Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
My knees shake as he lifts them to my shoulders, and I feel completely exposed.
“Such a pretty hole,” he says, then kisses and licks around the rim.
“Oh fuck.” I’m like a whore for his compliments.
“You love this,” he murmurs as I squirm and pant. “I could do this all night.”
After another round of licking and teasing my hole, a groan tears from my throat. “I don’t think I can take any more. I need—”
“How about my fingers?” He circles a digit around my rim. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Hurry.”
He reaches over to his nightstand for a condom and lube. He makes quick work of squirting it on his fingers and my hole.
And then, as if he hasn’t already blown my mind, he laps at my neglected cock as he pushes a finger inside, then adds another. When his tongue finds my balls, I think I’ve already died and gone to heaven. “I can’t… I need more.”
“What do you need?” he asks, lazily stroking my cock, and I swear he’s just messing with me. Who knew my boyfriend was so into consent?
“You. I need you.”
He lifts forward to kiss me. “Like this?”
“You jackass, now you’re just teasing me.” I whimper. “Please. I want to feel you inside me again.”
“I want that too.” He pecks my lips, then withdraws his fingers. I feel momentarily empty and want to beg him to speed it up, but he can only move so fast despite me being a greedy little minx.
Condom finally on, along with more lube, he lines up his cock to my entrance. This time feels different, and not only because we’ve professed our feelings.
It feels more…intimate, like we’re more connected than ever before. I’m overcome with emotion right then, so I lift up to clutch his face and latch our lips together, pouring everything I have into the kiss. All the gratitude, admiration, and love. For my best friend, who just so happens to be my boyfriend.
“Well, damn,” Dex gasps against my lips. “Now that’s a kiss.”
Dex pushes inside me slowly, carefully, watching my every expression, as if he’s scared to hurt me. And it does smart, but not like the first time. Instead, the uncomfortable burn transforms into pleasure as soon as I adjust to the fullness.
Turns out, it’s the exact thing I’ve been missing and craving in my nonexistent sex life. As he starts moving, it feels like I’m floating on the clouds, so far in my own head that nothing else matters right then except Dex and me as he buries himself deep inside me.
“Harder,” I plead, feeling like it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“You sure?”
My fingernails gouge the underside of my knees. “I’m sure.”
He adjusts the angle and proceeds to rock my world, hitting my prostate on every thrust. When the headboard knocks against the wall, we snicker, but it doesn’t slow our momentum.
“God, Aus.” Dex’s skin is flushed, his eyes blissed out as he pounds me. “Feels too good. Gonna want to be inside you all the time.”
I smile dreamily. “Sounds like a plan.”
Eyes pinned to mine, he reaches for my cock and strokes me with a solid grip. Before I know what’s happening, my spine is on fire, my balls drawing up. It’s not much longer until I’m spurting all over my stomach and chest.
Dex’s lips part as my hole constricts around his cock. His eyes glaze over as he loses it and shoots into the condom. I watch him in awe as I continue to pant and tingle all over.
When he finally collapses on top of me, I pull him against me, and we roll to our sides with our legs tangling and our mouths fusing together.
Dex says, “Best sixth date ever.”
I grin. “But you didn’t even buy me dinner before you screwed my brains out.”
“What do you think the Twizzlers are for?”
I chuckle as he kisses me.
“And the book?”
“The one from when you were a kid fell apart.”
My heart blooms as big as the pink roses. “You’re the best.”
“Wanna read and snack while I make a run for some dinner?”
“Tacos from the pier?”
He reaches for his jeans. “Already on it.”
35
DEX
I’m with my boyfriend—damn, that’s heady to say—and we’re on our way to meet our friends at Shenanigans. Milo has already pounded on the door twice, and we’ve ignored him until he called out, “We’re leaving!”
We’ve been holed up in one of our rooms for the past couple of days, just getting used to the idea that we’re allowed to touch and kiss each other freely.
But also reassuring each other that our friendship is still intact and promising to keep it that way. It’s overwhelming to consider the alternative, especially since everything feels so right.
The weather is amazing, and the pier is crowded near the entrance. That’s when my phone rings.