Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Figured you might.” Following, I gave him a friendly pat on the ass before going to rummage in my bag.
When I arrived in the attached bathroom, Nolan had already started the shower and laid out towels for after. And as soon as we were in the shower, which was double the size of my apartment one, Nolan started rubbing up on me and reaching for my cock.
“Someone’s still hard.” He made a happy sound before attempting to sink to his knees.
“Oh no, you don’t.” I hauled him back upright. “You suck me, and this is gonna be over in three seconds.”
“Okay, okay, ruin my fun.” Nolan pretended to pout.
“More like extend it.” I pulled him in for a long kiss, steamier than the shower water, using my tongue to show him exactly what I planned to do to him. Once he was breathing hard, I started squeezing and massaging his ass.
“That’s one way to distract me from my oral mission.” Eyes heavy with pleasure, he grinned.
“Yep.” I pushed lightly on his shoulder. “Spin.”
“Oh yes.” Nolan groaned as I started opening him with lube-slick fingers. He was tight and hot, and it had been far, far too long since my fingers had made the acquaintance of his prostate. And there was no need to guess with Nolan. His low fuck let me know I’d found the right spot.
Hot water streamed over us, and the air was steamy and thick, scents of soap and sex mingling. Nolan hadn’t been kidding about loving any and all prep, and it wasn’t long before he was riding my fingers, cursing and panting. I had fun with him, alternating stretching with deep thrusts and shallow teases, keeping him guessing.
“Now,” he begged. “Come on, Merry, before the hot water gives out.”
“Okay, okay.” I faked being put out by his demand even as I reached for the condom and more lube.
“How do you want me?” Nolan braced his arms against the shower wall, but I had other ideas.
“Trust me?”
“Always,” he chirped as I had him spin so his back was against the shower wall. As soon as I lifted him, though, his expression sobered in a hurry as he clamped his legs around my waist. “Eep. Okay. Trusting. Trusting you.”
I angled us so the water gently misted our shoulders and sides, keeping us from getting too chilly.
“Relax, Nolan.” I kissed him slow and sweet instead of attempting penetration right off. What I was after was deeper and more elusive, and I was willing to put in the time to make him feel safe and secure, even in the precarious position. “I’ve got you.”
“Okay.” He didn’t sound like he believed me, so I kissed him some more, little sips, while I tightened my grip on his thighs, letting him feel my strength. And the position also let my fingers slip over his slick rim. “Oh.”
His eyes drifted shut, neck and face relaxing, hands on my shoulders going from a death grip to something more romantic. Sensing his readiness, I shifted his weight enough to let my cock nudge his rim, slowly, oh so slowly, lowering him.
“That’s it,” I coaxed. “Let me in.”
“Oh, Merry.” Nolan exhaled hard, eyes opening back up as my cock filled him. I started subtle rocks of my hips, and he answered with a moan. “I see stars.”
I chuckled, glancing skyward. “There’s a skylight.”
“Oh.” He seemed far more focused on my thrusts than any lighting arrangement, which was how I liked it. Making sure to brace my feet, I rocked into him, aiming for that spot. Sure enough, he gave a demanding moan. “Do that again.”
“This?” I thrust harder.
“Yes. Oh yes.” Not waiting for me to direct him, he wiggled a hand between us to hold his cock, which had returned to a full erection.
I gave a triumphant laugh. “Yeah, you’re so going to come again.”
“Bragging gets you…” He trailed off on another moan as I pushed him more forcefully against the wall. “Okay, it gets you everywhere. More. Please.”
I loved him like this, delirious with pleasure and demanding. I loved his hair slicked back from the shower and the way droplets of water made his skin look even more edible. It was entirely possible I loved him, but I forced my brain to stay focused on the sex.
“Fuck, you’re hot, Nolan.”
“Harder. Harder.” His commands became more urgent as he stroked himself in short bursts, knuckles dragging against my abs until he stiffened. “Oh God, coming.”
Considering the way come geysered out of his cock, splattering me and the shower door, I didn’t need the warning, but his needy noises put me right on the edge as well.
“Nolan.” There was so much I wanted to say, but I settled for his name, putting all the meaning into those two syllables. I thrust hard and fast, riding out the last of his orgasm and triggering my own. “I’m there.”