Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Wait,” he panted. “Slow down—Jake, wait.”
He put his hands on my chest and gave me no choice but to comply. But the kissing—we had to get back to that. I marveled at the feel of his slight stubble under my fingertips, the shape of his jaw, and how sexy the contrasts between soft and sharp were. He was so undoubtedly masculine, and somehow that made the gentler sides of him all the more appealing.
In a way, it was Roe who had taught me that men could be more than…how I’d been raised.
“We’re not gonna take this too far.” He gave me a nudge, and I took a step back, ending up right under the water. It was set on that annoying rain setting by default. I’d cursed it out earlier. “Close your eyes.”
I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but I did as told and waited to feel unsteady again.
Roe touched my chest, and I realized he’d used the body wash.
“You had your hands on me a lot tonight,” he murmured.
Goose bumps spread across my skin, and I let out a long breath as his hands roamed my upper body. That was what I wanted. Touching. His hands on me. My hands on him…
“Yeah.”
“Here.” He grabbed my hands and poured something—okay, body wash. Then guided my hands to his body, and I got with the program. If he wanted us to wash each other, so be it. We could do that, as long as we kept touching.
I mirrored his movements. A heavy, seductive exhaustion washed over me, and I wasn’t sure I could open my eyes again. I didn’t get dizzy as I’d expected. It just felt good. Even more so when he rubbed my shoulders, my arms, my chest, down to my abs.
I rested my forehead to his and slipped my hands to his back. His breathing hitched when I dropped lower, and fuck it, sorry for being so impatient, but I had to feel him. I captured his mouth in an unhurried kiss and squeezed his ass cheeks. Two perfect handfuls, equal parts soft and firm.
The rain setting wasn’t so annoying anymore. Since it didn’t wash away the suds effectively, my hands glided freely wherever I wanted them, and a rush of possessiveness and lust took hold of me as I slid my middle finger between his cheeks. He whimpered into the lazy kiss and snaked his tongue around mine.
Right there—I rubbed his tight little opening, and the fantasies just smacked into me. So maybe it wasn’t a faceless woman I pounded my cock into. Maybe it was Roe’s delectable little ass. Fuck me. Sue me, I’d always been an ass man.
“Fuck.” I groaned at the feel of his fingers on my cock. We deepened the kiss, and he soaped me up as much as he fucking teased me. “You tortured me upstairs. Sittin’ on me like that.”
“Yeah? I couldn’t help it. Everyone wanted a piece of you tonight.”
And he wanted me all to himself?
I shaped my fingers along his jaw and tightened my hold, and then I finally allowed myself to push harder. The tip of my middle finger disappeared into his ass, and it was as intoxicating as I knew it would be. Jesus, he was tight. He squirmed against me and pushed out his ass with a breathless moan, and I buried my finger knuckle-deep.
“You like that?”
He sucked in a breath and nodded quickly.
“Do you play with yourself like this?” I could picture him in the shower at home, a thought that made me harder. “Finger-fuck yourself and jerk off? Or do you use something else?”
Even in my drunken state, I didn’t wanna put him on the spot about the dildo I’d accidentally seen.
“Just—fuck. We gotta stop. Or I don’t know. It feels so good,” he groaned. “No, wait. I gotta think.”
Thinking wasn’t good. Thinking led to slowing shit down.
But fine. I withdrew my finger and stroked him lightly between his ass cheeks instead. It seemed I couldn’t keep my hands off him.
I didn’t know how long we stayed in the shower, but by the time Roe turned off the water, I knew my cock wasn’t gonna go down without a release. He’d said we weren’t gonna take this too far, and I didn’t know what he meant. What was too far? We weren’t done, were we?
I managed to pry my eyes open, and I blinked drowsily. My mind screamed at me. Get him under you. Fuck, the mere thought. Trapping him under me on a bed, where he couldn’t escape. I imagined his blunt fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.
He walked around me and opened the door. “We need fresh air. I’m not sober enough to think for the both of us.”
Fuck being sober. Yeah, probably not the healthiest mind-set—I realized that—but alcohol killed my panic and silenced voices from my past. Now…when I looked at Roe, I saw someone I couldn’t get enough of on a whole new level. I craved him like fucking air.