Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Kiss her.
We’re hungry for each other, her hand running all over my body in no particular order, roaming from my shoulders to my stomach to my hips and ass.
She squeezes my butt before moving back to the front.
“You are so hard,” she tells me. “Have you always been this firm?”
I can’t tell if she’s teasing me or not, or if it’s a play on words—or an innuendo—so I bob my head up and down.
“Uh huh.”
Lizzy pulls me lower. “I want you so bad.”
Yeah. The feeling is mutual. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“I am?”
“Yeah.” Pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
As far as neighbors go, I won the fucking lottery.
Lizzy has hold of my junk and she’s stroking me up and down, up and down, up and down until I can’t friggin take it anymore, moaning and panting as if I were at the gym or on the ice and out of breath.
I have more stamina than this, I swear…
She let’s out a soft mewl.
A moan.
“You’re so hard.”
And then, with the shakiest hands known to man, I reach for the condom—can barely tear it open my hands are trembling so bad—and she helps me get it open. Puts it on me, rolling it down my shaft.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
LIZZY
He positions himself over me once the condom is on, ready to move about this body.
I want to ask if he’s ready but keep my lips shut; the last thing I want is for him to be nervous.
Correction: the last thing I want is for him to be more nervous than he already is.
Brodie hovers.
Then he pushes forward.
I do him a favor and guide him to my entrance, not wanting him to poke around and get the wrong hole—neither of us want that awkwardness—and when I have him where I want him, I put my hands on his hips and pull.
He’s average length but thicker than most dicks I’ve had the misfortune to see, and when he enters me? It steals my breath.
So good.
It’s a mix of pleasure and stinging pain and I spread my legs wider to accommodate him.
"Is it supposed to feel like this?" he croaks out, his eyes wide with lust.
He totally has sex face.
I smile, running my hands over his back in soothing circles. “That depends? How does it feel?”
“Like I want to quit the hockey team and fuck you five times a day,” he gasps, moving his hips in jerking motions. We haven’t found our rhythm yet—but I wasn’t expecting to. Not with this being his first time and not with this being our first time.
This takes….
Well.
Time.
“Good.” My own breath is coming in ragged gasps. "It's supposed to feel amazing."
Brodie thrusts, moving in and out, finding that sweet spot.
He moans.
Groans.
Grunts so loudly I actually laugh.
“Oh my god, your roommates are going to hear you,” I gasp. Gasp again when he thrusts, his hard dick filling me, searching for the little button that’s going to have me screaming out from pleasure.
“Fuck those guys,” he groans again. “Oh my god you’re so fucking tight.”
I only feel tight because he’s so fucking hard and thick, all the blood in his brain is now fully settled into his penis. All of it.
Every ounce.
I marvel at his body, hands still wandering, letting him have this fun.
He’s a big boy but he’s trying to be gentle and not thrust so hard that I’ll be walking sideways for a week, for which I am grateful. But for all the ways he is gentle, he is not quiet.
Brodie is a filthy mouthed dirty talker.
“Holy fuck, this pussy…”
“God I want to come inside you….”
“Do you like that? Huh?”
It’s the sexiest sex I’ve ever had.
“Oh shit…I’m gonna come…” He grips my hips, face bright red, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
Honestly, he lasted longer than I assumed he would, given his virgin status. Then again—I did suck his dick an hour ago, so it’s not like he’s got loads of cum inside him?
But what do I know, I’m no doctor.
He grabs the headboard when he comes, stiffening, leaning down and moaning into the nape of my neck.
I encourage him with soft, breathy moans, concentrating on him and only him, dinner long forgotten.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
BRODIE
“Could you have been any goddamn louder last night? Jesus dude, I’ve never heard anyone grunt like that. Next time, get a room.” Sully is glaring at me across the benches in the locker room. “Seriously. I’m glad you’re getting laid but I didn’t realize you were such a horn dog.”
Not to brag, but I had sex three times last night and I made Lizzy come at least one of those times.
Beginner’s luck.
Ha ha.
“Next time you want to screw all night, do it when we’re not home.”
“I can’t. You’re always home.”
He turns to me, towel draped over his neck. Points an accusing finger in my direction. “That is a lie and you know it—we gave you privacy twice this week and you squandered it. Why didn’t you bone her the night we went to the movie?”