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)
“Better conserve your energy.” Merry raised his eyebrows as I sprawled on the double bed. He stripped off his sweater and jeans, joining me on the bed, but instead of looming over me, he lay beside me and nudged me with his foot. “You on top. I want a show.”
“That can be arranged.” A fresh burst of energy raced through me at his request. I did like showing off for him. “You did work awfully hard just now.”
“Uh-huh. And suffered waiting all week for date night.”
“Me too.” I chuckled because it truly had been torture, not giving in to the urge to have him over sooner. I rose to my knees next to him. “Got any ouchies from my classroom renovation for me to kiss?”
“You should check.” He gave me a cheeky grin as I made of game of checking him for bumps and bruises, kissing the backs of his hands and forearms, trailing my fingers down his sides, nuzzling his neck. I rubbed my cheek against the sparse hair on his chest before fisting his cock, jacking him slowly. “Okay, my turn to beg. Condoms in my bag if you don’t have any here.”
“Do we need them?” I moved so I could meet his gaze. “I’m not planning to sleep with anyone else, and I got tested before I came to Hawaii.”
“You were my first in a long time, but same. I’ve been tested, and I’m not planning on having sex with anyone other than you.” A blush swept up from his chest. “Can’t say I’ve actually had condom-free sex. The twins were a happy accident.”
“I’ve never been with someone long enough to consider forgoing protection, but I’d like to share that with you.” I dropped a soft kiss on his lips before retrieving the lube and a condom from the small box where I kept personal items under the bed. I held up the condom. “Your call.”
“I want to share going bare with you.” He tossed the condom back into my box. “Now, back to our show.”
“You want to watch, huh?” I grabbed the lube and slicked up my fingers before straddling his midsection.
“You are the one who loves prep. Let me see how you get ready.”
I could have spun and given him a porntastic view, but Merry was the type to appreciate watching my face more. Reaching behind me, I teased my rim, making sure to give Merry all sorts of eye contact. I used my free hand to rub my torso and thrum a nipple. Every so often, I dipped forward to kiss him until he caught on and started anticipating the kisses, stretching his head to meet me.
That made for a fun game of riding down on my fingers and up to kiss him until we were both panting.
“God, you’re hot. And killing me.”
“Only fair, considering you almost did me in earlier.” Wiping my hands on a washcloth I’d grabbed from my box, I rearranged myself so I could sink down on his cock and put us both out of our misery.
But he’d asked for a show, so I lowered myself by millimeters until Merry was groaning and reaching for my thighs. He’d tortured me with drawing the blowjob out, making me wait for that first climax, giving me no qualms about making a warning noise. Two could play those kinds of games.
“No touching the performer.” I wagged a finger at him, continuing my slow slide. But eventually, my own impatience won out as it always did, and I started riding him with more purpose. True to my word, I tried to give him good visuals, arching my back, stretching my arms, playing to my audience of one.
The more into it Merry became, the less of a performance I gave, and the more I simply wanted to give us both as much pleasure as possible. Then our eyes linked, and the only thing I cared about was the connection we shared.
“Oh, Nolan.” Merry’s whole expression softened. “I could watch you forever.”
“Forever might be pushing it.” I’d found a particularly good angle, and exactly that easily, I catapulted toward orgasm again, especially when Merry smiled fondly at me.
“I can tell.” He reached for my cock, which bobbed hopefully between us. “Gonna come for me again?”
“Like right now?” I groaned because his hand felt so good, firm and familiar, and he knew exactly how to touch me.
“Go for it.” He stroked me hard and fast. “Take me with you.”
“With pleasure.” I rocked harder against him, the pressure on my prostate almost enough to get me there without his hand. I let my head fall back and stopped worrying about what a picture I made. Merry used his free hand to urge me on, pulling me faster and harder until I let go. I wasn’t performing anymore. Heck, I wasn’t even Nolan—I was something greater than myself, something I could only be with Merry.