ruts against me, kissing me deep and hungrily. I dig my fingers brutally into his hips, eager for every touch and kiss he gives me.
I’ve been starving.
For eleven years I’ve been surviving on the barest essentials.
Now, I’m feasting. Gorging myself on the thing I’ve wanted for so long. It’s like unlocking a piece of me I’ve been forced to keep hidden. The relief is refreshing and invigorating. I want to gulp up everything about him from the taste of his cum, to the sound of his pleasure-filled grunts, to the expensive soapy scent that emanates from him.
“Condoms?” he asks, nipping at my bottom lip and then jaw.
I freeze, all my excitement doused in an instant as I realize he’s in the dominant position and I’m the one with my legs spread. Panic shoots through me, making my body tremble.
“Relax, boy.” His nose rubs against mine. “I know what you need. I don’t go back on my word.”
A breath of relief rushes out of me. “Same drawer as before.”
He chuckles and I’m reminded of our frantic encounter last night in my bedroom. As soon as he crawls away from me to fetch the condom, my body cools from the loss of him. I’m aching with need, pre-cum dripping from my dick, but also scared shitless I’m going to fuck this all up somehow.
I feel so close.
Too close to ruin it.
I’d certainly die if he walked away right now, leaving me hanging.
With the lube in his hand, he motions for me to scoot over before he stretches out beside me. “It’s been a while. You’re going to have to prep me.”
I swallow hard, hating that my inexperience is glaringly obvious in this moment. “Okay.”
He frowns at me. “I know you’ve watched gay porn and have fucked at least one guy.”
“Yeah,” I murmur. “The one time I fucked…”
Was frantic, rushed, and we used spit for lube. Kian cried after and I promised it would get better, though I never had the chance to make good on that promise. And the porn? They don’t focus much on the preparation.
“Practically a virgin,” Dante growls in a predatory way that seems to burn its way through my veins. “Looks like it’s time for a lesson, boy.”
I take the lube from him and pour a generous amount on my fingers. “Lead the way, Mr. Kincaid.”
His lips land on mine in a messy, uncalculated way that has me gasping in surprise. He hooks a leg over my waist, spearing his tongue into my mouth, as if he can taste my soul if he tries hard enough. Rather than wait for direction, I slide my slippery fingers down his crease, exploring him as his tongue overpowers me. My finger slides over the puckered flesh of his hole, causing him to hiss. Based on the way he kisses me more fervently, then I’d say he’s eager for me to touch him there. Gently, I rub the tender flesh, testing the resistance with my fingertip.